20 Lord-class I Warrior Daughter and Magus Mother. (1/2)

”You fucking green-blood orc noble! Fat pig of hell! Come at me and see if I don't shove a fucking stake up your shiny white fag asshole!” Violet screamed at Artmer.

The both of us looked at her as she cursed Artmer heavily, somehow her cursing vocabulary is even better than mine. However, Violet only cursed Artmer, when she looked at me, her eyes were filled with doubt.

”Shut up slave! You speak again and I shall order the guards to mark your tongue with hot iron.” Artmer bellowed, angered by her curses.

But after his threat, two gazes burned through his skin, one was Violet's, while the other was mine. Even still, neither of us said a word.

Artmer noticed my gaze and coughed twice awkwardly.

”As I was saying. This is the slave, Violet of Low Terrace. Eleven years old this year. We captured her soon after the Veritas Kingdom fell a few months ago… However, no matter how she was trained, she never behaved and was labeled as a defective product. We also couldn't separate her from her mother, since this girl would attempt suicide every time we tried.” He explained, and the turned to her mother. ”Her mother is Mary of Low Terrace, previously a baronet from Veritas. During the invasion of the kingdom by one of the Doom King's subordinates, the Lady of Agony, her mind was affected by a demonic spell and broke. Now, she's just a human doll.”

This entire story seemed very sad, although I don't really feel sad, but all of that made me certain of my choice.

There are three requirements to advance a level as a necromancer, before receiving a Dread Trial.

First, cap all of the undead, both normal and special.

Second, reach the pinnacle of fifth rank by accumulating death energy essence.

And finally, create a Lord-class undead, that will grow along with the necromancer. The Lord-class will also need to pass the dread trial.

That is the reason willpower is the most important for a Lord-class. All of the trials depend heavily on willpower, so without a good Lord-class, a Dread Lord can't advance to the next level.

However, I don't intend on keeping slaves. Not because I think it's wrong (But I do), however, I know how this slavery thing ends, and how it impairs social relationships as well as capitalism.

The world is, after all, made of people and money.

Which is why, I took a step forward, looking at the loli in the eyes.

”Violet. I don't want a slave, but a warrior. Follow me, and I will make you strong, maybe one day strong enough to avenge your homeland. I have… Special methods that can train even someone like you.” I explained calmly, although I was inwardly despising myself for trying to make a little girl fight for me.

”You think I would work for you?! Are you insane?! Did the stinky whore you ate last night literally fuck your brains out?!” But her answer wasn't very positive, and the doubt in her eyes disappeared. Little did she knew, that I wished for her curse to become true, lest I become a Grand Magus.

”Please, calm down and let me finish. I don't want you to become my subordinate for free. I will in exchange cure your mother. I won't force you into anything, but if you accept, it will be good for both of us.” I proposed, hoping for a positive answer.

When Violet heard that I could heal her mother, she was doubtful, but still held some hope deep inside her heart, so I had to strike while the iron was hot.

”My friend here is young master Artmer of Black Gold, whose father is the heir to the Bosta Merchant Guild. He has great healers under him, and we have a good relationship and he already agreed to heal your mother. I swear under my Surname that I will uphold my part of the deal.” I pledged.

Swearing by your surname isn't something to be taken lightly. Whomever breaks an oath on their surname would be affected by a cursed luck, that is caused by one of the gods from this world it seems.

Violet wasn't as doubtful as before, when she heard that the one by my side was the young master of the Black Gold Family, combined with the pledge under my surname, Violet seemed to believe me.

”Okay, Lord Pervert of the Child Army. If you can cure my mother, I will be your warrior. But only after healing my mother!” She said, looking at me with disgust.

Artmer was also looking at me with a weird face. Having a little girl soldier is definitely a weird and uncommon fetish, even in a world where lolicon isn't uncommon, but I didn't care that they misunderstood my intention.

”Good. Art, release her from her bindings. Please, also do me a favor and clothe Violet and her mother with decent clothes.” I asked Artmer.

He ordered guards nearby to release her and change her clothes, while Artmer and I teleported to the entrance of the warehouse.

Vincent gave me the Golden Card; it seems I can get gold coins from any branch of the Merchant's Guild. (Lore on the Merchant's guild and the transcendent powers on General Happenings)

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Soon after, Albert came from the hotel. We waited a little more and both, Violet and Mary, came escorted by the guards.