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By the way, I thought it would be sufficient to maintain appearances in the current situation where I’m likely to be removed from the position of the heir if Prevot doesn’t keep bothering me. I didn’t do anything. However, the level of stupidity required to come up with and execute such a lax strategy is truly different.

Instead of reflecting, he continues to bother me as usual, and rather than lessening, he’s even more persistent. So, I intend to settle the score with him properly sometime soon.

Just thinking about what kind of punishment to impose is enjoyable in itself, which means I can easily brush off Prevot’s nuisance with a good mood.

I’d even go as far as to say I want him to come at me more aggressively.

Ah, I can’t wait for that day.

Thinking such things, I walk through the center of Lorraine with Mr. Schwarz, who is Olivia’s father, and we head to the slave market.

The reason for that is simple: besides Mariel, I wanted other personnel who could be my arms and legs.

Although I have other AI-equipped robots, they alone can’t reach the places that itch, so I plan to raise slaves whom I don’t have to worry about leaking secrets, to be my arms and legs.

Moreover, there are things that only living beings can do, which efficiency-focused AIs cannot.

Also, many of the robots, other than Mariel, aren’t even humanoid, which is one of the reasons I’m buying slaves this time.

“Welcome, Lord Lorraine. What are your plans for today?”

“I would like to sell slaves to Kaiser here. As high-quality as possible—”

“That won’t be necessary. By the way, do you have any defective slaves? If you do, I’d like to see them.”

Mr. Schwarz starts talking to the owner of the slave market, recommending high-quality slaves to me, so I interrupt to confirm if there are any defective slaves available.

“… Is that acceptable?”

“I don’t mind.”

“Very well… then please follow me.”

Then, after confirming with me, the owner of the slave market leads us to a room underground.

There lies a woman, missing both arms and her right leg, with one eye, and a large scar diagonally across her face. She has fiery red hair and looks toward me with vacant eyes as she lies on the bed.

“The only defective slave we have for sale at the moment is this former female adventurer, a Dragonoid… Her name is Asha, known as the Blazing Asha, who reached rank A as a solo adventurer. This might ring a bell for you…”

“Oh, so this is the famous Blazing Asha, who became renowned as a dragon slayer… It’s my first time seeing her in person…”

“You know her?”

“Yes, of course, Lord Kaiser! The Blazing Asha is famous for slaying dragons!”