Slave Who Dislikes Her Master
"Master, what's that?"
"A new card."
In the woods, Risha pulled out a card beside her.
Chanted "menu open," checked the stats.
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Akit
Classification: Common Card
Mana: 42/51
Magic Uses: 10/100
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Two things changed.
Max mana increased by one. Current mana increased by two.
The cause is obvious. Probably because she held Risha.
Incidentally, Risha—trying so hard to hold back—was just too adorable. Ended up doing it twice in a row.
If you count that, maybe max mana equals number of people experienced, current mana regenerates one point per use.
"Um, Master?"
"What?"
"Can you make things with magic too?"
"No, magic creates phenomena."
"Phenomena?"
"Yeah... like, can you make a die?"
"A die? Wait a second..."
Risha pulled out her slave card, drew a magic circle, and conjured a die.
Since she used stone as the material, it turned out heavy and solid.
"What do I do with this?"
"Roll it. Yeah, a hundred times, just to start."
"Yes."
Risha rolled the die as instructed.
After a hundred rolls, the results were all over the place.
About one in six, just like a fair die—no tricks, no patterns.
When she finished, she looked at me with a face that said, "And this does what, exactly?"
"Use magic. Activate 'Bad luck' on Risha."
Spend one unit of magic power. Use a blocky magic circle.
Light wrapped around Risha.
"Roll it again. Another hundred times."
"Understood."
Risha rolled the die, puzzled but obedient.
Roll. Pick up. Roll. Pick up again.
By the time she passed twenty, she noticed.
"The numbers… are low. Mostly ones and twos."
"Yeah."
"Is this the master’s magic?"
"Yeah, that was literally a spell to make luck worse. Try it again."
"Yes."
Risha shook it harder.
Out of a hundred rolls, over eighty were ones or twos. Six came up only once.
Same dice. Same clumsy toss.
No way that’s a normal pattern.
Try the spell again.
Used ‘luck improves.’
"One hundred more."
"Yes!"
This time, Risha stared at the dice like they owed her something.
The magic worked perfectly.
Exactly the opposite of before—nearly eighty percent fives and sixes. Ones came up only three times.
"Still too many ones."
"Luck’s luck. That’s how it goes."
"Anything else?"
"Hmm… how about this?"
Without a word, she cast the spell.
Risha tilted her head, puzzled.
After a moment, something shifted.
Animals from the forest began gathering, one after another.
Normally, the animals would gather around Risha, the elven-like Eternal Slave, but this time was different.
Animals of all sizes came to me.
A squirrel and a sparrow perch on her shoulders, while a boar grunts and rubs up against her.
The doe and her fawn, whom Risha saved, nuzzle against me.
Meanwhile, she didn’t even glance at Risha.
“W-what’s this?”
"Learn to be liked. The effect is right there to see."
"Amazing."
“And the reverse is possible too.”
Use magic again. This time, the exact opposite—becoming unbearable to others.
The animals bolted all at once.
The way she’s leaned on me all this time—fading away like the tide retreating.
The small animals had vanished. The deer had left, shielding her fawn with her body.
The boar charged me, but I didn’t budge—angry, it stomped off.
"Something like this."
"Amazing. Those animals, so attached to you like that..."
“That’s the thing about this magic. By the way, are you okay?”
“Huh?”
“You should be under its influence, after all.”
The range of the spell is “me.”
It’s not that specific animals grow fond of or dislike me—it’s me they grow fond of or dislike.
So it should affect Risha too.
“I hate you… but you’re my master… Wait—huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?!”
Risha freezes, stunned by her own words.
“But… I… I… Master… Wait—?”
Risha’s face twists in agony.
She hates someone she’s supposed to love… because of the magic… it’s hurting her.
Looks like she’s suffering.
Honestly, this is too sad to watch—so I undo the spell.
“Ah…”
Risha’s entire face relaxes instantly.
She stares at me, eyes glistening.
…Something about this makes me feel guilty.
Better apologize.
“Sorry—”
"Sorry, Master!"
She apologized first.
"I'm sorry I came to hate you... I really am sorry!"
"Never mind. That's just how magic works."
"But—"
"It's my magic."
Cutting her off, I say it flatly.
"You think you can resist my magic? Hmm?"
"Ah... right, Master's magic..."
Risha blinks, stunned.
Yeah, she gets it. Good.
No need to feel weird about it. That’s enough.
"Master's power... it's incredible."
Now she’s looking at me with pure awe.
I feel it too. I really do.
A spell so powerful it twists even the mindset of an Eternal Slave—someone who finds even overwork noble, who eagerly wishes to become a slave, mother and daughter alike. That’s what this magic does.
I can’t help but admit—this is quite effective.
"Menu open"
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Akitto
Type: Common Card
Magic Power: 38/51
Magic Uses: 14/100
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Open the menu again. Check the status.
I’ve had DORECA experience—so I’m hoping.
This card’s already strong. But I figured it could get even stronger.