Episode 53 Slave of the Savage Tribe (2)
Iyen, Balak’s warrior and chieftain’s daughter.
She said to Bikir in front of her.
“Get down.”
Are you trying to make the relationship clear?
But it didn’t sound like he had any specific intentions.
because.
Peit-
It was because Bikir also felt a presence flying toward the back.
at the same time.
… Pod!
Ayen pulled the dog leash from Vikir’s neck.
As Bikir bent down, a thin arrow grazed his back and crashed into the ground.
Iyen shouted.
“These guys! Can’t you go somewhere else to practice!?”
Then I heard a rustling sound from beyond the bush and I saw a group of children saying “Come” and running away.
All of them had bows and arrows in their hands.
“… … .”
Vikir raised her head again and looked at Iyen in front of her.
A girl who shakes off the water in front of her eyes.
That’s right, the girl he rescued from the slave auction before.
Ayen said to Bikir.
“Are we spherical?”
poor imperial language. Bikir judged that his Balak language skills were better than Ayen’s imperial language skills, and opened his mouth.
“… … I see you again.”
Hearing Balak’s language coming out of Bikir’s mouth, Iyen opened his eyes wide.
“Do you speak Balak’s language?”
“any.”
She walked in front of Bikir with curious eyes.
Only a few short buckskins were wrapped around her body, but she showed no shame whatsoever.
Ayen came up to Vikir and said.
“At that time, I was grateful. We repay favor twice, and revenge tenfold.”
“… … .”
“You saved me once, so I saved you twice.”
“… … .”
“I never thought I would try to fight ‘her’. I ran away and came back just in case.”
Certainly, if Iyen’s noose hadn’t caught on her neck in time and pulled, Bikir would have been killed by the ‘Madam Eight Legs’, a monster in the darkness.
… … Then what about the other one?
As Bikir looked at him as if asking for an explanation, the corners of Iyen’s eyes drew arcs like those of a fox.
“Didn’t I see you on the way?”
She pointed to a plume of acrid smoke rising from the village beyond the bushes.
Bikir recalled the captives he had met along the way.
Perhaps you too have had a similar fate.
The person who stopped it seemed to be Iyen in front of him.
If so, a more fundamental question must be asked.
“What is the reason for keeping me alive?”
Just to repay the favor? If so, there is no reason to throw a noose around his neck in the first place.
And Iyen wasn’t the only one who wanted to put a noose around Bikir’s neck.
All of Balak’s female warriors who came that day were all aiming for Bikir’s head.
Iyan subtly asked the question in a straight-forward way.
“Is this husband hunting or something?”
“Oh, I must have heard it somewhere.”
Not just Balak, but most savage tribes living in the jungle kidnap their spouses from outside the tribe.
It is to avoid incest and bring fresh blood from the outside.
Of course, since Balak is a warrior tribe, how strong the body of the abducted target is a big reference point.
Ayen circled around Vikir.
Just like an appraiser appraises a product.
In the meantime, Bikir had a lot of worries.
What if they spread the news of their survival to the Baskervilles? And what if there were hostage negotiations?
If so, future plans will be disrupted.
The plan to build strength by hiding away from Hugo’s surveillance network is going to fail.
In order to stop it, you have to escape this place or annihilate all of them… … That was impossible with Bikir’s current physical condition.
But Bikir was worried for nothing.
It was because it didn’t seem like they had any intention of interfering with Vikir.
Ayen looked at Bikir and said.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m different from other girls I don’t need a husband.”
“… … .”
“You were captured to be used as a slave.”
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If so, was it necessary to throw the noose so desperately? I had a question, but I didn’t bother to say it.
As Bikir stayed still, Iyen waved the dog collar in his hand and said.
“Anyway, with that body, you can’t even play the role of a man. You’d better get used to life as a slave.”
Originally, Balak’s women only looked at males captured from outside for breeding purposes.
If the man didn’t fulfill his role as a male, he would usually kill him, but fortunately (?) Iyen didn’t seem to do that.
Ayen threw her clothes on the water to Vikir.
As Bikir accepts it, the dog collar is pulled tight.
Iyan was leading the way towards the village.
“You must live in front of my house from now on and wait on me.”
His body screamed every time he took a step, but Bikir kept his mouth shut nonetheless.
What can I do? Fortunately, thanks to Murcielago’s strength, his body is recovering quickly.
Iyen briefly gave the first order to Bikir.
“First of all, let’s organize the names.”
Ayen, who was walking ahead, stopped before entering the village entrance and looked back at Bikir.
Then he looked down and narrowed his eyes.
“Call me master.”
* * *
Bikir came down to Balak’s village again.
They were living freely in the thick jungle.
The concept of individual private property seems thin.
If there was no bed, they went to sleep in a friend’s tent, and no one refused to do so.
When I was hungry, I ate from someone who had a lot to eat, and he also happily gave me food.
As a rule, everything exists and does not exist, so it seemed to share the consciousness that we should share with each other when there is.
They gathered at a friend’s house with a large tent and played happily before falling asleep.
Firewood, meat, and alcohol were generously shared, and there was no modesty.
Even if they had been abducted from outside, once they were recognized as members of the tribe, they could go anywhere and come anywhere.
Overall, a lively and friendly atmosphere.
However, the skeletons of prisoners hanging over the thorn trees on the border of the village were conveying a completely different message.
A land that is merciless to outsiders but infinitely friendly and free to insiders is Balak’s village.
… … However, within the village, there was a ‘dignified zone’ that even insiders could not wander around.
The place Bikir was heading to was one of the few such places.
A large tent in the center of town.
In front of this large tent that seemed to be able to accommodate up to 24 people, even the children who were playing in a good manner were not approaching.
The passing warriors would always bow their heads reverently towards the entrance to this tent.
Those who grilled the meat were careful not to blow smoke towards them, and those who trimmed the intestines of the game were careful not to let the smell of blood flow.
‘… … Is it the chief’s house?’
Bikir guessed by looking at the size of the tent.
Iyen grabbed the leash around Bikir’s neck and went inside without hesitation.
“mother.”
Bikir could also see the person Iyen was looking for.
Inside the tent, there is a chair with a stuffed eagle on it, and a woman sitting cross-legged can be seen leaning against it.
A cold impression, scars running through the whole body.
She wore a cloak and trousers made of eagle feathers, and a long, large bow rested on the throne behind her back.
In particular, the large scar on one eye made the viewer feel intimidated.
Aquila, the matriarch who currently leads Balak.
Guided by Iyen’s hand, Vikir stood in front of her and quietly knelt down.
Bikir had already noticed that the nickname of the female chieftain, who was exuding heavy momentum right in front of her eyes, was ‘Night Fox’.
A woman with a scar on the bridge of Hugo, the swordsman of the world.
Didn’t Adolf, the castle of magic, also lose to this woman and spend a while in the medical corps?
The reason Baskerville and Morgues couldn’t cross the border between the enemy and the Black Mountain was because of her existence.
After all, he was the one who single-handedly killed 16 graduate-level swordsmen, 10 4th class wizards, and 6 5th class wizards each.
And without a single wound!
Also, it was highly likely that this woman had left the arrowhead mark on the side of Cerberus, the monster of the Red and Black Mountains.
‘What if it had been before the regression?’
If he had been able to demonstrate his strength in his prime, would he have been able to face this woman?
‘0% in a head-to-head confrontation, 0% in an assassination, if you run away… … I think it was about 20%.’
Of course, that 20% is the probability of survival.
Bikir weighed the fighting power of the woman in front of him and stopped.
After all, the opponent was a person on the level of Hugo or Adolph, an upper predator that was impossible to deal with at all.
Meanwhile, Aquila was staring down at Bikir in front of her.
“Daughter. Is this the imperial male that you were talking about until your mouth was dry every time?”
“No, when did I say that much…? … That’s right anyway.”
“hmm. Do you still look young? more than you And it’s like a face I’ve seen somewhere.”
Aquila narrowed her eyes and looked at Bikir.
Its gaze was like that of a high-ranking predator scrutinizing its insignificant prey below.
Vikir had no choice but to keep his head down and avoid her gaze as best he could.
Fortunately, Aquila couldn’t find any trace of Hugo in Bikir.
Hugo has thick lines, a straight chin, and a manly appearance, but Bikir looks more like his mother’s side.
But apart from that, Aquila seemed to have quite accurately grasped Vikir’s physical condition.
“okay. What are you going to use it for by picking up something that is no different from an obsolete person?”
“If you treat it well, it will be useful. Because he’s the one who attacked Madame Eight Legs.”
“Hmm. is it? But running rampant without knowing my fountain is only holding back my ankles.”
Aquila continued.
“but. It doesn’t matter if your body is broken or not. As long as the seeds are intact… … .”
“oh! mother! Not that! This guy is going to be used as a slave!”
“what? But it’s not different from the purpose you’ve been consistently talking about… … .”
“Wow, that was the original purpose! slave! I need a slave to assist hunting!”
Ayen hurriedly waved her hand to stop Aquila from speaking.
Aquila looked at her daughter with a strange expression, then nodded.
“… … well, yes Whatever you use the slave for, it is your freedom as the master.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ayen bowed his head and pulled Bikir by the leash.
Eventually, Iyen’s expression after coming out of the tent was quite stiff, unlike before.
There is no place to go to the embarrassed look in front of mom earlier.
“From now on, I will give you a mission.”
Iyen looked down at Bikir, who was one head shorter than himself, and continued with a high-handed voice.
“It’s going to be pretty tough.”
… … It seems to be a fairly arduous task.
