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"" The White Knot Festival "?

The day after Cecil and I got on Metecal.

We were walking around town, and we noticed a stone tablet on the grounds of an old shop.

It looks a lot older.

The moss is stuck on the surface, and the engraved letters are about to disappear.

"... 'The White Knot Festival' is a slave gang festival. to make sure we bond with each other...... Cecil, keep reading."

"Yes. Looks like there's a festival like that in a five-year cycle. The closest thing... is that?

"Hey, Cecil."

"Today, right?" White Knot Festival ""

Tilt her neck like a puppy, said Cecil, a slave girl.

"Uh, there was a festival like that."

When we returned to the Inn, we asked the Inn Mistress about the festival.

"'The White Knot Festival' is quite an old festival. It's about" God of the Covenant, "but I don't suppose anyone's doing it anymore."

"It's a slave festival, isn't it?

"... are you interested?

My mistress saw me as worthy. [M]

Then I looked at Cecil and shrugged my shoulders and sighed.

"We should have had a record. I knew a wizard whose ancestors lived by this town."

The mistress raised her hand and called the clerk.

"The Festival of Slavery".

I mean, your employer entertains people who work hard all the time.

"... is it like an employee trip?

"What's that?

"No, we're talking here."

We've traveled this far, and it's easy to understand when you think of it as an employee travel event.

"The White Knot Festival," a festival that turns on people who usually work for me.

In other words, employee travel as a welcome. You mean the one with the banquet?

... Actually, employee travel was quite appreciated.

I was on a part-time job, and the employees said, "It was fun! Wow, that was fun, believe me! Look at the pictures. Listen to me! 'Cause I was desperately complaining after the trip.

Strangely enough, though.

I'm sure that's how desperate you must have been to have fun.

"'The White Knot Festival' is an employee trip to reward slaves... then I guess we should do it"

I saw Cecil eating bread across the table.

Thin body. Wearing clothes of short length. Leather collar over shoulder.

I'm eating a little bit of hard bread and soaking it in soup.

Cecil is following me without complaining. [M]

But I didn't give it to Cecil as a tattoo.

... Ok, if you have a festival of slaves, then let's give back to Cecil.

Otherwise, I might become a black employer.

"If you like, can you tell me about that 'White Knot Festival'?

I asked my mistress.

The lady husband of the plentiful system, shaking her saggy jaw.

"Let's start with the contract."

"'Contract'?

"You make a pact against a slave that says," I won't use the binding force of the ring all day today. "Leave everything to the free will of the slaves. That's what you call it, isn't it?

One more thing. Stop the ritual if slaves don't like it. That's what matters. "

With that said, the mistress offered me a bunch of parchment that the clerk had brought.

"The details are written here. Well, you try."

Yeah, and the mistress snorted.

Then he looked at Cecil, looked at me again, and then he left.

Back in my room, I was reading the parchment I got.

It looks pretty old, and by the way, it's discolored.

That means something historic. In other words, it's likely to be real.

Even if that mistress thought appropriately, it would be nice to tease Cecil.

Four parchments.

Each has a ritual written to deepen the bond between husband and slave.

One day today, I just finished my 'contract' not to use the ring.

So, the first ritual,

"The First Rite

My husband wipes my slave's back to the bristle to clean it, thanking him for his usual work '

And in front of the door of the room, there is a handkerchief with other hot water.

I even have a cloth to wipe my body.

A distracted innkeeper just brought it to me.

Oh, I'll wipe Cecil's back clean with that.

Sure, I go to the hot springs on employee trips.

Or were the employees traveling to get their backs washed by the president or management? Or vice versa.

Hurdles are expensive. You can't even do that.

"You know, Cecil."

I sit back in bed and ask Cecil.

"Yes, Nagi."

Cecil is still sitting on the floor, staring up at me.

"I want Cecil."

"Yes, Nagi. Thank you."

"But I don't want to do anything Cecil doesn't like"

"Of course, I know"

"So I'm going to make the first and fourth rituals go away"

"Okay. If Nagi says so."

Shiru

Cecil turned her back on me and lowered her clothes around her waist.

A brown, shabby back appeared.

Smooth, smooth skin.

Cecil says she doesn't like the color of her skin.

I don't think there's anything I hate about it, it's beautiful.

Cecil turned her hand around her shoulder, splitting her long hair left and right and flushing it forward.

A collar hardware wrapped around his thin neck, chan, rang.

Cecil pressed her chest with her hand, so her shoulder blades appeared.

There is no waste of meat on it.

I think we should have some more meat on it. Beautiful, though.

What surprised me about coming to the other world is that there really is such a beautiful girl, alive and moving.

Cecil's in front of me, adjusting her body so I can easily touch her back. Raise, put back, and shift clothes that have slipped so far that you can almost see your buttocks. Gripping, closing and opening tiny toes.

My head gets confused by the sight in front of me. Only the same words come out.

Did you freeze or short this brain miso?

"... please, Nagi"

Cecil looks back over her shoulder as she holds onto her silver hair.

Cecil's such a little body, she's always been there for me.

All right, let's do everything we can to screw Cecil today.

"............... wait, calm down, yourself"

What are you trying to do now? How did you get out of bed?

Take it easy, take it easy. Calm down.

"... you know, Cecil"

"Yes, Nagi."

"You said you wouldn't have a ritual to wipe your back, did you?

"Yes, I wanted to."

"Then why are you dressed like that?

"I didn't know why Nagi would hesitate."

"Even Cecil is resistant. Have one of the men wipe his body, I can't believe it."

"If you're Nagi, fine."

That's what I say again.

"Nagi always says my skin is beautiful, right?

"Yeah. Because it's beautiful"

"But I don't like my skin. Because of this skin I know the Demon Nation ─ Dark Elves, everyone hates me as evil. Even Nagi may be seen with white eyes because of his presence with me."

Saying, Cecil stroked her own arm.

"Still, if you wash this skin with Nagi, I feel like I can like it. Because you can't hate what my precious one has cleansed me of."

... you shouldn't run away. This is it.

"Cecil's skin is beautiful. But I don't like to touch it, 'I can't say.

Let's get ready.

I'm Cecil's husband.

"Okay. But if you don't like it, say it right."

I'll put my hands in the bucket and check the temperature of the hot water.

All right, proper temperature.

I hit the cloth in hot water and hit Cecil on the back.

"------Hi-ha."

"Was it hot?

"Well, it's good to see you... go on"

"Yeah."

Quickly. Let's be polite.

I put a cloth on Cecil's neck. [M]

Sweaty Cecil's skin shivered, tingling.

I go from top to bottom. I glance at Cecil's back.

Along the spine, like making sure it's in place.

………………

"Clean" as a ritual, right?

You just have to wipe your whole back, right?

From right, to left.

I wipe my shoulder blades slowly. [M]

"... Cecil, aren't you ticklish?

".....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Cecil, you're not moving at all.

Am I too conscious? That's right.

In the original world of employee travel, (probably) that's what we do normally.

"... Nagi, I don't know why you hesitate. It doesn't matter at all. It just feels normal. It doesn't matter every day."

Oh well.

My spirit doesn't keep me every day, but occasionally.

Cecil is flat.

Except you're holding your mouth with both hands and you're breathing faster, as usual.

"I'll be done in a little while, you mind if I keep going?

"... at all... what do you mean..."

Well, let's keep going.

This is a ceremony to entertain Cecil, so if he wants to, he has to go on.

... By the way, are strawberries included in your back?

Well, no, let's wipe it for once.

".................................... Huh!?"

Sieve, sieve, sieve.

Here. I'm nervous over here, too, so don't move too much, Cecil.

Pecha.

I hit Cecil's elbow and the cloth I had fell off.

I lifted my hand, and I kept Cecil's stomach, and...

Sieve sieve sieve!

I thought Cecil's body was trembling with great momentum.

"..........................................................................................."

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Cecil fell to the front as it was.

"Cecil?"

"No, I'm not at all."

"Did the Demons have a place where others shouldn't have touched them?

"No, this is a very normal reaction as a girl"

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Boom, boom, boom.

Cecil nodded desperately, then shook her head sideways.

I don't know what it is.

"For once, I wiped all my back, so that's it."

"I'd be in trouble if this wasn't okay"

"But I wasn't very good, so I'd better do it with some more in mind."

"Nagi"

"Oh, my God, Cecil"

"Don't you think Nagi has infinite reason for me?

Why are you looking at me in tears?

I left the room quietly. [M]

Not at all.

"Don't get me wrong that reason is infinite"... this is our line.

As I waited in the hallway for Cecil to get herself ready, the innkeeper's mistress passed through.

She was standing outside the door. She looked at me and laughed with her chin slackened satisfied.

"The Second Rite

Slaves and husbands share the same thing from hand to hand '

Yeah. I can see this.

In short, is it like having an auction at a banquet?

That's why me and Cecil went out of town.

The main street is lined with stalls. It's just a commercial city, and there's a lot of people.

I chose the stall where the most people were lined up.

I don't know what tastes good. Let's trust the locals here.

"Thank you for waiting, Cecil."

We sat down to implant the corner of the street.

What I was selling in the street was food called "Kerpana".

Wrap the chopped meat in dough and sauce from the top.

An unsweetened crepe or a soft spring roll.

"You're gonna eat the same thing, aren't you?

"Yes, from hand to hand"

"From the hand?"

"It's very painful to ask for this with a slave."

Cecil stood up and bowed deeply to me.

"However, I would like to respond to Nagi's will to please me."

That's what Cecil knelt in front of me.

I closed my eyes and opened my little mouth.

Waiting to be fed by a parent bird, like a chick.

... I have to feed Cecil this Kerpana with my own hands.

That's a lot of difficulty. The White Knot Festival.

The boulevard is full of people. Everyone's focused on shopping, and I haven't seen anything about us.

Good.

Let a girl like Cecil kneel in front of you and open her mouth - if it was my world, it would be a job question and then secured level.

"Well, I'll go, Cecil"

I pinch the little cherpana and take it to Cecil's mouth.

"What are you doing here?

I heard a voice.

Looking back, a man in a hood stood behind us.

"An example adventurer and an evil dark elf? What are you doing here?

"... from the Iturna denomination?

It looked familiar.

In the streets, he followed me and Cecil to Chief Rita.

You should have been paralyzed by Leviathan's attack, but you were recovering and coming to Metecal.

"Are you still walking around with Dark Elf slaves, etc."

"Extra help."

"Tell you what, don't just trust the Demons and the Dark Elves."

Like covering the area, the man looks over at me.

"Demons and dark elves quickly betray each other. At first glance, even if you seem to be under oath of allegiance, its heart is incompatible with people"

"A normal human being."

I'm a visitor from another world, and I don't fall into that category.

"Cecil is helping me. I don't know what's going on with you, but I believe in Cecil."

"That's sweet. These guys are staring down at humans!

Don't point at me. Don't shout out any more, because it stands out.

"The legacy of a demonic demi-human who treated humans as dirty and soiled potatoes remains in the Iturna."

"Heh."

"Heh, not! These guys should always be tied up with the power of the ring!

... I wonder if you could go somewhere soon.

Otherwise, because Cecil stays in the sitting pose the whole time.

Yet the man of the Iturna congregation keeps talking to me.

"You don't understand. Dark Elves think of humans as dirty. Never swear allegiance from the bottom of your heart. This girl doesn't even like to touch you."

Chiu

It was sudden.

Cecil, who was kneeling, touched the Kerpana, a different world crepe I had.

Stretch your neck, look at me.

with cherry blossom lips.

Followed by the second part.