I Have Been Called The Idiot Son Behind My Back. But I Remembered Memories, And I Can Use The Abilities I Had In My Past Life. So I Will Make Use of Major Online Stores Like Am**on And Aim for a Slow Life for Now - 56

◆ Asha’s Side

“Asha, what should we do? Are we accepting death as it is, or are we struggling until the end… I’ll let you choose that much.”

“You’re… you’re kidding meeeeeee!! You’ve been saying things I don’t understand since earlier!! And what’s this ‘Mamazon,’ ‘Mamazon’ thing supposed to mean, huhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

In the end, Slave Trode, the leader of the human trafficking underground organization, like Brett, turned out to be nothing special. So, I decided it would be more meaningful to have mock battles or receive guidance and admonishment from Mrs. Mariel and Mrs. Sue, or even the master, rather than deal with this guy any longer. I thought I should just kill him and be done with it, whether I let him accept death without doing anything or struggle until the end.

Usually, scumbags like Slave, who live by destroying other people’s lives and savoring the sweet nectar gained from it, end up being killed like worn-out rags. But am I really kind enough to choose his dying moments for someone like him?

And it seems Slave has decided not to give up and struggle until the end.

“Mamazon? There’s no way I would know about something like that. Oh, but next time, I might ask the master about it since I’m curious too.”

“You don’t know… what… huff…”

Slave seemed to have judged that there was no time to use Rank Three or higher skills, so he took out a knife from his pocket and tried to stab me while shouting, “What is ‘Mamazon’?”

If lower than Rank Three attacks were nullified, it would have been better to switch to physical attacks, but why did he think that I, who was prepared to counter magical attacks, was not prepared for physical attacks?

Since I also use the Auto Skill that nullifies attacks not infused with magical power, Slave’s attack was repelled, and because he held the knife with both hands, both the knife and his hands were repelled straight up, leaving his chest open. I took out the Japanese sword, Shirogiku, from the storage, and slashed Slave’s belly sideways.

He had asked about “Mamazon” when he attacked me, but why would I know about it? Nevertheless, now that I think about it, there are many things I would like to ask, so I will confirm it with the master later.

After confirming that Slave had died, I peeked into his memory and then headed to the storage to retrieve the kidnapped people. There, as Slave’s memory indicated, women with slave marks tattooed on them were locked in cages, waiting to be shipped out.

“Tattooing slave marks with tattoos… that’s awful.”