Everyone’s request
“Fuh….”
In my room inside the estate.
After a full day’s work, utterly drained, I collapsed onto the bed.
Magic spent.体力 spent.
Even now, unfinished magic circles littered the place, someone gathering materials somewhere.
Anyway, I’d finished my part, so I came back to rest.
Knock knock. The door was tapped.
“Ugh… who is it?”
“Risha.”
“Mira.”
Two of my slaves.
“Come in.”
I said, still lying on the bed. They stepped inside.
“What’s up?”
“Um… master…”
“How about a massage?”
“A massage?”
“Yes, we thought you’d be tired.”
“If we can ease even a little of that fatigue…”
“Huh. Okay, fine. Then do it.”
“Yes!”
“Yuria, take over from here.”
Yuria entered, while Risha and Mira stepped out.
Yuria came to my side and started massaging with her small hands.
“How’s that, Master?”
“Yeah, good. Work on my shoulders—be thorough. Harder, no, harder than that.”
“Understood.”
Still as curt as ever, Yuria.
But around her neck, a white gemstone collar glowed—2 million mana charged into DORECA.
Yuria strained with her tiny frame, pressing hard.
“Yuria.”
“What?”
“Climb on top of me. Press down with your weight. Stomp on me.”
“…Understood.”
A soft “sorry” drifted out.
She’s too small to generate real force.
Sitting on me, stepping on me—just right.
“Why didn’t those two do it? Did you ask?”
“Didn’t ask.”
“Huh… wait. What?”
I caught the tone.
“You didn’t ask?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s that mean?”
"As an Eternal Slave, there are a few things that come to mind."
"Tell me."
"Here."
Yuria pointed to her own collar.
Her face seemed a little flushed.
"I heard those two were given collars too."
"Yeah, circumstances have them confiscated for now."
"Such a good master."
She said it with a casual ease that made my skin crawl.
"A master you’d die for. So you want to make things easier for a master who’s worn out."
"Hmm."
"But if we did it now, they’d think it’s just flattery for the collar. So she said, ‘Do it to me.’"
"Did you really care about that?"
"Because I’m a slave."
"Huh."
More because we’re Eternal Slaves, maybe.
These girls have a pretty complicated mental setup, all on their own.
...Alright.
"Risha! Mira!"
I called out loudly.
The door burst open, and the two rushed in, flustered.
“Calling for me, master?”
“Yeah, you two join in too.”
“But…”
“Command.”
Said it a little sharper, then added with a smirk.
“Slave who can’t obey the master’s command… you’re telling me such a thing even exists?”
“—No! No, not at all!”
“Absolutely not!”
They both rushed to my side, starting the massage without another word.
I glanced at their faces.
Risha and Mira both wore smiles.
Smiles that said, *Oh, how happy I am to obey my master.*
—Magic charged: 1,000 units.
—Magic charged: 2,000 units.
The magic level crept up, just slightly.
I stayed still, letting the three of them work on me.
Felt amazing—just like after a proper chiropractic session.
Their individual techniques were clumsy, sure, but the rhythm between them… perfect.
Honestly, now that both of them were in on it, Yuria’s massage felt better too.
Just as I was dozing off.
Gurrrrrrrrr.
A stomach gurgled.
I looked up and saw Mira’s face blazing red.
“You?”
“S-sorry!”
“Mira, what are you even doing?”
“Pathetic.”
Mira wilted under the twin scoldings.
“Don’t worry about it. Stomachs growl when they’re hungry.”
“Sorry… I’m sorry…”
“Anything you feel like eating?”
“But we don’t have any ingredients.”
Risha said.
I sat up, crossing my legs on the bed.
I pulled out DORECA and checked the menu.
One of the new features since becoming a Gold Card: create items from magic alone.
No materials needed—just ten times the magic.
A cake that cost 3,000 now cost 30,000.
I was about to use it.
“We can make food even without ingredients.”
“Instead of what?”
Yuria tilted her head, asking.
An intelligent gaze, too sharp for her small face.
She spotted the downside—no ingredients, no problem—almost instantly.
Smart girl, I thought, even as I ruffled her hair, small and sweet as she was.
“Now then, what shall it be? Hmm, right now—”
I started to read off the menu.
Knock knock knock.
A voice from the front door, not from inside the room.
“Risha.”
“Yes!”
Risha fluttered off, feet pattering.
After a moment, she returned.
“Master, the townsfolk… they wish to see you.”
“Another request? Tch, here we go—”
“No, they brought… things.”
“Things?”
I frowned. What in the world?
I pushed myself up, left the room, stepped outside.
There they were—villagers, torches in hand.
About twenty of them.
And just like Risha had shown me, piled beside them were goods.
Game, fruit, fish packed in crates—basic staples.
At a glance, all of it was food.
The amount was… ridiculous.
Enough to last a family of four—assuming it didn’t spoil—for a full month.
“What’s this?”
One of the villagers stepped forward—Agafon, from another town. He spoke to me.
“Taxes.”
“Taxes?”
“Yes. Taxes for the lord. Akito-san did so much for us, but we can’t just take and take. So we all talked it over… decided to pay in kind, first.”
“I see.”
“Please, accept it!”
Agafon said, and everyone who’d carried the goods bowed their heads.
“Wow… the master’s really something.”
“Getting taxed and bowing for it?”
“Crazy. In a good way.”
Somewhere behind us, the slaves muttered among themselves.
Anyway.
“Alright, I’ll take it with thanks.”
“Thank you!”
Agafon and the others lifted their heads, and this time were overwhelmed with thanks.
Everyone seemed to be smiling, like they were saying, “We’re so happy you took it.”
“Definitely crazy. In a good way.”
Yuria muttered behind us, exasperated.
I thought the same, just a little.