Slave Outfit ver2
A little ways from the planned town site.
I was walking with Olga.
"Ah, a caterpillar's hair's fallen, sir."
Olga shuffled in, scooped up Eluka's hair.
"With this, we could make a cloth outfit, maybe."
"Still a bit short. Need twice as much."
"Collecting it, sir."
Olga unslung her pack from her back and stuffed the white caterpillar (Eluka) hair inside.
The pack, once flat and empty, now bulged full of raw material.
"More here too... Wait—?"
"What is it, Olga?"
A child slave picked up some material, glanced around nervously.
"This is the spot we passed through earlier."
"Huh? Oh, right. That’s true."
She looked around.
Just an unremarkable wasteland, but… vaguely familiar.
The place we passed on the way from Rebeck.
"So what?"
“There shouldn’t have been this much material when we first arrived.”
“Yeah… no, there wasn’t.”
No way there wasn’t.
The stuff falling now? That’s what came after I cleared out monsters on my rounds.
All of it—leftover from the monsters I wiped out while everyone was building their homes.
Makes sense why Oliga thought something was off.
Right now it’s like a farm game where, after one night, materials just… appear out of nowhere.
Anyway, that’s not important.
“You remember this well.”
“My mother said… I must keep an eye on things properly, for my master.”
“Mother… Svetlana?”
Oliga’s tone was a little strange.
She looks like a three-to-five-year-old girl.
An Eternal Slave, born as a newborn, instantly grows into this form and stays like it for years.
In a way… like a butterfly.
Only two forms—caterpillar and butterfly. That’s it.
Watching that little girl form of Oliga, I found it endearing. Honestly, it was fun.
I felt a sudden urge to dote on such a cute little slave child.
Thinking… is there anything I can do?
……
Then I notice—Oliga’s moving.
She pulls a tiny bow from her backpack, raises it, and scans the surroundings.
Not just watching. She’s emitting something faint—like a whisper of killing intent.
That’s not just any bow. It’s a modified Gradiak—almost exclusively tailored for Eternal Slaves. Cute on the outside, but built for real combat.
“You brought this?”
“Mother said. When master starts thinking, nothing must interfere. This… is the tool for that.”
She’s following her mother’s teachings to the letter.
Even more adorable.
Hah!
Lost in admiration, Oliga lets fly an arrow with a little, cute shout.
The arrow split mid-flight and pierced the white caterpillar.
“Phew…”
Oliga, for her part, let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding—relieved, she’d hit true and felled the monster.
That small, relieved smile—so perfectly age-appropriate, so utterly adorable.
“Oliga, watch out.”
“—!?”
The caterpillar, riddled like a hive, wasn’t dead.
It shot upright from the ground and lunged straight at Oliga.
I grabbed Oliga’s hand.
She dodged Eluka’s charge, no time to waste—she nocked, fired.
Again. Nock, fire. Nock, fire.
Arrows split in midair, one after another, piercing Eluka.
The caterpillar, now a ruin of stings, finally died—its body melted away, leaving only white fuzz.
“Sorry, master… let my guard down… I did…”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Ah… the clothes Master gave me…”
Oliga’s expression darkened.
The grass-green dress—her mark as my slave, a style that matched the elven look of Eternal Slave—was torn.
Must’ve been grazed by Eluka’s charge.
“Are you hurt? The clothes?”
“I’m fine.”
“Good. Then I’ll make you a new set. We’ve got plenty of Eluka’s fur, after all.”
I said that, and Oliga pulled out her slave card.
“What would you like me to make, Master?”
“No, put it away.”
I said, and pulled out DORECA instead.
Oliga stared, startled.
“You’re… keeping it?”
I just smiled. Said nothing.
Wouldn’t leave it behind. Not when we don’t know what lies ahead in this new world. Not when I’d hand over my source of power.
“Anyway, Oliga—anything you’d like to request?”
“A request…?”
"Yeah, anything. If I can make it, I’ll make it. Go on, say it."
"..."
Oliga thought.
She twisted her head, thinking hard.
Thought hard, but couldn’t come up with anything. She looked like she was about to burst, smoke pouring from her ears.
"Can’t think of anything?"
"Sorry, my master."
Seems begging isn’t her strong suit.
Eternal slaves tend to be like that, but Oliga’s a full-blown case.
"Then I’ll decide."
She opened the menu, scanned the list.
Lately, Nina’s been handling development—new things popping up every day.
She checked the list.
And found one that caught her eye.
"Oliga. There’s a piece of clothing that’d be *perfect* for a slave. How about that?"
"...Yes!"
Hearing "perfect for a slave," Oliga’s eyes lit up.
☆
"Welcome back, Your Majesty—eh?"
When we returned to the planned site for the town, Nestor greeted us with a blank stare.
His eyes locked onto Oliga, standing beside me, as if he’d just seen something impossible.
“S-so… what is that?”
“One of the next-gen uniform candidates… for slaves.”
I said it with deliberate exaggeration.
It was true, in a way—but I was stretching it.
“A slave’s uniform?”
“Yeah. Looks good on her, don’t you think?”
“Huh… I suppose, if you look at it that way, it *is* the kind of outfit servants wear. So, fitting for a royal slave, I guess…”
Nestor said it, but his face said something else—just barely convinced.
Well, I get it.
After all, what Oliga’s wearing right now— is a maid’s outfit.
White and black, with a heavy dose of apron and frills.
“Good thing, Oliga. You’re *exactly* the right fit for a slave.”
“Thanks to my master’s kindness.”
——Magic power charged: +10,000.
Saying it with words, but the elven maid child was grinning from ear to ear.