Extra's Revenge: Reincarnated As A Slave-Chapter 50: Poisoned

Sex Slaves.

Rey didn’t think too highly of them at first.

’I have access to a plethora of them, but they’re useless to me now. However, if I use them in my scheme to free myself, they could become my greatest assets.’

How so?

Well, ever since he died and the Curse Imprint reduced on his body, he could feel that the burden of the slave contract had reduced to a significant extent.

It wasn’t completely gone, but he was no longer as restricted by its hold.

’That allows me to bend the rules, even though I can’t break them.’ Rey’s eyes shone ominously as he considered this matter carefully.

What did this mean?

It meant he could lie to his Master, for example, and only feel some backlash in his body rather than outright restriction or death upon disobedience.

’Since I am very familiar with pain and I have a poker face, I can get away with doing this once or twice a day. I have even been practicing, and I’m used to the sensation already.’ Rey reasoned calmly. ’This advantage allows me to scheme a little better than before.’

In fact, he already had an idea he wished to implement.

’Amara already gave me my biggest clue. The way to free me is by using a Null or Curse Technique to do so. I don’t have an aptitude for any of those Arts, but even if I do, I can’t free myself. That will go against the core tenets of the slave contract, and I will surely die if I refuse. But... what if I don’t need to?’

Rey felt his heart racing as he thought about this with a calm facade.

’What if I make one of my Slaves do it for me? I could request permission to Awaken my Slaves so I can use them as cannon fodder for practice. I could also ask for a variety of Slaves with all kinds of Art aptitude in order to mask my desire for those with Curse or Null Arts specifically.’

This wouldn’t be suspicious, since it was normal for Rey to seek variety when seeking methods on how to deal with opponents.

As for why he would want slaves and not be satisfied with training with Amara or any other competent servant like Logan, there was also a perfectly reasonable excuse for it.

—Killing.

The ability to kill slaves.

That did not apply to the other employees of the Desgarron Manor or Amara.

But slaves?

Slaves were nothing but properties, their lives cheap like grass.

If Rey desired, he could abuse all his sex slaves and treat them however he liked, even butchering them to pieces.

Since he was a battle fiend, not many people would consider this out of place.

The only criticism he would get was regarding his mistreatment of gifts that his Master gave him. However, Augustus already told Rey to treat his slaves however he wished.

In fact, Augustus would probably be happy to see Rey kill his slaves or treat them harshly.

After all, that was their purpose.

They were his toys.

They were outlets that would allow Rey vent all his emotions and frustrations. By transferring his aggression on them, he would then feel better about himself.

This was human instinct.

The rich look down on the poor, while the poor look down on those poorer than them.

People thrived on the idea of those lesser than them. It made them feel better about their own situation.

Thus, if Rey had the opportunity to maltreat his slaves, he would not feel as bad of Augustus maltreated him.

If Augustus kept putting him in life or death situations, Rey could do the same to his own slaves and get some twisted sense of pleasure frlm the act.

Naturally, Rey recognized all of this.

He knew his Master’s schemes and the psychology behind his intent.

He just didn’t care.

’But if I pretend to succumb to this temptation, I can lower his suspicions and groom one of the slaves to learn this Technique for me.’

The problem was the Technique itself.

Right now, Rey didn’t know it.

’Although I have access to the Library and there is less supervision on me, I can’t find information on a Technique from the Curse Art or Null Art that can help me.’ He frowned deeply, though his resolve was unwavering.

’Looks like I have no choice but to somehow get it out of Amara. She’s a sharp girl, which is why I have to tread carefully with her.’

Thankfully, she had feelings for him, which made her act irrationally at times.

It made her easy to manipulate.

’Looks like I know what it is I have to do. I’ll get the Sex Slaves Awakened while also working on the Amara front. Once I have both, I’ll begin the next step... hehe!’

Rey smiled gleefully, already tasting the freedom that was within his grasp.

The servants that massaged him thought his grin was due to their excellent services, so they sighed in relief.

None of them knew the kind of dark thoughts that swirled in his mind.

They would never find out.

Not until it was too late.

*******

After he finished his massage, Rey left the place and began to walk towards his quarters.

While he could have had their services in his room, he preferred to keep such activities away from his abode.

He also liked to walk, so the distance was actually enjoyable.

As he advanced, nearing his room, he noticed a small crowd of armed guards standing right in front of his room.

’Hmm? What is this?’

The moment he saw them, a terrible feeling began to assault him.

He felt a hint of suspicion and danger.

His instinct told him to run.

However, before he could do anything, the guards looked in his direction and spotted him.

"You there, Slave of Lord Augustus, your presence is required. Follow us."

"Where are we going?" Rey did not argue, but calmly asked while standing still.

"We won’t ask again." The guards immediately reached for their unsheathed weapons and glared at him. "Come with us."

Upon seeing this, Rey confirmed his bad feeling.

Something had happened.

Something terrible.

"Alright."

Rey didn’t say anything, neither did he resist.

He simply followed the guards, staying in their middle. Some stood behind him, while others were in front.

’What should I do?’

He had to answer this question quickly.

Unfortunately for him, there wasn’t actually much that he could do.

These Armed Guards were experts at Ancient MajiK, on the same level as average graduates of the Royal Academy.

They were different from the regular security officials or workers.

They also had at least two Armaments on them; one for offense and another for defense.

’I am currently defenseless, since all my Artifacts are in my room. They also outnumber me, and I can’t take down all of them even at top form.’ Rey knew full well that he wouldn’t be in his best condition even if he had his Artifacts.

After all, these were Desgarron officials.

It was against his Slave Contract to act against them.

’I can temporarily ignore the directive, but the damage I’ll receive and the pain I’ll feel will definitely be considerable.’

Rey sighed.

There was no way out.

Not yet.

’I just have to wait and see. I haven’t yet confirmed that my life is in danger.’

Yes... Patience.

This could all be a misunderstanding.

Perhaps even a scheme, like what happened with Leon in the past.

Back then, he was prepared for it, but it was possible that he missed a few things in the recent days.

’But who would be after me in this household? I also haven’t made any suspicious moves, so what could the issue be?’ To say he was confused would be an understatement.

Even at that, Rey kept his emotions in check.

He remained calm.

The Armed Guards took him upstairs, to a floor he had never once reached before.

Then, they opened the door and shoved him inside a room too grand to describe. It was pure white as snow, which golden designs extraordinarily traced along the walls and curtains to form intricate lanterns.

The place was heavenly.

But the beauty did not distract Rey from three major things that he witnessed the moment he stepped inside.

First was the number of Slaves and Servants that occupied the hall and currently knelt with trembling.

Rey quickly joined them and did the same.

After all, they were in the presence of not only Augustus, his Master, but also the Heads of the Desgarron Household.

The parents of both Augustus and Amara.

Lord Dreyfus Edulf Desgarron

Lady Beatrice Aria Desgarron.

That was the second thing Rey noticed in the room, though he also had an additional observation.

The facial expressions of these three.

The Lord had a very furious look, while the lady had one of pure sadness.

Augustus looked extremely worried.

All of these were concerning, but none of them worried him more than the third and final thing he noticed the moment he entered the room.

Behind the three Nobles was a veiled bed.

Sleeping on that bed, was a girl.

Although covered in thin, nearly transparent white sheets, Rey could immediately recognize who she was.

’Amara??’ His eyes bulged. ’What is with this atmosphere? What is going on here?’

"Since the last of you just arrived, I will now address the issue." Lord Dreyfus finally spoke, his thunderous voice quenching the silence.

His presence felt overwhelming.

Rey felt like a hammer was constantly hitting his head just by hearing the sound of his voice.

It was too intense to withstand.,

Looking at the other slaves, he noticed their reactions as well. Some even died on the spot, while others were on the verge of passing out.

Rey endured.

Sweat formed on his trembling face, but he kept persevering through the oppression.

"I won’t repeat myself. I will only ask this once, so the perpetrator had better reveal themselves." Lord Dreyfus continued, his frown growing deeper and darker while his emerald eyes shone brilliantly.

"One of you here is the one responsible for poisoning my daughter. Reveal yourself now, and I may offer you a quick death."

’W-what?’ Rey shuddered immediately, feeling an unspeakable dread course through him in that moment.

’Amara was poisoned?!’