Chapter 3 Black eyed slave

"I went to the east district store to buy food and sundries." I'm telling Mintz and Doug the story about how I bought a boy while drinking tea in the living room. "Oh, while we're talking about this, I will make soup that's easy to drink. Since the two of you can't cook, I will borrow the kitchen, ok?" "Sorry to bother you with this, thank you, Mintz." After that, Mintz begins preparing soup. "I finished buying some things that I needed in the east district, but because there are still some things that I need to buy, I'm trying to search in the south area ....." Compared to the eastern district, security in the southern area is not very good. There are lots of bars, brothels, slavmarketset, and other shops. Usually, I won’t go to the eastern district, but the magical tool shop that sells something that I need only opens in the South District. "The Mard shop?" "Yeah, and on the way to the shop, there is a slave market open." "Recently, the security around that place is getting worse and worse. I heard that even the illegal slaves are sold well there." I don't want to see a slave market. I feel sorry for the slav, but I can't do anything to save them all. So, usually, I won't stop by that place and walk as quickly as I can. "There is a cage in the corner of the slave market where the boy was. Our eyes met, and it seemed like he would stop breathing at any time. " I still don't know why I was interested in him at that time. Even though there are many slaves in the same bad condition in that place other than him, and there is nothing special that I can see from that boy. However, I couldn't take my eyes from him. "Looking at his condition in the cage, it seems that the boys are already a useless item for them, so they sell at a low price, but they still can’t be sold. Andlooksk like they are planning to dispose of him soon." "I want to punch them right now!!" "Is it enough to just punch them? If me..." I hear that, to some extent, Mintz mumbles something disturbing, but I pretend that I don’t hear it. I also wanted to slash and cut them down, but I also understood that it would make me get caught by the police if I did such a thing there. "When he looked up at me, and I felt that his eyes were eyes that had already given up everything." "Well.. If you meet aeyeslike that, it can’t be helped, you must want to help him." "After I looked at that eye, I couldn't distract my eyes from it. I don't know why, but I feel like I have to protect him ... I just.. feel like that...." I don't know why, but I just couldn't abandon him at all. My instinct kept telling me that he was mine.... He was mine to protect... to care about... "So that's why you bought him, huh?" "Yeah, I know that it's hypocritical. Even though I said I wanted to help him, I only bought him from the slave market. That's like I forced him to be mine. But... I can't help myself... I must do it.. I have to..." "Isn’t that fine? Even if it was like you bought a love, but if you don't do it, maybe no one will save him." "If it's about you, who didn't like the slave market more than other people. There will be many things to think about.... But well.. If it's because you bought that boy, he no longer feels any painful experience, isn'tthats that alright?" "That’s right. It's good to be released from the status as a slave, you know..." The words from both of them saved me. Until now, everyone who sells slaves, buyers, and those who use them are subjects of disgust – yet, now I was bought as a slave. Of course, I had no intention of treating him as a slave, but I still couldn't forgive myself for buying him as a slave. "You two are right. Thank you..." "Really...You are too serious. You don't have to think about every little thing, take it easy a little." "Well, if you pull out as much as the branch chief, it will be something though ...." "Did you say something?!" "No, it's nothing, sir!" The soup that Mintz was making seemed to be completed, so Mintz started cleaning and preparing to go home. "If this soup cools down and let him drink. I think it's difficult if his consciousness doesn't return, but please give him a drink, even a little. Please don't give him a big bite. It will get stuck in his throat, and it will be dangerous." "Got it!" "Thank you very much, Mintz. You are helpful." "No, noo, this is nothing much. If there’s somethihappenspen please call me immediately. I will fly here right away." "Yeah, of course!" "We will call you later." "Then please excuse me. Let's meet again in the guild." After that, Mintz went back to his home. "Okay.. Let's check the boy’s condition." "Yes..." Doug and I are going to the room where the boy is resting. In the room, the boy's still sleeping quietly. "For a while, it would be better to take care of him on our own. You and I will show our faces alternately to the guild. Is this okay for you? Well, we don’t have any job that requires much time right now, so I think this is the best way." "I understand, we must check his condition every day, so it should be the best way. But...even if you say that you want to nurse himwilln’t’t it be hard for you? Especially with that arm.." "If you said it like that, then how about your legs? Do you think how many years have passed since my arm became like this? Don’t worry, I can do most everything by myself." After hearing what I said to him, Doug made a gesture to hit me with the left arm, which is not cut from the root. "That’s right, sorry to bother you about this." "It's alright,t you know.. If I have to say, this is not other people’s affairs anymore. We will protect this boy together, okay?" As Doug said, he was wiping away the boy's sweat floating on his forehead. It’s probably really painful with the fever, pain expression is shown on the boy’s face. "I will try to give the boy the soup and medicine given by Mintz. Doug, you can take a bath first." Well.. I wanted to see how Doug takes care of the boy later, even if it's just once, but it doesn't have to be now. "Okay, I will leave it to you for now. Please call me if anything happens." "Got it." Doug heads to the bath, I warm up the soup that Mintz made, and take out the medicine. Then, I move the things I bought today and put them in the appropriate place. I prepare a soup, the medicine, and head towards him. Sitting beside him while seeing his suffering from a high fever and his painful expression, I gaze at his face. I feel that when I look at that figure, the desire to make him mine is growing so strong. Originally, the bear tribe is strongly instinctive to protect small things and the weak ones., My desire to protect him is strong, but this feeling seems to go beyond only to protect him. His black hair, not sharp, but it's a small, clean nose, thin lips, I still can't see it now, but his black eyes, white skin, I want to make him all for myself, under my protection. I don't even want to let him go, that's how deep my feelings have become. While gazing at him, I unconsciously passed my fingers through his hair. I couldn’t believe myself doing such a thing, but once my senses returned, I swore to myself it’s not the time for this and tried to make him drink the soup. The soup that Mintz made is full of minced rabbit meat and some stewed vegetables that simmered nicely. The soup is clear, has reasonable salt control, and it tastes a little plain, but it’s very delicious. I raises his back slightly, supports it, and carries the soup with a spoon to his mouth. I opened his mouth a little and gave him a little soup, but there was no sign of swallowing, and the soup almost flowed from the edge of his mouth. In a hurry, I wiped it with a towel, but if this continued, He can’t drink the soup. I think hard to find a way to make him drink the soup. I tried somehow, but in the end, I let him drink the soup via mouth-to-mouth. I give a small amount of soup to his mouth while telling myself that this is for nursing the sick, this is for the sick people, for the sick people, no other objective. I open the boy's mouth a little, pour his mouth with soup and close it. When the liquid flows to the back, the body seems to desire water, so it swallows nicely. It looks so lovely that he tried so hard to swallow the liquid from my mouth. When flowing in, the tongue of the boy and my tongue entangled a bit, and it was a strange feeling, or to be honest, a pleasant feeling, but once again, I told myself this is for nursing the sick. Even if I forcibly let him drink so much from the beginning, he won’t be healthy instantly; rather, it will be a burden to his body, so I give him about half the soup in the bowl and give him the medicine in the same way. The medicine was dead bitter. I wonder if this should be mixed with something sweet...? I will think about it next time when I make him drink the medicine again. After seeing the boy’s condition for a while, Doug came into the room, steaming from his body because he had just gotten out of the bath. "Oh.. the bath feels so good. Wow, looks like the boy's complexion is getting better." "It's because I give him a soup, medicine, and water." "Ah, I see, I see. But to be able to give him the soup even though he is ot conscious. What did you do?" "......... I feed him mouth to mouth." ".... Say it one more time." ".... I said I gave him mouth-to-mouth." "......Well, that can't be helped! Because he's not conscious! Side benefit... side benefit!" I want to know what he means by side benefit, but I will let it go for now. "I will look after the boy, so you should take a bath this time. Let’s eat together when you're done, then let's go to bed." "I understand, please look after him." "Got it!"