In the end the man took longer than I expected to come back. He had with him a total of five other slaves for sale that were 'damaged goods'. It honestly surprised me that there were only so few, but then again this is a rather high class place so the 'broken' ones would likely not stay here for all that long.

"As you can see, we have five here. Three half-elves, a black elf, and a beastkin, all of which were not exactly taken care of all that well by their previous owners before they ended up in our fine establishment. We have kept them mostly due to how the town's Madam takes a small degree of pity in children like these, but if they stay here to the age of nine then they would be handed over to the madam to be properly 'trained' and used."

I nod as I observe the five in front of me. The three half elves were really skinny, each with a different hair color. The first had short blue hair and pale blue eyes, the second looked a year or so older with long black hair and purplish blue eyes, and the final one had long light blue hair tied into pigtails and purple eyes

With their pointy ears, they all looked really cute… if you ignore the scars they all had on their faces and how their ears seemed to have been cut off maliciously. The one with short blue hair even had one of her legs ripped out and the pigtailed one with purple eyes lacked one hand cut off entirely well.

As for the others, the dark elf was most likely the one most scared of them all with it covering most of her skin, and the beastkin girl looked near feral with wild and thick black hair and a tail that was clearly broken and one of her eyes was covered by an eyepatch.

"The previous owner of these little ones has sold them back over after he no longer desired them. They are what you requested, even if I am not entirely sure why you'd desire people like this. Regardless, the Madam requested a meeting with you at your earliest convenience before you leave town."

I wanted to say I was not interested, but Oberyn intervened.

"We will go meet her promptly." I glanced up at him and Oberyn explained. "Hey, I am doing this for our own good here. I have heard of the woman, she is scary in many ways and she has all sorts of connections, causing trouble with her is not something even your grandfather would do lightly."

Sighing I say.

"Fine, then one of you will find us an inn before we go. These girls need some rest and for me to look at their wounds. I won't have my slaves walking around being anything less than their best versions of themselves."

With that said I looked at each of the girls before I zeroed in on the one who had a missing leg.

Approaching her I ask.

"Hello, my name is Inari Boreas Greyrat. What is your name?"

The girl looked stumped before muttering.

"Se-Seventy six." She said with a slightly trembling tone, especially when I got close enough and touched her stump for a leg.

She clearly was extremely frightened and when I touched her there she all but froze over. Well, having her unable to even walk properly would be kinda troublesome, so I might as well heal her right now instead of when we get to the inn.

Concentrating I think on how to proceed. Since I am not very knowledgeable about an elf's body structure it would likely be better if I go with the Spiritual Doctor method instead of regular magecraft. It is more Od intensive, but I do not lack that so it would likely not be a problem… and it would be a great way to show off my healing abilities for the time when I open my clinic.

What? I am still my father's son and I do not hesitate to take my chances to get rich and famous.

The method of a spiritual doctor is relatively easy actually. Surprisingly so in theory, to be honest. Basically, every person has a soul which is inevitably connected to the body. When a person loses a part of their body the soul in that area becomes unattached to the physical world and more or less 'disperse' in that region.

Basically, think of gel on a mold, when the mold is removed the gel wouldn't stay in the right state anymore so even trying to make a new mold would need to take that into account.

That is one of the main reasons, from what I saw until now, that the healing magic in this world is seen as being too complicated to heal missing limbs. The magic in this world is very instinctive in several ways, it is very easy to use to the point where one doesn't have any true need to know the principles of what is going on. Healing magic, for instance, up until advanced level doesn't seem to even acknowledge that there is a soul to consider while healing.

So, I will use both. First, I use the Spiritual Doctor techniques with the little miss 76 here (awful and degrading name by the way, will ask if she doesn't want to change it later), fixing her soul into a more proper mold and restoring it to what it was. Of course, I count her growth since that time by making the missing limb the same as the existing one (taking into account that it is the opposite limb.

With that done I start casting the intermediary healing magic from this world in it. This level of healing magic is already able to regenerate wounds and cuts so it already has a degree of capacity to restore damage. Seeing as right now the soul is all in place, I can quote a certain black knight and say.

This but a flesh wound.

It takes around ten minutes of hard work and my mana core is entirely emptied out with that one work, but I had most of the work dealt with.

The leg is still not fully capable, the muscles are a bit atrophied and it would likely hurt her to keep her leg like that, so I deactivated the pain receptors for that leg entirely.

This may not be complete, but it is good enough right now. With her leg back and the soul back into the mold properly she just needs rest and nutrients before her leg returns completely to what it once was.

I smile up at her and explain as much, her face looks shocked and I get back up with wobbly legs myself, but one of my knights, sir Arthur, held onto me before I fell down.

"My lord, this-"

"I know, it is not quite complete. But I only have so much mana after all I did earlier today and am still growing. Now, how about we go and see that inn I mentioned?" I ask and the knight dumbly nods his head as we are about to start walking away.

Of course, I stop before that and say.

"And one of you, please carry the little missy there. Her leg should finish healing after a while but putting weight in it would just delay that." I say and it was not one of the knights who did so, but the black haired elf who moved first and took 76 into her arms.

Soon we were all moving through the corridors and I noticed how some of the staff looked at the healed leg from 76 with wide eyes. Well, I guess soon half the city will know of what I did. Oh well, it is free advertisement at least.


"So, this was the inn you found?" I question Oberyn who shrugs.

"It is the one I usually go to when I visit town."

"Why am I not surprised?" I say with a tired sigh as the rest of the guards glare at Oberyn for bringing me to this place.

I mean, the name of the inn is 'Warm Cave Inn' and underneath the sign there is the image of a woman with her legs spread wide open and with the words 'Always open for business'.

Turning to Oberyn I question.

"Are you sure this is not a brothel?"

"Kid, look at this town. All inns here ARE brothels as well, this is pretty much the town's main costume by this point. This place simply serves not only great company but has good food and a friend of mine works here so I usually get a discount."

"OBERYN, I AM GONNA KILL YOU!" A shout was heard and a flying dagger flew towards the smiling knight who had to duck out of the way as soon two women were upon him trying to kill the knight.

I and the other knights observe it, so I turn to Arthur and ask.

"Why do I feel he likely deserved that?"

"Because you are smart, my lord. Because you are smart." The man said and we looked on amusedly as Oberyn was hunted down by the two whores before he had to run away from the place with both running after him.

Well, he can take care of himself. He is one of our top knights and his spear now is able to cut through metal like tofu, he won't die so easily.

Approaching the counter I see a pretty human girl standing there and asks.

"Hello, what would you and your companions desire?" She said to me, likely realizing I was the leader due to wearing expensive clothes while several knights and such surround me.

"We would like three rooms for today to tomorrow, all one beside the other if at all possible." I explained. With the number of knights and maids with us we need the space, and the rooms should be together to ensure the knights can come to our protection in case of an emergency.

"Very well, it will be three silver coins. Five if you want lunch and dinner for everyone." She says and I nod before I take out a single gold coin and say.

"Bring three times the normal amount of food for my room, make sure to tell the chefs that it must be highly meaty and caloric food, completely forget salad."

The woman nods and says.

"That would go then to seven silver coins."

Sir Arthur's eyes narrow, likely because this was expensive, but I did not care all that much at the moment.

"Very well." I say it easily.

The pretty girl smiles and says.

"Would your companions want some company for tonight as well? Fifty copper coins per girl."

"That will not be necessary." Sir Arthur says, much to the slight annoyance of the other knights, but one glare from Arthur was enough to shut them all up.

Soon we were led to our rooms and I left a note to take Oberyn to the room with the other guards.

Entering my room I noticed how it was composed of a huge single bed in the center of the room as well as a big mirror above it and a stand on the side. It was a very bare room and… are the knights in the other rooms needing to share a single bed?

Just imagining their reactions to that, and how much they will want to beat up Oberyn for it later almost makes me laugh at it all. Almost.

"Please put her on the bed first." I told the black haired elf who nodded and put 76 into the bed. Nodding, I speak up. "So, introductions. You all heard my name, but I would like to know your names."

"My name is 74." The black haired one said.

"81." Said the one with pigtails and purple eyes.

"Shitstain." Said the beastkin.

"Oliver." The pure elf and head maid said.

"Okay, got it. Sorry, but most of those names won't work." I said. "Those names are all to push you girls down, little more. You all must choose a new name in, say, a month. Yeah, that sounds about right. I want you to decide on that, also, after we leave town and you are fully recovered you can consider yourselves freed as I do not really want someone who would only stay with me by force. Well, Oliver here is kind of an exception as I would like her to help me to, in case she desires to leave, train someone else to take up the duties of a maid instead. For those who would still want to stay and work for me, I can ensure safety, food, lodging, and a fair payment. Now, how about we start healing you all up?"

With that we spent most of the rest of the day with me helping heal them. They all ate voraciously the food provided as they needed to replenish their lost nutrients from regrowing missing limbs and whatnot, it is not like magic would 'magically' replenish the lost nutrients needed to regrow missing parts. Add in that they were not exactly fat to begin with, they needed the extra nutrients or they might have suffered some degree of permanent damage to their bodies.

There was also a lot of crying, especially from the black haired one as apparently her previous owner, or his wife to be more specific, was particularly cruel as she saw her husband cheat on her with a maid and in her anger killed that maid and proceeded to 'brand' all other maids with a hot iron through their pussies to make them completely barren and extremely damaged there. To think the woman even did that to a girl of eight years old, and that her husband's only reaction was to throw away all the slaves he had and buy new ones…

You know, I kinda think I might want to become an absolute monarch in Asura later on, if only so I can go full on Robespierre and put most nobility to the guillotine. Well, at least the most fucked up sadistic ones… which seems to still means most of the nobility.

In the end, all the girls except for Alpha dogpilled me to want to thank me for what I did. It is good they were so thin and I could use reinforcement, or I might have just died then and there from it.


KNOCK

KNOCK

"Could you…" I ask Oliver who nodded her head on the side before she moved towards the door. I was currently in bed, very much mentally tired after so much healing and trying my damndest to recover my mana reserves at least to the point I could move around freely.

I guess I never quite tired myself out to this extent before, I even had to go out of my way in the end to use healing magecraft to finish the job instead of healing magic from this world, if only so I had enough energy. My reserves got THAT low by the end there.

Looking over as the door opened I saw that it was sir Arthu standing at the door.

"I apologize my lord, but a messenger from The Madam has arrived and requests you to come over. It seems the madam did not appreciate us coming to an inn before visiting her after her invitation."

Nodding, I get up and check my clothes. They were covered in lots of sweat due to how much I worked when healing the girls.

Oh well, just a simple application of magecraft and… yep, all cleaned up. It is so good that magecraft can do virtually everything that a person can do with their own two hands, especially since it means I can take care of these miscellaneous jobs just that much easier.

Turning to Oliver I note how the girls are and speak up.

"Would you mind carrying for the girls while I meet the madam? They will need some rest now and I do not trust them staying here alone right now."

"Understood." The elf says with a bow and I nod before I think for a bit. Concentrating I open my palms and use tracing to recreate one of the knight's swords down to its most minute detail.

Shame I am no Shiro Emiya who has a BS Reality Marble with who knows how many swords he can trace, but I still at least remember well the structure of the swords used by our knights since they are all so similar and, with no degradation from the world itself, even a replica won't just vanish on itself.

The elf looks at me with a completely shocked expression, same with Arthur, but I ignore it as I present the girl with the sword.

"Here, it should be enough for your protection. It is not quite as good as a properly forged blade, but it is still around ninety or so percent as good as one. It should probably be enough."

"This, thank you." Oliver says as she holds the sword tight and smiles slightly before bowing to me.

Good, at least with this she should be able to defend herself well.

With that done I turn to Arthur who continues to stare at me with shock as I speak.

"So? Shall we move along?"

The man stands even straighter and nods affirmatively at that, his face clearly filled with a small degree of reverence towards me as we moved along towards where the emissary was.


"So, you are the one who built that road between here and Roa?" The madam of the town said, and honestly I did not expect someone like her to be the one in charge here.

I mean, she is an elf. Nothing against elves, but as far as I could tell basically all town heads were human and with how elves are treated here, I was expecting someone more along the lines of, I dunno, a ugly bastard who likes to use way too much makeup or something.

No, instead the Madam was a petite elf who had an extremely sexy body and was using rather revealing clothing. She was smoking a long and fancy smoking pipe and I could tell that most of my knights seem to be affected by lust just looking at her.

"That was me, lady…?" I say with a question at the end to which she laughs.

"Boy, I am not a lady. I have never been one, and never will be one. I am a whore, simple as that. That I control this town is merely an added bonus, but I am what I am and do not have any reason to change it. But, if you want to say my name, it is Shaua."

"Very well, miss Shaua. Yes, I was the one who made that road." I said and she nodded, a finger under her chin as she, almost instinctively, took a rather seductive pose as she spoke up.

"Interesting. I have noticed your work since before you arrived in town and sent some of my warriors to and mages to test the road you made. They said the road is much firmer than the regular ones we have to constantly repair and, as long as no one is fighting actively in it, they should last for decades on end. I wonder, how much would it cost you to teach one of my girls how to do what you just did, as well as hire you to make some roads like that for me."

I stopped to think for a bit. Even if she were to get someone else to make the roads, the initial ones would be done by me right now and future repairs or other roads would not be me doing them anyway. I would first need to talk to my father and likely do roads for Roa first so the first beneficiaries of those roads are us, but this can earn me quite a bit of gold.

Well, even if I make it seem like it is easy, teaching someone would be tough as I would need them to understand science to know just what they are doing and have them be able to do it using this world's magic. It is a big commitment, so-

"It would take a while for someone else to learn how to do what I did." I said first and foremost to which she nodded without issue. Seeing that, I continue. "And for price, I am not sure how much you usually pay for each mile of road you make, but I can accept 25% less than that."

The Madam observes me for a while before she says.

"Before I answer, I would like to know something. Are you somehow connected to the Holy Kingdom?"

I raise a brow at that, but answer easily.

"Not at all. Honestly, I barely understand them and, what little I do, makes it clear that it is a place I would have no desire to step a single foot in." I say honestly.

The Holy Kingdom of Mitis is a human-only country. All other races are discriminated against, only those who look very close to a human like hobbits and such are even allowed to travel normally and if some demon goes there it is law that you can kill or hunt it down in exchange for a bounty. If that all was not bad enough, they control a huge amount of land, around thirty percent of an entire continent, and they have a stranglehold over all Saint and above… level of magic.

Well, I guess I fucked up. I should probably start preparing for when assassins start coming in, which should take another year or so even if someone wants to deliver the info right away.

"I see, I suppose I was a bit too afraid for nothing. Regardless, how about a golden coin per mile? I would want roads for all eight connected cities around, so in total I would pay you around twelve hundred gold."

"Make it a golden coin and ten silver, or equivalent merchandise." I said easily.

"Well, I guess I can arrange for that. Now, as for the one you must teach, I have just the one."

As she said thus she clapped twice and the doors to the side opened and a woman was standing there.

She sports white-blonde hair in heavily defined ringlets that go all the way down to her butt. In body, she has a curvy figure with smallish but sizeable enough breasts, wide hips and shapely legs. Her eyes are a light reddish-brown and she sports the signature pointy ears, customary of all elf kind.

Her clothes were not that of one of the whores working here (meaning little to none at all). No, instead she stands there with black shorts and frilled stockings that run up to the mid-thigh. In addition to this, she wore gold-colored bands around her forearms and her top was of a small red and white corset which I can only assume is her battle attire with a Estoc and Buckler at the ready.

"She is my eldest child with my father." Shaua starts, making me surprised at the casual mention of blatant incest. "This girl may not seem like all that much, but she is still a S class adventurer and has great magic potential, I am sure she can manage to learn what you intend to teach her."

"So, am I just gonna be sold as you see fit again, mother?" The woman asks and Shaua snorts at that.

"Elwi, we already talked about this. You may have ran away for a time, but you got captured and sold like I told you that you would be. You are lucky I let every slave trader know that, in case you or any of your sisters end up in their hands, they should sell you to me. Honestly, you should have just stayed here where your curse wouldn't trouble you, where you have your family, and where it is safe."

"I am not one of your 'Elwi' anymore, mother. I already stopped being one of those for a while now." The woman said with a glare and Shaua sighs.

"Why are you so much harder than your sisters and brothers? You are lucky I care for my family, or I might have just killed you off long ago."

The woman just ignores this and refuses to look at her mother.

"Well, she can be a bit rowdy, but she will listen. And, as a sign of good faith, I want you to keep another of my more obedient daughters around. You may use both as you wish, as long as Elwi here can come help me when I need it later."

I nod, accepting it even as the daughter of Shaua no longer could handle it and snaps.

"I am not 'Elwi'! My name is Elinalise, Elinalise Dragonroad!"