The slave trader's visit came just 10 days after I sent the letter.
Even though Viscount Galliana is very close to Marquis Eldera, it was still quite early.
It goes without saying, but as the next head of the Marquis household, I wouldn't be walking to a slave trading house in a city in another territory.
The basic principle of merchants is to make calls.
Today, instead of being at the castle, I was waiting for the slave trader to arrive at a villa below the castle.
The city of Newnery, home to the Eldera family, is a fortified city surrounded by triple walls.
If you could see the city from above, it would surely look like a triple circle of irregular ellipses, like the growth rings of a cedar tree.
The outermost circle is a wall that separates the outside from the urban area, and its main purpose is to prevent the intrusion of magical beasts and large wild animals. It looks like a cheap version of the Great Wall of China.
The circle one on the inside is a wall that separates the suburbs from the castle town, and its purpose is to prevent invasions by barbarians, bandits, and armies from other territories. There are parts made of special dark stone piled up high, which gives it a very oppressive feel.
The final circle is the wall that separates the castle town from the living space of the lord's family. Newnelly Castle, my home, is located at the very center of the circle.
As expected, it was not possible to allow slave traders, let alone commercial slaves, into the castle, so they came to a villa in the castle town.
"It is truly an honor to have been invited to represent our Gundran Company. I am the owner, Doran."
Doran the slave trader bowed respectfully, and I replied with the dignity of an aristocrat.
Nobles cannot be underestimated by commoner merchants.
Following the greeting, a light exchange of greetings followed, as if to check on each other's moods.
"It hasn't been that long yet, but are the products ready yet?"
"We have received a gracious request from our lord, Duke Galliana. We have prepared the best products our company can offer."
Doran bowed his head in a manner that could be mistaken for a dogeza (a deep bow), and Tesh allowed the slave to enter the room.
A line of slaves enters the room, led by a middle-aged man who appears to be an employee.
The middle-aged man lined up the slaves, then turned to face me and knelt down in silence.
"law"
There were 13 slaves lined up. All of them were wearing beautiful white robe-like clothing. All of them were women of marriageable age.
At first glance, the youngest seemed to be around 10 years old and the oldest was probably around 20 years old.
What they all have in common is their appearance. There is a wide variety of beautiful girls, so much so that your eyes will stop to examine them one by one. There are also several girls with large breasts, so big you can see their size even through their robes.
The high level of this slave trading house is clearly conveyed.
"If it's alright, I'd like to greet you from the sidelines."
Doran seemed to feel a little better after seeing my condition.
You must be thinking that this was a great opening, and it was.
I allowed my slave to greet me.
"Let's start from the left."
As Doran spoke, a middle-aged male employee quietly stepped back and urged the robed girl standing on the far left to come forward.
Out of the row of slaves lined up in a straight line, only one person took a step forward.
"This girl will be 14 this year. She comes from a rural area in the Katina region."
The girl bowed her head and smiled at me.
The smile looks very natural, and if it was done deliberately, it's quite an education.
"She has all her limbs and is not missing a finger or tooth. She speaks with a slight Katina accent. She is a virgin who has never been with a man and is not infected with any diseases."
Then Tesh spoke up.
"Is that credible?"
"Yes. Please take a look here."
Doran handed Tesh a stack of papers.
That's quite a good preparation.
Tesh quickly checked them and handed them back to Doran.
There seemed to be no problems.
"Say something."
I called out to a girl who said she was from the Katina region.
I didn't want the punchline to be something like, "She has a cute face but a rough voice."
"Yes. Please buy me, master."
The girl answered without hesitation, as if it was a set phrase.
And her voice was cute.
"This girl's mother had a pretty good figure. I think she has a promising future."
As if responding to Doran's words, the girl shifted her robe slightly and leaned forward.
Through the gap in her robe, I could see a glimpse of her breasts, which were beginning to swell like those of a young girl of marriageable age.
I couldn't help but stare.
"I, I see."
I was well aware that my voice was rising. It was obvious that I was still a virgin. And since I was a virgin, there was no room for excuses.
Well, I look like a 13-year-old boy now. I want people to think that I'm innocent and wonderful, even if it makes them feel embarrassed about the chest of a girl of that age.
The introduction of the slave girls continued for a while.
As expected, they all seem to be products he is proud of. Even upon closer inspection, there are no flaws. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also all well-developed girls.
They seemed to be well educated, they greeted properly, and I didn't sense much of the sadness that is common among slaves.
However, the last person seemed to be different.
"I'm sorry, but this is the last one. This person has only just arrived the other day, so he hasn't been properly trained yet."
Doran apologized in a tone that sounded genuinely apologetic, and bowed his head.
The slave sitting at the far right of the row was wearing a robe and a hoodie-like hoodie over his head, and he was looking down, so his face was not visible.
Doran then made a rather roundabout suggestion: "You might find me uncomfortable because you're not well-educated. But I brought you here because you're so beautiful and I thought you'd regret it if I didn't show you. If you can put up with being a little uncomfortable, I'll take off your hoodie and show your face. What do you think?"
"...."
"I don't mind. If I finish without seeing everyone, it'll bother me forever."
Flapping my hands, I told them to take off their hoods.
"I got it"
Perhaps because it was a popular product, Doran didn't leave it to the middle-aged employee, but instead went directly behind the slave and whispered to him to remove his hood.
However, the slave shook his body from side to side, indicating his refusal. He was a slave who couldn't read the situation. He really seemed to have just arrived.
Doran, fed up with the situation, almost forcefully ripped off the hood, revealing her perky ears.
she has dark honey-blonde hair, emerald-green eyes, long ears that point to the sides, and skin so pale it sends shivers down your spine.
She was an elf woman.
"Elf?"
"Yes. It is the result of this year's great northern expedition."
The kingdom's army regularly conducts expeditions to subjugate the foreign tribes that claim territory in the north of the country.
Apparently, they happened to come across an elven village during an expedition this year, and attacked it, kidnapping them as slaves. After that, the Gundran Company bought them, which is why they are here now.
"This is the first time I've seen an elf. Just as the rumors say, many of them are beautiful."
In fact, it's more than just a rumor.
Unlike the other slaves, she doesn't smile, but her beautiful, gloomy face evokes feelings of pity, and it makes my heart ache.
In addition, she seemed to have a very assertive chest, which was obvious even through her robe.
"By the way, how old is this thing? In the case of elves, even if they look young, they could be older than my father or grandfather, right?"
Well, as long as you look young and beautiful, it doesn't really matter if you're 100 or 1000 years old.
She's about the height of an upper elementary school student, so I don't think She's that old.
"She will be 13 years old this year. Like the slaves I've introduced so far, she is a virgin with no missing fingers or teeth."
What a coincidence that we are the same age!
At 13 years old, her bouncy breasts are amazing. I wonder how much bigger they will grow from now on.
It felt like the blood gathering in my lower body was sweeping away my thoughts.
"I see. So you're as old as you look. Hey, say something."
Just like I did with the other slaves, I decided to check the tone of the elf girl's voice.
But the girl just looked flustered and didn't reply.
Doran looked furious and tried to hurry his Men along, but I stopped him by holding of my palm.
We waited in silence for a while, and then Elf girl muttered just one word with a tearful look on her face.
"...No! Don't buy me...!"
It was a beautiful voice like the ringing of a bell. However, it seemed I was the only one who was touched by the sound of it. Not only Tesh, but Doran and the middle-aged employee were also frozen in shock by what she said.
It was an extremely rude and impolite thing to say to a young man from a marquis family.
I told him I would talk to Doran about the purchase and had the slaves leave the room.