chapter 35

“Why are you surprised?”

Theon was surprised by Ouka’s shout.

“Ouka has no memories of herself. She doesn’t even know how she became a slave.”

“…..Yeah.”

Theon’s eyes become gentle. Or rather, they are slightly moistened.

As it is, she kneels down in front of Ouka and gently strokes her head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know that. I’m sorry it’s been so hard for you. You’ve been enslaved, tossed and abused by this rootless bastard, and as soon as the …… time comes, I’ll repurchase you and hire you as a maid.”

“Well, um.”

“Hey, don’t say some random things.”

“If you look closely, she’s not a pretty girl. Even her eyes aren’t blue, and it was just a rumor that she was involved with the evil eyes.”

Ignoring my statement, Theon strokes Ouka’s head.

Naked youkai fox and female slave trader. The picture is terrible.

Ouka sneezed. She’s been sitting naked the whole time. There are no windows in here, and it’s probably cold.

“Hey! You’re not going to let me put some clothes on Ouka-chan?”

“You didn’t give me that leeway!”

It’s annoying that Theon pointed this out to me, but the fact is, there are all sorts of problems with being naked.

At any rate, I opened the item box to put something on—

“Oh, I melted my clothes yesterday.”

“Pervert!!”

Theon’s kick crashed into my stomach. It doesn’t hurt, though, because it’s not that powerful.

“It’s not much of a problem. Give me a minute.”

With that, she leaves the room.

But before exiting, she looks at me.

” You need to take a bath.”

She just left it at that.

The bathroom is only on the first floor, and our room is upstairs.

So I put my sticky jacket on Ouka and headed to the bathroom to avoid being seen by others. Thankfully, not many adventurers were staying at the inn, as it was located a short distance from the center of town, and since it was past noon, there were hardly any people here.

The only host I encountered took one look at Ouka’s condition and said, “Yes, yes, yes,” and left. It should have been explained to him that she was a general contract slave……

Clothes are washed with water magic. Wind magic dries them out. Magic is wonderful.

I sit Ouka down and pour water over her head.

“It’s nice and warm, it feels good.”

“Don’t talk when you’re covered in water.”

I feel like I’m taking care of a child.

I used the detergent of this world to rustle her head and tail. I made her wash her body by herself.

“I’ll wash up next!”

I feel that Ouka’s innocence contributes to her childishness.

“Don’t you care about ……?”

“What is it?’

“We’re talking about a hostile race.”

I ask Ouka as she washes her head.

“If it’s hard for you to hear that your species is hated by everyone with no memory of itself……you can say it’s hard.”

But Ouka’s answer was–