Marriage Collar
——Magic power charged: 1,000,000.
"Really!?!"
Mira, just having swapped back with Rirya, latched onto it.
"Yep, really. Your child too—will be my slave. Complain?"
I asked, though even to myself it sounded deliberately cruel.
Mira had already answered. A reply straight from the heart, impossible to hide.
As expected, a strong affirmation came back.
"No way! I want my daughter to be your slave too!"
Again and again, those words sound dangerously suggestive. That’s the way Eternal Slave girls talk.
But… not bad. Actually—perfect.
That’s what I think.
"……"
Mira’s face went slack.
I leaned in, wondering what was wrong.
"……Ugh, uh-huh-huh…"
"Mira?"
"Child too a slave… master’s slave… mother and daughter, two generations of slaves…"
She pressed her hands to her face and broke into a grin.
“Uhehehe……”
She’s grinning like she’s lost her mind—full force, no holding back.
Honestly, anyone seeing her in the street would probably step back a few paces.
Well, whatever. It’s her face, her joy. No complaints.
“Right!”
She snaps back to herself, lunging at me.
“Master… what about the others?”
“The others?”
“The others, I said!”
She’s pushing hard, insistent.
My eyes catch the collar. The glowing turquoise gem.
Ah. The others. The slaves.
“Of course, the same way.”
“Really!?”
“They’re all my slaves. It’s only natural, isn’t it?”
—— Magic power charged: 2,000,000.
“Got it.”
“Man, you’re lucky.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. That’s not the point.”
……Yeah.
She doesn’t get it, but she nods like she does—like she’s figured it all out.
“Huh. So everyone’s the same, huh?”
“Yeah. Risha, Yuria, and Rirya. Things are gonna get lively from now on.”
Imagine the slaves multiplying all at once—started to find it kind of fun.
“Huh?”
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
Mira stared, dumbfounded.
Eyes wide, locked onto me.
“Hey, master… did you just… say that?”
“Getting lively?”
“Before that…”
“Before that? You mentioned Risha, Yuria, Rirya—three names?”
“Yeah…”
Mira deflated slightly.
Maybe she’s bummed her name didn’t come up.
No, wait—she should’ve figured it out from the flow. Mira plus the other three, right?
“Hey, master…”
“What? I’ll tell you—your name’s in there too.”
“No, it’s not that…”
Her magic didn’t charge. Mira stared at me, dead serious.
“Where’s Arisa?”
…Ah.
That’s what she meant.
☆
Late afternoon, I was sitting on the beach, watching the sea.
Staring at the quiet waves, thinking about Arisa.
Arisa—temporary fifth slave.
She was a bit tricky, though.
“Menu open.”
Pull out DORECA, open the menu.
Five slaves listed in status. Magic increases by one per second.
Logically, Lyssa’s just as much my slave as any other.
I just… hadn’t really thought about it before.
She was a slave of the Holy Night, so I treated her that way.
No collar. No real ownership—just a temporary custody feeling.
Check the magic level.
Daughter of an Eternal Slave. Also an Eternal Slave.
Daughter of a slave… becomes a slave too.
Just that promise alone added four million to my magic.
Smile. Charge the magic.
The more the slaves rejoice, the more magic they charge.
Magic’s there, sure—but to me, it’s the same as “affection level.”
Eternal Slaves love it.
A command from my master? Even overwork becomes honor.
Being a slave alongside my daughter feels even more like a honor.
That’s—Lysa, right? She’d feel the same.
I remember Lysa back when she was with Saint Night.
Magic charged—only a few hundred units.
That’s how it went. Squeezed dry. Worn down to nothing. Then discarded.
I’m getting sick to my stomach. Really sick.
Saint Night made me sick.
“Mira, Rirya.”
I call out to the two presences I didn’t notice behind me.
“Yeah!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Still holding DORECA, I draw the magic circle.
“Can the collar material gather right now?”
“Yeah!”
“Of course!”
“Do it.”
——100,000 units of magic charged.
——100,000 units of magic charged.
Footsteps fading away. Magic charging.
“Sorry, Saint Night.”
I stare at the quiet waves and declare my intent to take everything.
"You're the one who seems more suited to be the master, really."