Chapter 1: My story (1)
I Was a Slave.
When I was born, before I even turned three, my parents sold me to a slave trader.
I don’t hold any grudges.
...No, to be more precise, I don’t even remember their faces.
I was sold when I had just begun to speak, so how could I possibly remember them?
The only clear memory I have is of sucking on my fingers while following the slave trader around.
Young slaves sold quite well.
They were popular among sorcerers—something about selling well for human experiments?
Or was it that the greedy pigs at the temples had a preference for children?
Anyway, we sold pretty well.
I was sold to one of the sorcerers.
The slave trader muttered something about me being unlucky, but when I think about it, being sold to a sorcerer seemed better than ending up as a tool for some old men’s disgusting desires.