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The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 49

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟗: 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

“Eh? Eh?”

Leif, surprised by the sudden teleportation or the darkness of the dungeon, began to act suspiciously.

I decided to ignore it and pick him up.

“Huh?!”

The place where the Automata and Leif were teleported is at the bottom of the downhill entrance to the second level.

It’s a place where a small amount of poison lingers, so it’s not suitable for negotiations.

Carrying Leif, I make the Automata climb the slope and go out to the first level.

And on that ceiling, I installed a light magic stone, the same kind we use in the residential space.

I’ll have to collect this later.

That is, if I’m still alive then.

“It’s bright?!”

I put down Leif, who screams in the arms of the Automata, and then set up a table and two chairs.

I’ll have to collect these later too.

That is, if I’m still alive then.

With that, the preparation of the place is complete.

Next is explaining the situation and preparing the tools.

“People are coming here soon. Make sure you don’t upset them.”

“Uh. . .”

“This is an order.”

“Yes.”

Slaves can be quite useful in situations like this.

They will do anything when ordered, just like tools.

“Also, you will stand behind me and explain things if I don’t understand.

That’s also an order. If you don’t do it, I’ll crush you.”

“I’ll do it! Please stop threatening me!”

I won’t stop.

This is like a form of encouragement to get them to work harder.

If they’re afraid of punishment, they’ll work desperately.

Ah.

I just realized, but Leif’s outfit is the same ragged clothes that slaves wear, as when I bought her.

It’s a bit unsightly to present to the Demon Lord.

“Take off your clothes for now.”

“What, all of a sudden?!”

“Just do it. Order.”

“Y, Yes. . .”

Leif took off his clothes with embarrassment.

. . .I knew it, but he’s really a man.

No breasts, and there is a ◯◯◯.

I saw something I didn’t really want to see.

“Put this on.”

Next, I order her to wear the clothes I randomly picked from the DP.

If I knew this was going to happen, I should have kept some of the villagers’ clothes.

Well, this is just a minor expense, so it can’t be helped.

In the meantime, I returned the ragged clothes to their original state.

“Huh. . .where did the clothes come from just now. . .? And the clothes disappeared. . .?”

“Hurry up and put them on. Do you want to be crushed?”

“I’m sorry!”

Honestly.

Pausing every time something surprises him, what a useless slave.

I’ll have to educate him later.

That is, if I’m still alive then.

Well, now the preparations are complete.

And the Demon Lord is also approaching nearby.

“Order. Be quiet unless necessary.”

“Understood!”

Very good.

This way, he won’t startle and scream, and upset the Demon Lord.

Probably, the slave mark will activate before he can scream.

And then finally. . .

“Welcome, Your Majesty the Demon Lord.”

The Demon Lord appeared at a distance visible to the Automata’s eye, in the position illuminated by the light.

I make the Automata quietly bow her head.

Upon hearing the words “Demon Lord,” Leif looked like he was about to scream, but the effect of the slave mark kept him silent.

Good.

“Ho. I didn’t expect you to come out to meet me. You seem to be quite wise.”

The Demon Lord was nodding with a surprisingly happy look.

Maybe she’s happy to be entertained?

“Leif, pull out the chair.”

“Y, Yes!”

“Please, have a seat.”

“Hmm. Well arranged.”

After confirming that the Demon Lord sat down in the chair, I also sat down in another chair with the Automata.

Following orders, Leif stood behind the Automata.

🔹A𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖 ― 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗s𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 “𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜” 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛s🔹

Now, the life-or-death negotiation begins.


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