Blessing from the Goddess and Transfer to Another World! ~No Thanks, I Don’t Need a Special Ability~

My name is Maria. I'm a slave.

What I am in is a compartment where criminal slaves and severely defective slaves are thrown in. Slave traders also don't introduce legitimate customers to slaves who are here.

Naturally, right? Because the only people who would want slaves like you here would be quite fond of things, or people in business who can't be on the table.

By the way, I am a slave to the highly defective. Because one eye is crushed, one arm is missing, and his face and body are scratched. I think it was originally the face you see there, but now there's no shadow to see either.

Let me tell you a little old story about me.

I was born and raised in a small village in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Eldia. Most of that village was subhuman. Perhaps I could say Beast Man. The position of the Beastman was not very good in this country, and the village was very poor.

I also lived in that village until I was 11. But many of the winters of the previous year were tougher than I expected and crops were no longer working, and I couldn't help it if I didn't give them a mouth drop.

It would be better than straining the village to starve to death, as it is enough to hand over a few children to a slaver who visits regularly, even when it comes to mouth-watering. I think there were some reasons that made me laugh now that I think about it, such as being a slave, maybe being taken away to a good place, etc.

Especially since I was a kid who couldn't do anything right. They said they had no talent for hunting, cooking, sewing, chores, dispensing, mining, blacksmithing, whatever it involves or does. I lived with the help of a house in detail, but I also think it's natural to be sold when it's out of order like this year.

I was rocked by a carriage and headed to the bigger city. A beautiful sister's slave came into the carriage in the village where she stopped along the way. He said he was going to his son because he worked as a slave in a rich mansion for everything, but the owner of that house died.

The sister was in her late 20s, but (in a weird way) she was a veteran slave and told me a lot about it. Behavior of standing as a slave. tone. Especially stories such as how to serve seemed like fire coming out of my face, but thanks to my sister, I also decided to be ready.

They often don't get good treatment when they show something negative about that kind of behavior. Especially since the Beast Man seems to be seen so often downstairs, he has taught us that we should sell the festivities, even if they are resistant, and aim to treat them well. I don't like twisting anymore. I want you to treat me like a good seller.

As the village approached, the merchant screamed in great panic.

"We've got demons! I'm a bunch of fangwolves!

There aren't many demons out there near the carriageway, and I didn't think there would be a bunch of wolves about goblins out there. I also have an escort, but I also assumed that was enough to deal with goblins, and there were just two people who had some understanding.

Me and your sister were freaking out and getting smaller. Naturally. Only a handful of trained people can fight demons. Even the alleged weak goblin is a symbol of fear from a human being who has never fought like me or your sister. Look, there were only three wolves, and I can't tell if I could call them a herd, but I couldn't help but see those three looking so horrible.

The escort challenged his werewolf opponent to battle. I can't say it's advantageous. Because while we're losing in numbers, we have to protect the carriage.

"Come!"

The slave trader understood such a disadvantage, and when he grabbed my hand, he forced me to stand.

As I followed him without knowing what he was going to do, he was stuck out of the shadow of the carriage towards the wolf. One of the wolves noticed and attacked me.

Scary!

The wolf mutilated my face, mutilated my body, and when I ripped one arm off, I started eating that arm.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

My head was turning bright white and I couldn't think of anything else. Next thing I knew, I was lying in the carriage.

Your sister told me that while I was being eaten, the escort knocked down two of the wolves and got rid of the wolves eating my arms. I seem to have been a jerk. If it comes to being your sister or me, then naturally it must be me.

This is how I got hurt before I was sold as a slave. Even if I didn't think I could sell it, I guess as a slave trader I couldn't have taken him by accounting. Because they also pay some money to the villagers. If you throw it away here, they might think you're dressed.

We've reached the city's slave traders. I'm here now. Here. As soon as I followed, I was put in a compartment where this criminal slave or something was put in. You don't seem to intend to sell it to a normal opponent from the start. I was also given a meal, but obviously not much. Not much different from the village, no, it would be less than the village.

That's where I realized. You said you weren't going to let me live here. From there I aroused despair, regret and resentment. No, it has the proviso that it's in my mind because I barely have a voice... After that, it's a plea. If you can help me, I'll do anything. I listen to anything you say. I dedicate everything. So please help me.... naturally nothing changed.

I guess now I'm calm and thinking about this because hopelessness has given up once and for all.

No matter what you think, you can't be bought. It would be such a ghetto hobby to deal with a worn me so far, even if it's for fun. Naturally, when you're done using it, you'll definitely get dumped and die.

One eye is open, but there's no hope there. After that, we just wait for death.

Someone came in. Is it a meal? No, it should be too early. Apparently, a customer is here. You're a lover of things. Looks like a man.

Slaves here are forbidden to sell. I don't have a busy history. I guess we can't even let our customers hear it. A criminal slave girl who has recently entered such a customer is making a sale. If you look closely, both the customer and the girl have dark hair and dark eyes. Is there any connection? My ears are almost crushed, too, so I don't hear them too far away. We're talking about something... but, well, it won't matter to me.

After a while, the customer's man went back. Will even the girl buy it earlier?

Slave traders approach.

Stand up.

My men will take my hand and make me stand up. Is something wrong with me?

"You have been bought by a current customer. I'll make you look at least as good now, so follow me."

I didn't know what you were talking about. Will I be bought? Why? The man just now didn't show you that. I'm not even close. I said a favorite customer, was he a favorite customer of Getestuff? It had nothing to do with such a mess, I was washed in a place like a bathroom or a flush. It's basically drooling in the compartment just now. I'm not saying what. Even I gave up raw, because I'm a girl for once. Maybe.

They put on better clothes there and took me to the waiting room for an earlier man. There were girls in criminal slavery, other girls of good stature, and girls who looked younger than girls in criminal slavery. What kind of relationship is it? Are they slaves too? If so, can we expect some good treatment?... That's not true. There still seems to be hope beyond this period. There's nothing like that.

Use male blood to register for slave prints. I had a little pain, but it doesn't really matter because my whole body hurts.

At the end of the registration, a man gave the first order.

"I bought you two. His name is Jen. I'm taking you to the inn we owe you. The details come from that. So don't talk until then. This is the first order."

He's called Jen. You must like Getestuff. It's been used several times as a favorite, and I guess it gets dumped and dies. Hopefully at the end of the day we'll be eating some delicious food...

Jen held me and I came to the inn. Will it be done quickly? Is it because I'm dying if I don't do it fast? Anyway, they let me in the room. The other girls are with me. Such a number of people from such daylight, including me with such a terrible deficiency... Jen must be the owner of a hell of a hobby.

What is such a stunning thing about me? Back to back, Jen and the others had left me alone and talked to a criminal slave girl. I'm talking about the metastasizer or something, but I don't think I understand. Well, it's got nothing to do with me.

Master Jen has approached us. Seems to introduce you to me. You'll die soon anyway. You won't need my introduction...

"He says he can introduce himself, so I'll take his place. The name of this Beastman girl is Maria. It's called The Brave Man of the Beast."

"Guuuuu"

I didn't understand the translation and I got a weird voice. No, you groan.

What is a brave man? I don't remember. I know the name Maria because... that's why. I don't recall having named him since I left the village. There's no way you know.

Jen and the others are having another conversation that I don't understand. I don't understand the magic or the title.

Jen said with his eyes on this one.

"Maria, I'm going to cure your defect by magic. We don't know exactly what will happen, but it won't just get worse than it is now. Do you accept?"

I didn't know what you were talking about. That's all this is about me. But I didn't know the number one by far. What does magic mean to cure defects? I've never heard of that. I've heard that only a god drug called God's Made can cure defects, but it's like a fairy tale. I don't think such a miracle can be made possible by such a young man.

But if you think about it, it won't get any worse than it is now, as Jen said. This is not hope. But can I just try to get them to do it?

I nodded.

"Okay. Start chanting now"

Master Jen started chanting when he stood in front of me, and it seemed like it took him about 10 minutes to finish chanting. I've never even heard magic or anything with a long chant so far.

"Revive!"

The light wrapped me up. I felt very good in the light. It was as if I was in the sun on a sunny day.

When the light subsided I was blind to both eyes. When I look at it, my arms are back.

"That, I can talk. I also have hands. Why... I just say I'm not dead anymore... Ugh,"

The joy has crept up. There was a glimmer of hope that I should have thrown away.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah."

I'm sorry, but I cried out. I can't stop the tears spilling. Probably been crying for more than 10 minutes. Yeah, not if you're doing this. As soon as I thought so, I was kneeling towards Jen.

"Uh, Maria. What's that pose?

Master Jen will ask. Tears are still out there, but don't keep Jen waiting. I'll answer right away.

"I wanted to show my loyalty in form."

Words came out surprisingly even myself. It seemed to me that I meant what I thought in the slave trader, that if you helped me, I would do anything and give everything.

"Until now, I have not been able to say anything, so let me say it again. My name is Maria. Dear Jen, I sincerely appreciate your help with me. There's very little I can do right now, but let me at least dedicate my whole life to loyalty."

It was saved from the normal state of death. Let's dedicate the rest of our lives to this one. We can get this far. Jen is no different from God. Let us dedicate our faith.

Speaking of which, your slave sister told you to sell your festivities even if you didn't mean it, but you don't need them anymore. Because I am uncomfortable without having to sell Fei or anything.

Even after this, Jen gave me various things. Actually, it could be < contract bond (engagement link) > that I was most happy with. Being connected to Jen at all times gave me tremendous relief and confidence.

It is unfortunate that those who serve are not yet required. As far as how it goes, it doesn't seem like you can't because you're an animal man. Is it not attractive enough? We just have to find out what your husband likes and try to keep up with it. Let's do our best to have mercy one day.