Chapter 4: Slave Market
The morning after I nearly ended up as a cold corpse in the Duke of Embergreen’s estate, I was wandering through the worst slums in the imperial capital wearing only a robe and without a single escort.
‘This is terrifying.’
Honestly, it wasn’t like I wanted to come to a place like this alone.
But the place I was headed to now was one that a noble like me couldn’t officially visit without raising eyebrows, so there was no way I could bring the justice-loving knights of the Count's household.
That didn’t mean I could bring my personal maid Sasha, or Alfred, who was nearing retirement, into such a dangerous place either. Which is why I ended up in this ridiculous state.
If some thug tried to pick a fight with me now, it’d be a huge pain.
‘No, I can’t let myself get scared over something like that.’
Even if I look like this, I’m still a white mage.
Sure, my confidence has been a bit shaken after what happened last time, but either way, I should be more than capable of handling a simple fight.
So if someone mistakes me for an insignificant boy and tries to approach, just a glimpse of me using white magic should be enough to scare them off.
I don’t have much real combat experience, and ever since I regained memories of my past life, I’ve felt reluctant to fight people, so honestly, I’d really prefer if things didn’t escalate.
Step, step...