He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly

68 – Old me, old you (1)

The rabbit with white fur stared blankly outside.

Watching the mountains, trees, and grass swaying in the wind outside the window reminded me of the children’s faces.

“…how are you doing?”

Of course you will be fine.

who are the children

Isn’t it a rabbit beast that was once famous among adventurers to the extent that it had a separate nickname of ‘white soil’?

However, as a father, he still regretted not giving his children enough love.

It always troubled him that he had failed to do for his children the same things his father had done and his mother had done.

“Come to think of it, I miss you.”

I closed my eyes trying to recall the blurry faces of the two people who had smiled as they sent their selves away to the city in the past.

Father was strong. Now that I think about it, it seemed that no one was as strong as my father.

My father, who was like a wild beast with long white hair covering his arms, used to boast that there was a really strong white tiger among his ancestors.

Of course, the father with long white ears and a cute tail on top of his head was still a rabbit.

I also remembered how embarrassed my mother was, who was an ordinary rabbit beast.

It was my father who always stood tall and proudly took first place whenever there was a match in the village, when he went hunting, or whenever he had something to show off his strength.

“No, it’s really strong! Is it strong?”

How about shouting like that and arm wrestling with a mother who has slender arms?

I could say that my father, who pretended to be weak to my mother, was a true lover.

Or was it not smoke?

There is no way to know now, so I shrugged my shoulders and stretched my arms once.

As I leaned back, I could see beyond the blue sky from the green land.

The gentle spring breeze that came through the open window tickled my ear, so I reached out my hand to shake it off and thought about it once more.

He went back to the day when he made a name for himself as ‘Baekto’, not as the husband of a woman.

Yes, on the very day I met Chise.

***

“Edgar, you did a good job today.”

When the money bag was placed on the table, he picked it up with a smile and put it around his waist.

He was a skilled adventurer, and I found him in many places.

The twenty-three-year-old Baekto was strong and quick.

Unlike other rabbits, he was always confident and fearless.

Because he was a man who often carried out dangerous requests, clients always named ‘Baekto’ at high prices.

Because of this, the guild always had a lot of work to entrust to him, and he always had plenty of time when he welcomed money.

“This time, it’s a request from the southern town. He asked me to help subdue the monster’s lair.”

“Heh, the pay isn’t bad… Anything else?”

“As you can see from the written description, a hunter staying in the village for a while said he would help subdue the hideout. The distribution of loot will be negotiated on the spot.”

“For some reason, the village even attached a collaborator.”

Usually, clients don’t give extra help in exchange for paying a lot of money. I didn’t care too much because it was better to use the weapons I was familiar with.

Daggers, warpicks, shortbows… I liked anything that could fit in one hand. It would have been better if it could be quickly taken out and used.

Occasionally, when encountering larger ones, it was necessary to use larger ones. Like a long hammer that you have to hold with both hands.

“That’s it. Anyone going with me?”

“Call me Elliot.”

“Ah, you mean that black-eyed adventurer?”

“yes.”

black eye. It was an uncommon sight.

But what is it like?

People around him sometimes looked at Elliot strangely. he didn’t No matter what, it’s enough as long as you have the skills.

Although there were times when I couldn’t understand the language well, I always did what I was told to do.

Isn’t that enough?

If you’re an adventurer, shouldn’t you just wander from place to place and take good care of what you receive?

Except for the dirty work, of course.

“Well, it’s enough as long as you do a good job anyway. I’m always indebted to you. ‘Baekto.'”

After receiving the request that was rolled up and tied with a string, he left the guild.

“…Eh, who else is talking about me.”

I scratched my sensitive ears several times. This guy’s ears are unnecessarily good, and he always reacted when someone saw his name or bad name. I couldn’t control it properly because it was an instinctive area.

Sure enough, several people were looking at him and whispering, and even the colorful rabbits on the street were busy moving their mouths with their eyes twinkling.

“Why do people who know me do this, really?”

I muttered a little to myself, but with the exception of some pure-blooded humans, the rabbits each made a surprised face and left their seats in a hurry, or cleared their throats a few times before changing the subject of conversation.

“It’s much better.”

This guy’s ears were uncomfortable in so many ways.

Of course, it was useful to be able to hear the danger in advance when going out on an adventure, but it didn’t feel very good when my feet touched such a noisy place.

So, if one day you have a chance to settle down, you must settle down in a secluded outskirts town –

With that in mind, I moved my feet.

***

He went to the boarding house where he was staying and greeted the warm-hearted lady.

“Hello, is Elliot in the room by any chance?”

“I’m still in my room, oh, I’m just coming out.”

Black hair, black eyes.

I wonder if that’s so hard to see… As I was staring at him, a reproach flew in.

“What are you looking at?”

“No, nothing.”

Only the hair color and eyes are different, what’s so strange about it.

If that’s the case, will rabbits of all different colors have different tastes?

Oh, is this example a bit odd?

“Ah, let me tell you in advance – it’s hard to accompany you on your adventures. I’ll be away for a while.”

“Hmm? Why? What’s going on?”

“That’s it. I heard a story.”

He made a complicated face, gestured, and went outside.

“Did I tell you that I came from another place?”

The sound of walking for a while is such nonsense.

“If you do this, I’ll be prejudiced like everyone else.”

“Kuh, maybe that’s not prejudice.”

He smiled once, then looked up at the sky again with a bitter expression.

“From far away. I came from a very far distance. Maybe it’s a world that doesn’t exist in this world in the first place.”

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s any prejudice.”

Most of the dark haired people say weird things, I guess that’s true, but-

Judging by his expression, it didn’t seem like that, so I pricked up my ears and decided to listen to the story a little more.

“So, what kind of world is it? Say something.”

“I believe that beastmen like you exist only in your imagination, and a world where iron carriages travel without horses. Humans fly in the sky without wings -”

“…Did you eat something wrong?”

No, apart from the beastman, what is an iron carriage without a horse? what is the sky

“Yes, you don’t believe it! Would you believe it in the first place!”

“No… I believe it must be something magical.”

“Because I didn’t even believe in magic in the first place?”

what? Don’t you believe in magic?

Of course, it is said that people living in remote villages do not know magic at all, but there were no words to come out of this adventurer’s mouth.

“Where did you eat something wrong in the countryside? Don’t you know that you have to mix a little bit of lies to be credible?”

“Okay, what are you doing with me saying this… I’m leaving soon anyway.”

“Where? To the realm of your imagination?”

“…”

“Am I really going to develop prejudice like this?”

“Yeah, I’m not going, I’m not going! I’m just going on a trip a little further. Are you okay?”

While swinging his fists, he lightly distanced himself from the angry man, and continued to make his ‘flies of the imagination’ a laughing stock.

“Yes, yes, take a trip to the world of iron carriages. Why don’t you go and bring me some souvenirs?”

“You damn – you’re not standing there!”

Was that the last time you saw a colleague you had been with for a long time?

…okay. I couldn’t believe it at the time.

how can i believe

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Right now my wife has black hair and black eyes, but she never said that.

It was hard to believe until the first daughter’s son-in-law told me an ‘otherworldly’ story, with black hair and eyes.

“What are you thinking about so intently?”

yes, she

“…It’s nothing special. I was briefly thinking about the day I met you.”

Of course, the story hasn’t gotten there yet.

“Ah, are you talking about the one we met in Harvey Village to subdue monsters?”

“Yeah, that evening. But… I have a question for you. I can’t remember if I asked you a question…”

Black hair, black eyes.

Was she, like my son-in-law and friend, from another world?

“Um…let me guess. You’re asking if I’m from another world, right?”

“I’m not really surprised anymore.”

She shook her head and smiled at the sight of her who seemed to see right through my heart.

Whenever I needed something, he would always show up next to me and hand it to me.

What kind of ability is this?

“It happens when you love someone very, very much. When you love someone tremendously… from the bottom of your heart.”

She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes, pondered for a moment, then opened her mouth.

“Well, I think you’ve been talking a few times. I don’t think you asked a question. But first, I was born here. But-“

“but?”

Blinking a few times, she clapped her hands as if realizing something and met my eyes.

“I remember my grandfather giving me my name. Chise. It’s not a common name, right?”

“Is that so? But, your last name is common. Wasn’t it Lewis?”

“That’s right. Uh- well, not just by name. Grandpa used a strange sword.”

“which?”

“It’s not a sword, so… should I call it a sword? I don’t know. It was edged on one side. The other side was unbladed.”

“Didn’t you see the double-edged sword by mistake?”

“No, it’s because it’s completely different from how it looks. They say they made it themselves.”

“Really? Hmm… It’s not even a kitchen knife.”

“Puhyuk, it’s not like that. It did look a little more cool.”

I realized a little more that there really is a different world in the story of things I have never heard of.

Her grandfather, Elliot, and our daughter’s son-in-law.

…Strangely, I have a lot of ties to other worlds, me.

“By the way, it might be good to talk a little bit more. With you.”

“what?”

“A story from the past. A story from when we met before. Shall we talk while eating tea and snacks?”

“…I guess so.”

As she was about to get up, she took her hand and kissed her on the cheek, a smile blooming on her face.

“Has your aegyo increased recently?”

“Go quickly. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Because this is the only thing I can do for the girl who always cares for me.

But for some reason, the hand he was trying to let go didn’t let go, but instead, he took my hand and put it on the pod, so somehow the atmosphere became strange.

“Let’s just have a little conversation with our bodies…”

He moistened his lips slightly and, without avoiding her face as he slowly approached her, covered her mouth with his fingers and whispered softly.

“I can do a lot of that later at night.”

It’s not enough to say thank you many times to her who always loves such a lacking body, but if you do it from now on, the conversation time you had at best will disappear…

Above all, mixing bodies is something you can always do now.

“…oh?”

Still holding her lips from her fingers, she curled her eyes and licked my lips lightly with her tongue.

this guy really…

“Don’t make people’s faces red for no reason! Hurry up and go!”

She held her face with both hands, shook her face and screamed, and only then did she giggle and move her feet busily.

It is all thanks to her that I was able to get back to this daily life.

It would have been impossible without her dedication to forget all the dark, painful, and heavy things and to smile with her again.

Even if it wasn’t too long ago, without her… hahahaha.

With a shudder, she took her handkerchief from her bosom and took a deep breath.

“…I really love you, you.”

Deeply realizing the existence of her, which he couldn’t be without, he waited for her to return.