When I Was Reincarnated, I Got the Skills [Slave Command] and [Recovery], so I Created a Secret Society for Slaves Just for Fun - Chapter 10 - First Slave

Chapter 10 – First Slave

“Ye-yes. there is one survivor, but… I’m afraid it’s not something we can offer for sale. I sincerely apologize, but——”

“It’s okay. If necessary, we can establish a magical contract that ensures any potential issues are our responsibility. We won’t cause harm, and we won’t spread any rumors. I’m even willing to offer a price higher than the market value.”

“W-Wait a moment, please. Selling that individual would be a catastrophic risk for our company. It could jeopardize everything we’ve built. Let me contact the owner and confirm.”

Oaks was caught between my father, who is a Duke, and the ideals of the company he works for. He thought he could not make a decision on his own, so he contacted the owner and asked for advice, leaving the room with Sarah.

“Lawrence.”

“What’s the matter, Father?”

“Just a hypothetical question. If your skill [Recovery]  levels up, does that mean it could progress from maintaining the current state to complete recovery? Can it even regenerate missing body parts?”

“Yes, that’s correct. However, it would take quite a long time for [Recovery] to regenerate missing body parts.”

“I see… For the time being, if Lawrence’s story is true, this would be classified as top-secret within the family and even considered of the utmost importance.”

Personally, I feel like it’s better to spread this information, but when it comes to information that could overturn the foundations of this world, it’s probably better not to reveal it publicly.

“We’re sorry to have kept you waiting so long. After talking with the owner, we agreed to the contract you presented earlier, allowing us to sell the slave on the condition that no matter what happens, it would not be made public. Please sign this document.”

It seemed that the owner had granted permission to sell the survivor under the conditions discussed earlier. My father finished reading the documents, infused the pen with magic, signed them, and Oaks carefully put them away.

“Then, please follow me, I will guide you.”

And then, guided by Oaks, we entered a room.

There, lying on the bed, was a severely weakened Dragonoid woman, to the point where it was uncertain whether she was alive or not.

“As you can see. She had her magic organs removed by Fruda, the former head of the Mage Association. Her situation is such that she could die tomorrow. I apologize for repeating, but are you still truly okay with this?”

“I don’t mind. I’ll buy her at the asking price.”

Oaks confirmed one last time, asking if my father still wanted to buy the current state of the slave, and my father conveyed that his decision hadn’t changed.

And so, on that day, I acquired my first slave.