A Villainous Slave Trader Who Has Nothing but Destruction Flags Doesn’t Want to Die, so He Trains in Healing Magic

Episode 2- Let's sell flattery to šlaves!

Translated by: Niladri


For the time being, I grasped the basics of healing magic.

If it's just a minor abrasion or bleeding, it can be cured somehow.

However, it is certain that in the future I will face the terrible fate of being a defective šlave.

So, at the very least, I'd like to be able to regenerate my arms.

But from now on, it's starting to be a bit impossible for me to study on my own.

Therefore, I decided to rely on šlaves.

There are a vast number of various types of šlaves in my house.

Among them, I visited a šlave who was good at healing magic.

「Hey, you」

「What is it, young master...」

The šlave looked at me with a haggard face.

This... it looks like they haven't even been given food.

As per the policy of Schmarken family, the treatment of šlaves was extremely strict.

However, I was going to ask them to teach me something. Šlaves should also be treated with the minimum courtesy.

I took out bread from my pocket.

If things went well, I'll bring some soup or something for them later.

「I'll give you this bread, so could you teach me healing magic...?」

「I- uh young master wants to see healing magic from me...? I don’t mind, but… Wouldn't it be better to have a šlave do that...?」

「No, I'm just curious. I am certain that I want to learn it myself.」

「Oh, I understand! If that's the case, let's take it easy.」

The šlave was an elderly woman. She looked happy when she received the bread from me.

Come to think of it, everyone in this game was like that--everyone leaves things that are troublesome or hard to remember to their šlaves. Erd should have been that kind of person without exception.

But that wasn’t right. If one relied only on šlaves, they won't be able to move on your own in an emergency. No matter what, I had to learn healing magic by myself.

「Okay, let's start with this... let's re-grow arms on a frog.」

「Oh, I see.」

I learned how to apply healing magic from a šlave.

It's different to be able to learn directly from people.

People in this world don't try to learn from šlaves. Because of that, the šlave revolted and such a crisis happened...

Oops, I lost my focus.

Anyway, it's good to learn everything on your own.

You can only stay lazy as long as your šlaves are on your side--.

Okay, I think this is enough for today. I'll come back tomorrow.

「Yes, young master.」

From then on, I started going to the šlave with bread almost every day.

In just a few weeks, I was able to grow frog arms.

「Thank you Melda. Thanks to you, my healing magic has improved so much.」

「No... I'm a šlave. To say thank you to a šlave...」

「Even if you're a šlave, a thank you is a thank you. When someone does something for you, you thank them. Isn't that obvious? 」

「Young Master…Young Master is a wonderful person. You're still young. I'm sure you'll make a great head of house.」

「Stop it. I'm just studying healing magic for my own purposes. Don't think too much.」

In fact, I didn't feel any pity or sympathy for the šlave.

This may be due to Erd’s original personality. Or was it that I myself am such a person?

It’s just, I was providing adequate amount of bread in exchange for being taught healing magic.

It doesn't matter to me if this person is happy or if their life span is extended by a few days.

「There's an injured person! There's an injured person, a-a-a-ah!!!」

「One day, a šlave gathered everyone while hollering that.」

I went too, and there was a man who had cut his arm and was bleeding.

Apparently the man worked so hard that he got dizzy and cut his arm while working.

Due to the commotion, his father also rushed to the scene.

「Hmph, I wonder what’s going on... Where is the injured person? Isn't this just a stupid šlave who cut off his arm? A šlave is not a person. So a wounded or sick šlave is worthless. Hurry up and kill him!There are so many ways to do this! Hahahaha!」

[T/N: Omg]

As always, I think he's a terrible father. But I pretended not to know.

It doesn't matter where he is or what this father of mine does. And even if this guy dies in the future, I have no intention of helping him. I'm fine with it as long as I'm safe.

I'm not as bad a person as the original Erd, but I'm by no means a kind hearted or a virtuous person. Especially right now, knocking down my death flag is all I can wrap my head around.


Right then

「Please move away. Father, if you don't want this šlave, can I do as I like with it?」

「What? Erd wants it? Well, that's fine. Whether it's grilled or boiled, do as you like.」

I decided to use healing magic on the šlave who cut off his arm.

I've succeeded in growing frog arms, but I've never grown human arms before. It's a good chance to try it. If it failed here, there's nothing I can do.

As my father said earlier, šlaves who have lost their arms are to be disposed of immediately in our house.

That's why opportunities like this were rare.

I use healing magic to inject magic power into his arms.

「W-wow...Amazing! My arm grew back...!」

「Hoh... When did you do learn such a trick... I was surprised even though you're my son, Erd.」

My father also praised me. This might mean an increase in pocket money.

The šlave's arms grew in a blink of an eye and recovered enough to continue working.

「Hmph, well. If you can work, work until you die. I'm busy. I'm leaving.」

After my father left, the šlave from earlier ran up to me and said.

「Young master! Thank you very much...! How can I express my gratitude...」

「No, it’s unnecessary for me. I wanted to cure it, so I cured it.」

「Thanks to you, I didn't get disposed of...! Thank you...!」

It's kind of strange to be thanked by a šlave.  Even though I benefitted from it as well.

But with this, I’ve already sold my flattery to the šlaves. When the time comes, I will probably not be killed by a šlave anymore right?

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