Episode 53 Slave of the Savage Tribe (2)
Balak’s warrior and chieftain’s daughter, Iyan.
She said to Bikir in front of her.
“Get down.”
Are you trying to make the relationship clear?
But it didn’t sound like he had any specific intentions.
because. It
‘s
because Bikir also felt the presence of flying towards the back.
at the same time.
…Pat!
Ayen pulled the dog leash from Vikir’s neck.
As Bikir bent down, a thin arrow grazed his back and crashed into the ground.
Iyen shouted.
“These guys! Can’t you go somewhere else to practice!?”
Then I heard a rustling sound from beyond the bush and I saw a group of children saying “Come” and running away.
All of them had bows and arrows in their hands.
“…”
Bikir raised his head again and looked at Iyen in front of him.
A girl who shakes off the water in front of her eyes.
That’s right, the girl he rescued from the slave auction earlier.
Ayen said to Bikir.
“Are we old?”
poor imperial language. Vikir decided that her Balak language skills were better than Ayen’s Imperial language skills, and opened her mouth.
“…It’s nice to see you again.”
Hearing Balak’s language coming out of Bikir’s mouth, Iyen opened his eyes wide.
“Do you speak Balak’s language?”
“any.”
She walked in front of Bikir with curious eyes.
Only a few short buckskins were wrapped around her body, but she showed no shame whatsoever.
Ayen came up to Vikir and said.
“I was grateful at that time. We double the favor and repay the revenge tenfold.”
“…”
“You saved me once, so I saved you twice.”
“…”
“I never thought I’d try to fight against ‘her’. I ran away and came back just in case.”
Certainly, if the noose thrown by Iyen hadn’t caught on his neck and pulled, Bikir would have been killed by the ‘Madame Eight Legs’, a monster in the dark.
……Then what about the other one?
As Bikir looked at him as if asking for an explanation, the corners of Iyen’s eyes drew arcs like those of a fox.
“Didn’t I see you on the way?”
She pointed to a plume of acrid smoke rising from the village beyond the bush.
Bikir recalled the captives he had met along the way.
Perhaps you too have had a similar fate.
The person who stopped it seemed to be Iyen in front of him.
If so, a more fundamental question must be asked.
“What’s the reason you kept me alive?”
Just to repay the favor? If so, there is no reason to throw a noose around his neck in the first place.
And Iyen wasn’t the only one who wanted to put a noose around Vikir’s neck.
All of Balak’s female warriors who came that day were all aiming for Bikir’s head.
Iyan subtly asked the question in a straight-forward way.
“Is this husband hunting or something?”
“Oh, I must have heard it somewhere.”
Not just Balak, but most savage tribes living in the jungle kidnap their spouses from outside the tribe.
It is to avoid incest and bring fresh blood from the outside.
Of course, since Balak is a warrior tribe, how strong the body of the abducted target is a big reference point.
Ayen circled around Vikir.
Just like an appraiser appraises a product.
In the meantime, Bikir had a lot of worries.
What if they spread the news of their survival to the Baskervilles? And what if there was even a hostage negotiation?
If so, future plans will be disrupted.
The plan to build strength by hiding away from Hugo’s surveillance network is going to fail.
In order to prevent that, they had to escape this place or annihilate all of them… That was impossible with Vikir’s current body condition.
But Bikir was worried for nothing.
It was because it didn’t seem like they had any intention of interfering with Vikir.
Ayen looked at Bikir and said.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not like other women. I don’t need a husband.”
“…”
“You were captured to be used as a slave.”
If so, was it necessary to throw the noose so desperately? I had a question, but I didn’t bother to say it.
As Bikir stayed still, Iyen waved the dog collar in his hand and said.
“You can’t even function as a man with that body anyway. You’d better just get used to life as a slave.”
Originally, the women of Balak only looked at the men they had captured from outside for breeding purposes.
If the man didn’t fulfill his role as a male, he would usually kill him, but fortunately (?) Iyen didn’t seem to do that.
Ayen threw her clothes on the water to Vikir.
As Bikir accepts it, the dog collar is pulled tight.
Iyan was leading the way towards the village.
“From now on, you will live in front of my house and wait on me.”
His body screamed every time he took a step, but Bikir kept his mouth shut nonetheless.
What can I do? Fortunately, thanks to Murcielago’s strength, his body is recovering quickly.
Iyen briefly gave the first order to Bikir.
“First of all, let’s organize the names.”
Ayen, who was walking ahead, stopped before entering the village entrance and looked back at Bikir.
Then he looked down and narrowed his eyes.
“Call me master.”
* * *
Bikir came down to Balak’s village again.
They were living freely in the thick jungle.
The concept of individual private property seems thin.
If there was no bed, they went to sleep in a friend’s tent, and no one refused to do so.
When I was hungry, I ate from someone who had a lot to eat, and he also happily gave me food.
It seemed that they shared the consciousness of sharing with each other when there is a law that all things do not exist and do not exist.
They gathered at a friend’s house with a large tent and played happily before falling asleep.
Firewood, meat, and alcohol were generously shared, and there was no modesty.
Even if they had been abducted from outside, once they were recognized as members of the tribe, they could go anywhere and come anywhere.
Overall, a lively and friendly atmosphere.
However, the skeletons of prisoners hanging over the thorn trees at the border of the village were conveying a completely different message.
Balak’s village is a land that is merciless to outsiders but infinitely friendly and free to insiders.
……However, there was a ‘dignified zone’ in the village where even insiders were not allowed to wander.
The place Bikir was heading to was one of the few such places.
A large tent in the center of town.
In front of this large tent that seemed to be able to accommodate up to 24 people, even the children who were playing in a good manner were not approaching.
The passing warriors would always bow their heads reverently towards the entrance to this tent.
Those who grilled the meat were careful not to blow smoke towards them, and those who trimmed the entrails of the game were careful not to let the smell of blood flow.
‘……Is it the chief’s house?’
Bikir guessed by looking at the size of the tent.
Iyen grabbed the leash around Bikir’s neck and went inside without hesitation.
“mother.”
Bikir could also see the person Iyen was looking for.
Inside the tent, there is a chair with a stuffed eagle on it, and a woman sitting cross-legged can be seen leaning against it.
A cold impression The scars that ran through the whole body.
She wore a cloak and trousers made of eagle feathers, and a long, large bow rested on the throne behind her back.
In particular, the large scar on one eye made the viewer feel intimidated.
Aquila, the matriarch who currently leads Balak.
Guided by Iyen’s hand, Vikir stood in front of her and quietly knelt down.
Bikir had already noticed that the nickname of the chieftain, who was exuding heavy momentum right in front of her eyes, was ‘Night Fox’.
A woman with a scar on the bridge of Hugo, the swordsman of the world.
Didn’t Adolf, the castle of magic, also lose to this woman and spend a while in the medical corps?
The reason Baskerville and Morgues couldn’t cross the border between the enemy and the Black Mountain was because of her existence.
After all, he was the one who single-handedly killed 16 graduate-level swordsmen, 10 4th class wizards, and 6 5th class wizards.
And without a single wound!
Also, it was highly likely that this woman had left the arrowhead marks on the side of Cerberus, the monster of the Red and Black Mountains.
‘What if it had been before the regression?’
If he had been able to demonstrate his strength in his prime, would he have been able to face this woman?
‘If you run away 0% even with 0% assassination in a head-to-head confrontation… I think it would have been about 20%.’
Of course, that 20% is the probability of survival.
Bikir weighed the fighting power of the woman in front of him and stopped.
Anyway, the opponent was a person on the level of Hugo or Adolph, because he was a top predator that was impossible to deal with at all.
Meanwhile, Aquila was staring down at Bikir in front of her.
“Daughter. Is this the Imperial male that you were talking about until your mouth was dry every time?”
“No, when did I say that much… Anyway, that’s right.”
“Hmm. You still look young? Than you. And it’s a face I’ve seen somewhere.”
Aquila narrowed her eyes and looked at Bikir.
Its gaze was like that of a top predator perched far above, scrutinizing its insignificant prey below.
Vikir had no choice but to keep his head down and avoid her gaze as best he could.
Fortunately, Aquila couldn’t find any trace of Hugo in Bikir.
Hugo has thick lines, a straight chin, and a manly appearance, but Bikir looks more like his mother’s side.
But apart from that, Aquila seemed to have quite accurately grasped Vikir’s physical condition.
“Yes. What are you going to use it for by picking up something that is no different from a dead man?”
“It’ll be useful if treated well. He’s the one who attacked Madame Eight Legs.”
“Hmm. Is that so? But running rampant without knowing my fountain is only holding back my ankles.”
Aquila continued.
“Well, it doesn’t matter whether the body is broken or not. As long as the seed is intact…” ”
Ah! Mother! That’s not it! This guy is going to be used as a slave!”
“What? But it’s not different from the purpose you’ve been consistently talking about…”
“Wow, that was the original purpose! Slave! I need a slave to assist hunting!”
Ayen hurriedly waved her hand to stop Aquila from speaking.
Aquila looked at her daughter with a strange expression, then nodded.
“……What is it? Whatever purpose you use the slave for, it is your freedom as the owner.”
As soon as he said that, Ayen bowed his head and pulled Vikir by the leash.
Soon after, when he came out of the tent, Iyen’s expression was quite different from before. “I’ll give you a mission from now on,”
Ayen looked down at
Bikir, who was one head shorter than himself, and continued with high-handedness
.
” It’s going to be quite difficult.”
……It must have been a fairly arduous mission.
