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 - 142

**Chapter 142: It Must Be Just Your Imagination**

Mariel responds cutely with a slight tilt of her head and an upward glance, but depending on how one interprets it, her response could be seen as “If you don’t give me high-quality oil, I can’t see you as the owner.” But it must be just my imagination, right?

“Is something wrong…?”

“No, nothing… I just thought it would be nice if it was just my imagination.”

“…? I see. I don’t really understand, but it must be just your imagination.”

“Yeah. I want to believe that too.”

As I think about this, I gaze out the window at the blue sky.

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**Slave’s Side**

I was once a noble from a neighboring country.

My former family was an elite family skilled in magic, but among the five siblings, I was the only one without magical talent. The only magic I could handle was the lifestyle magic [Torch] and Fire Magic Rank I [Ember].

My parents, brothers, sisters, and even the younger siblings all scolded and berated me. It was still better than the worst times when, due to the belief that having magic was pointless, I wasn’t even allowed to have a magic wand and was used as a target for magical practice.

Even so, I thought that as I was born to noble parents, there must be some significance in being a pawn in political marriages, so I wouldn’t be discarded or killed. But that belief turned out to be completely wrong.

One day, my parents suggested, “Let’s go on a family trip to the Empire,” and we went on a trip to the Empire.

I had been there once before, when I was still young and loved and expected as much as my other siblings.

Perhaps my parents scolded me because they were trying to be strict for my sake, and in reality, they loved and expected me just like the other siblings. Maybe that’s why they took me on the trip. I hoped for such an improbable scenario at that time.

However, reality was far from such a kind world. I was abandoned in the Empire and forsaken by my family.

Having no knowledge of how to earn money or survive, I could only curl up and vaguely thought I would die like that. I was beginning to accept death back then.

If I had been able to strongly wish not to die at any cost, perhaps I could have chosen to survive by selling my body like the occasional street prostitutes I saw.