Volume 7, Chapter 20 – The Enslavement Curse Mark and Slavery

“I see. So it wasn’t your sister. Still, to think that someone branded with an Enslavement Curse Mark is being forced to work as a prostitute so openly…”

After hearing the details, Sara-san wore a sorrowful expression. By the way, since we were in our room, Khalid-san wasn’t here.

“I knew there were dark rumors, but I never imagined the Yellow Planet Federation of Emirates truly tolerated such things. In my country… ah…”

Sara-san stopped herself mid-sentence, her expression turning sad again as she looked down.

“Well, this was before I was born, but everyone involved with the Enslavement Curse Mark was executed. Furthermore, as you mentioned, even those who patronized them as customers and failed to report it to the guards were reportedly executed as well.”

“Is that so? But executing people just for not reporting it seems a bit extreme.”

“I suppose so. It may certainly feel a bit harsh, but a curse that no one but Saint-sama can Dispel Curse would destroy the order of society if left alone. If, before you even realized it, your family, your lover, your friends, or even your boss had been manipulated by an Enslavement Curse Mark, you would no longer be able to trust anyone.”

That’s true. I don’t even want to think about it.

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“Moreover, if Saint-sama herself were to be manipulated by an Enslavement Curse Mark, the world would fall into that person’s hands. That is precisely why it must be thoroughly eradicated.”

Ah, yeah. My Curse Resistance is MAX, so I probably won’t be manipulated, but if the King or the Pope were, it would be a disaster.

Actually, in Golden Sun, the Queen had already been replaced by a monster without anyone noticing, and it was a huge mess.

Huh? That’s still the case, isn’t it?

But Ade doesn’t seem like she’d do anything that bad, so it’s probably fine.

…No, is it?

Hmm? But humans are humans, and they’re doing things this cruel…

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Yeah. It’s fine.

“…Sama? Saint-sama?”

“Eh? Ah, yes. Um, we were talking about the Enslavement Curse Mark, right?”

“Yes. You suddenly zoned out, so I was worried.”

Sara-san looked at me with a concerned expression.

“Ah, sorry. So, who on earth is applying these Curse Marks?”

“As for who… I suspect it is mostly done by human trafficking organizations.”

“Um, if it’s such a powerful curse, I imagine it would require a Dark Magic Skill of a considerably high Level…”

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“It is not that there are mages capable of casting the Enslavement Curse Mark. They are using Ancient Magic Tools created thousands of years ago that can apply the mark. Apparently, such tools were made back then, and they use them to turn people into slaves who cannot resist.”

I see. What a nuisance that guy who mass-produced such horrible Magic Tools must’ve been.

“According to my country’s history books, at least ten of those Magic Tools were destroyed within our borders. That said, nothing like that has happened for about the last fifty years.”

“Then, if we keep rooting them out little by little, eventually those Magic Tools will all be gone, and no one will fall victim to them anymore.”

“Yes. That’s exactly right.”

With that, Sara-san gave a small smile.

“Fiene-sama. In normal times, this would become an international incident, but currently, the Demon Lord Alert has been raised to the Elevated Alert level, and every nation is likely preoccupied with preparations. Furthermore, there is the issue of the Black Rainbow Empire, which has colluded with the evil ones, so we cannot simply intervene. It is regrettable, but…”

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Before I could speak, Chris-san, who had been listening beside me, offered her advice.

I do want to do something about it, but it’s true that trying to do too many things at once would leave us stretched too thin.

It’s probably better for this country’s problems to be solved as this country’s problems, so it might be just right to simply give the President a heads-up once I return to Eibra.

“You’re right. Yes. Chris-san, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

When I thanked her, Chris-san smiled, looking a little bashful.