The Freed S*aves Became Obsessed

Chapter 116

Ferka was a practical realist.

She didn’t believe in gods, nor did she think there was a heaven or hell, and she didn’t believe in an afterlife. To her, the reality unfolding in front of her eyes was more important than anything else.

If there was anything she might believe in, it would be the “spirit of weapons,” a phrase dwarves often said as a habit.

She’d heard it so often from her father and acquaintances that it had worn down her ears, though she only believed in it on a “maybe it exists” level.

But right now, Ferka was seriously reconsidering reincarnation.

‘Did I commit some terrible crime in my past life?’

Otherwise, it didn’t make sense.

She’d met Karami for the first time only recently.

She hadn’t been all that interested in the world’s affairs, so she’d only learned about the so-called “Slave Reaper” through the guards’ conversation a few days ago.

And judging by the guards’ reactions whenever they mentioned the Slave Reaper, along with their attitude when they handed her over to Karami, she could tell just how terrifying a person he was.

Out of all the slaves, out of so many others, Karami had chosen her.

It wasn’t strange for Ferka to question if this was punishment for her past life’s sins.

Maybe she had been a horrendous serial killer. Or perhaps a dream demon who preyed on men.

She might have consumed so many men in her past life that, as punishment, a man’s soul had clung to her own in this life. That’s why she, a female Ferka, was constantly mistaken for a boy!

‘What’s going to happen to me now?’

The rumors said that the Slave Reaper rescued female slaves only to torment and eventually kill them. So did that mean her fate would be the same...?

"I’ll leave the clothes outside. Take your time and wash up."

"Oh, yes, sir!"

At the sound from outside the bathroom, Ferka responded quickly.

Right now, Ferka was soaking in a bathtub.

After working in the mine and sweating all day, slaves weren’t given proper time to wash, and Ferka’s body and clothes were soaked with sweat.@@@@

The smell was so awful it seeped through even if she tried to block her nose. When Karami had grimaced slightly at the stench, even Ferka, who had grown up being told she acted like a boy, was a little shocked.

Sniff sniff.

The bath was filled with various herbs and oils. A fragrance unlike anything she had smelled before.

She instantly recognized that these were quite expensive.

Naturally, a question arose in her mind.

‘Isn’t he treating me a bit too well...?’

She’d expected him to be a brute, but he was nothing like the image she had imagined. The disparity left her feeling even more confused.

However, Ferka’s perception of Karami didn’t change so easily. She clearly remembered what he had said to her.

He would send her deep underground.

What could that mean? The only thing that came to mind was being buried alive.

‘Sorry, Dad. But at least if I’m buried underground, it’ll be close. Maybe you could come to visit now and then.’

Ferka mentally composed her farewell, then stepped out of the bath and dried herself. Draping a towel around herself, she opened the door slightly. Right outside the door, as Karami had mentioned, was a new set of clothes.

Women’s undergarments and a pure white dress. It was Karami’s choice, as he’d thought a dress would be the most practical given the lack of detailed measurements.

Ferka felt deeply conflicted.

The dwarf physique wasn’t as tall and slender as humans, and more importantly, Ferka had never worn a dress—or even a skirt.

But she couldn’t very well walk around naked, and it wasn’t as if a slave could be picky about clothes...

Ferka took a deep breath, put on the dress, and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Oh, all done with your bath?"

"Y-yes...."

"Definitely better than before. But why are you standing like that?"

Karami tilted his head in genuine confusion.

Just as elves live in great trees in their sacred forests, dwarves dig cities deep into the earth.

An enormous cavern with no end in sight.

The vast rocky ceiling arched endlessly, with glowing stones embedded like stars, casting golden light into the deep underground.

The black stone buildings, arranged in perfect rows and columns, suggested an architect with obsessive precision.

Every household had a forge, with bearded blacksmiths hammering away.

And in the center of the city—

A massive furnace, reminiscent of a volcano.

Just as blood from the heart flows through veins, the molten metal flowed through iron channels, feeding all the city’s forges.

An eternal flame, a revered monument among dwarves.

This was the Heart of Magmora.

‘So that’s it.’

Seeing it in person, it truly was impressive. Even as a non-dwarf, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence.

"Shall we go?"

Ferka, still in a daze, responded with a start.

"Huh? Y-yes? You called?"

"Let’s go."

"Uh, where to?"

"To meet your father, of course."

"Hey, look, isn’t that Ferka?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It’s been half a year since Ferka disappeared."

"No, seriously, look closer! I’m telling you, that’s really Ferka!"

All eyes were on the same spot.

On a dimly lit underground street, illuminated by glowing street lamps, a human man walked with a dwarven girl trailing behind him nervously.

The girl couldn’t keep still, glancing around anxiously and tugging at the hem of her dress.

"Are you blind? There’s no way that’s Ferka. Do you really think she’d wear such a girly dress? It’d be more believable if an elf claimed the World Tree was just a regular tree."

"The World Tree is just a big tree anyway. Seriously, take a closer look! The face, the hair, even the scar on her cheek—it’s a dead ringer for Ferka!"

“...Huh?”

It really was her.

Even after rubbing his eyes, he couldn’t deny it. Ferka, who had disappeared, was back.

But who was that human man?

And more importantly, why was Ferka wearing a dress?

She looked like a girl physically, but her spirit was undoubtedly masculine.

Yet there she was, blushing deeply, squirming as if embarrassed, with the mannerisms of a shy, bashful young girl.

"What’s going on here?"

"Beats me."

Maybe she’d gone through some sort of training.

She’d returned after half a year, looking like a completely different person.

Amidst the buzzing whispers and stares, Ferka clenched her eyes shut.

‘Just kill me now....’

Meanwhile, Karami, who had forced her into the dress, hummed a tune as he admired the city.

Ferka had a revelation once again.

This man was a genius.

A genius at making women miserable.