Their massive party camped out a few kilometers away from Diana Village.
Otto and the others led the way for thousands more people who followed them. To avoid accidents, Otto gave out an order to behave well and follow without causing chaos, and also to defend themselves if monsters appeared.
Unlike the Terrans, although Otto himself did not own slaves, the psychological limit of keeping slaves and ordering them around wasn’t as strict.
Anyway, with their numbers, one elemental attack each on a small village-level mob would kill them.
On the other hand, the newly rescued slaves were confused and didn’t know what to expect. At the same time, there were also plenty who had a dazed look on their faces, as if they didn’t care about what happened anymore.
That was until mobs came and the ’orders’ activated.
They felt complicated as they watched mobs that came at them easily taken care of...by them!
Even if they were weak and could only send out small and few attacks each time, the commands were clear and well-timed, leaving no opening for the monsters to attack.
It felt uncomfortable to be ordered around as a slave, but the order—for a change—wasn’t meant to hurt them.
It even specified to protect their own bodies, and it was a command that they had never heard before.
For those who got injured, they’d be ordered to back off, and no one had died so far because of this.
And their rates of killing monsters were also something they hadn’t experienced before.
They had always been divided back in their home village, as if their conquerors just refused to get them all clustered together, so it was the first time they worked together like this since being taken over.
It felt new, and it buried the heavy feeling of being ordered. That said, when they fought on their own accord, they realized the orders became null, and suddenly everything that was happening was their own will!
Soon, even those in a daze slowly had light in their eyes. But suddenly, the men in robes paused. He whipped his head to stare in a direction before yelling out an order that resounded amongst the slaves.
"Duck!"
His order made all nearby slaves kneel down, leaving a few dozen standing. They were clustered together too, for the most part, so they were fairly obvious.
They quickly realized what the order was and immediately tried to follow, but a gust of wind burst through from below, breaking their action.
Otto appeared where they were, grabbing a shoulder. "Who are you?"
"I...we...!"
"P-Please don’t kill us!!"
Someone even cried in his mother tongue, Terran. "I d-d-d-on’t want to diieeee!!"
Rowan, one of Otto’s ’guards’, also disrobed and looked at the group. "They seem Terran, but they are not slaves."
It was here that a uniquely-colored man stepped forward. He seemed to be the group’s leader. He was also wearing a robe, but the quality was very rough and it was full of holes.
"My name is Yayoi..." he said. "And I apologize for using your group...but our supplies have run out and many of us are tired, and we’re hoping to find a...safe territory to settle down."
That also meant he was a very attractive slave. Fortunately, he was usually indoors hiding (because, sun) and he didn’t become a slave during the previous wars, which ultimately saved his life.
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