Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody

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Are you stupid?

Hey, let me say it again. Are you stupid?!

I read the atmosphere and kept that insult locked inside my chest.

That insult was aimed at my "Master." He was trying to challenge a monster so overwhelmingly powerful that calling it a strong opponent was an understatement.

There's no way you can win. I know you have a unique skill and secret abilities, but you're only level 10, right?

No matter how amazing your skills are, you can't overturn a fourfold level difference!

Moreover, the opponent is so high-level yet hides their skills. Who knows what trump cards they have prepared!

“I wouldn’t mind turning you into a bloodbath, you know?”

Saying that, the monster thrust its long staff toward my "Master."

“No! Master, that guy’s too strong.”

“You have no right to call me trash.”

I pleaded with my fullest words to my "Master," but the target shifted to me. Ah, is this the end of this life? I wanted to have some lovey-dovey moments before dying~

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I still remember the day I met him.

It was just after being shaken in a slave cart arriving at Seryu City. Just seeing the gloomy slaves in the cart made me depressed.

At that moment, sensing a gaze, I turned around and there he was.

Black hair.

Black eyes.

A slender build.

And a face that looked Japanese.

Yes, in this world where only “deep” facial features and macho types dominate, he was the exact type I liked after a long time.

Especially that slightly unreliable, timid aura was great. It sparked my creativity. My imagination wouldn’t stop—just like that.

He was well-dressed too. I wondered if he would buy me and Lulu.

Snapping back to reality, I tried to silently cast a charm spell without chanting, but the cart turned off the road.

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My “Master” charged at the monster to protect me.

What, what was that fast step forward?!

Before I knew it, he had slipped into the monster’s guard and was landing blows.

I once secretly watched a match between our knight captain and the hero, and this step was faster than the hero’s advance back then. No, it’s just too fast.

But the monster treated such attacks like a gentle breeze. It completed its spell and struck at me with a whip made of shadow.

I hope I don't die instantly.

Thinking that, I tried a last-ditch resistance by silently slamming a psycho ball at the shadow whip, but I couldn’t hit properly.

Why was the book I found in the castle about mental magic? If it had been light magic or fire magic, I could’ve at least made this monster pay.

But the shadow whip didn’t reach me. My “Master” returned like teleportation and took the blow with his body.

Relief and anger welled up on his slender yet somewhat broad back.

Why does he take such reckless risks?!

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I met him again a few days later. I remember there was a commotion because a missing slave trader had returned.

Apparently, a big customer had come, and high-value slaves were being introduced one by one. The opponents seemed formidable, and all ten of them came back defeated.

Then it was our turn—the six of us left unsold. I grumbled that if those girls didn’t sell, there was no way we would.

Inside the tent, sitting on the sofa where customers sat, was him. He had three beastkin with him. Alright, I’ve gotten his favor!

Nidoren, the slave trader, was saying something, but I appealed to him with the power of my gaze!

But my pleas as a beautiful girl did not reach the cold-hearted him, and I was almost made to leave. Panicking, I started verbally pitching myself. Heh heh heh, take my job-hunting appeal attack!

But he was tough.

No matter how I explained the benefits or appealed emotionally, he didn’t budge.

I had no choice but to use my last resort. No matter how ruthless, I’d seize this chance, Arisa!

I shook him with silent “Charm Person” and “Fret” spells.

Huh? It didn’t work.

Only after using my final trick, “unyielding and indomitable (never give up),” did the magic take effect.

Who is this person?

With the name Satou and a Japanese face, is he a transferee after all?