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When it comes to enslavement, the typical method involves contractual magic conducted by me and the master on paper. However, these guys have their own way with the women—they imbue ink with magic and directly carve indelible slave marks onto their bodies.

This method is cheaper, leaves no evidence unlike paperwork, and doesn’t require consideration for the one being marked, making it the most despicable approach.

That’s why they must have operated human trafficking under the guise of legitimate slave traders.

To put it mildly, they’re scum. I think it was good to dismantle such an organization. The slaves have likely lived lives where death might seem preferable.

What’s more, among the captured women, there are even young girls who haven’t reached adulthood.

I regret killing scum like them without causing them pain, and I regret even more killing them with a single blow.

Even though I think people who beg for a quick death after torture should be killed, the dead don’t come back to life, so for now, let’s be glad that there won’t be more victims because of these slaves.

As I ponder these thoughts while looking at the women, I notice they are all staring at me with anxious expressions.

“Still, it’s quite a number of people… The diversity in race suggests they weren’t just from this town but likely abducted from other towns, villages, and even other countries, gathered here once. It’s good we’ve taken down the head of the organization, but it’s going to be quite difficult to eliminate the scattered lower ranks… I thought I could just crush the head of such things, but it’s not that simple.”

“Um, um…”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“What will happen to us from now on?”

Then, one of the girls approaches me and asks about our future.

“Well, as it stands, even if I were to return you to the surface world, as long as you have those slave marks on your bodies, you’ll have to hide them and live in fear of being exposed and enslaved again. If you consented to becoming a slave, it might be somewhat better, but there’s a possibility the other party could change, and without consent, there’s a high chance of being forcefully enslaved. In the end, it seems like things won’t change much from how they are now.”

“Is there… is there no other way?”

“I’ll try asking my master about your situation. Despite appearances, I’m a slave too, but my master is quite a respectable person. I can assure you he wouldn’t engage in inhumane acts just because someone is a slave.”