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The torchlight of the slave trader’s tent flickered against the rusted bars. Naofumi stood there, not as a hero, but as a wounded animal learning the rules of a new, uglier jungle.

“I’ll take her,” Naofumi said, his voice flat. He felt the seal burn onto his palm—the Slave Crest. It was a disgusting magic, a leash of pain. But as he led the trembling girl out of the tent, he realized the truth: She was his sword. And he was her shield. Not out of love. Out of necessity. -Az-Animex- Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari - 02 -B...

That man died in the throne room.

“She’s weak,” the merchant said, nudging the raccoon-eared girl with a boot. “But cheap.” The torchlight of the slave trader’s tent flickered

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