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If you apply acupressure, you won’t be able to move
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“I, I, I’ll just wait a little bit.”
Finley speaks with a flushed face as if he is about to burst into tears.
Done-!
I finally got permission and quietly cheered.
However, he pretended not to startle Finley, who was cowering like a frightened deer, so he took off her sandals in a hurried manner.
Then, soon, her two small, soft soles appeared.
When it comes to women’s feet, I’ve seen enough of Elfriede’s to be sick of them, so I didn’t think there was anything special about them.
As you give it meaning, it almost feels like this place is as secretive as any other part.
Phew-.
Finley buried his face in the pillow and hid his expression.
I don’t know if it was because she was trying to hide her embarrassment, but I was very fortunate that I didn’t have to meet her face to face.
“Well, let me touch it then.”
“… .”
There was no answer from Finley. I took the silence as an affirmation and placed my hand on her foot.
Soft-.
The soles of her feet were soft and smooth like a baby’s skin.
Unlike Elfriede’s feet, which were as cold as ice, they were warm and felt quite good to the touch. Perhaps because of her small body, her size was also quite cute.
“Ugh… .”
I could hear Finley moaning through the pillows, as if he felt my touch. I could see his ears, which he had not been able to hide, turning red as if they were going to burst through his blue hair.
“Okay, then I’ll finish quickly.”
I stared at Finley’s small, stubby feet that fit into the palm of my hand.
Then, slightly above the center of the left sole.
When I curled my toes, I saw a red spot shining just the size of my thumb in the hollow area.
It’s almost as if they’re forcing me to press here.
I put my thumb there and press it hard like I did before.
Don’t forget to not only press it, but also spin it clockwise in a circular motion.
“Huh, huh, huh…”
I heard a sound like a sob from Finley, who had covered his face with a pillow. I couldn’t help but feel guilty, like a villain who had defiled her purity.
But unlike the guilt, my erected Juji seemed to burst even more. I got excited by forcibly touching a woman and hearing her cry.
Isn’t that no different from a beast?
No, no. This is a medical procedure.
Me mind controlling myself like that.
“Sob, sob… .”
The only sounds in the treatment room, where darkness has descended, are Finley’s crying and the occasional sobbing of patients.
Everything was quiet.
Was I mistaken?
Just when I was thinking that.
Deering-.
“Cure Finley’s Insomnia”
『Task value + 10』
Now, as the happy words came to mind, I felt something being sucked out of the tip of my thumb.
My head felt a little dizzy, but that was the end of it.
“Ugh, uh… .”
However, Fan Li, who was crying with her face buried in the pillow, shook her shoulders violently and collapsed on the bed.
I hurriedly placed my hand on the back of her neck, wondering if something had gone wrong. Fortunately, she wasn’t unconscious or anything, but seemed to be in a deep sleep.
*
When Finley opened her eyes again, it was a day later, the sun was high in the morning. She must have come to her senses before she knew it, and she came up to me, who was sweeping the area near the infirmary with a broom.
“I, I wonder what happened yesterday….”
“You suddenly fell asleep. It was a bit hard to wake you up, so I just left you alone.”
“I feel like I’ve slept so deeply for the first time in my life. I don’t know when I last slept this soundly.”
“Are you saying you slept like a log?”
“Are you sleeping well?”
“In my hometown, that’s what we call a short nap.”
At my words, Finley seemed to repeat the words, “Sleep tight, sleep tight…” several times before nodding.
“That’s right. A good night’s sleep, that’s a very fitting word. I literally slept like a baby. I haven’t been able to sleep properly for several years since I became a healer. It’s really amazing…”
Finley suddenly starts crying. I am confused because I cannot understand her emotions.
Is this a side effect of the treatment?
As I was thinking about that, Finley wiped away his tears and said.
“I keep crying. It’s strange. I’m not sad at all or anything. I haven’t stopped crying since I woke up. Is there something wrong…?”
“It seems like bad energy is leaving my body. Insomnia is leaving in the form of tears.”
“Is that really true?”
Is that really true?
How would I know?
I was just spouting off some plausible words.
In fact, the people I think of as shady chiropractors and quack doctors are generally like that. For example, my father was like that. What would my father have said in such a situation?
“Actually, tears are bad for your body. That’s why your body keeps trying to expel them. So when you want to cry, just cry.”
“Is that so?”
Perhaps because he was about to cry, Finley’s eyes were much brighter. I don’t know if it was because of my mood, but there seemed to be trust or some similar emotion in those eyes.
The words of a quack with no actual results are infinitely frivolous.
The words of a pharmacist who shows evidence right in front of people are bound to deceive people.
Many pseudo-religious leaders also start by saying that they can cure illnesses. It is said that there are people who have actually performed such miracles.
Of course I don’t intend to become something so pathetic. Damn, it makes me angry to think that I came into this world because of that fake kid.
“Oh, I have something for you here.”
Okay, that’s fine.
Finley, who had been shedding tears for a long time, took out a package from within the loose arms of his white scrubs and handed it to me.
Maybe it’s money.
Of course I knew it was money, but accepting it outright seemed like something was being revealed, so I pretended not to know and asked back.
“What is that?”
“This is the amount I promised. 30 silver… I’d like to give you more, but I don’t have any money, so I can’t give you more than this.”
“Ah. I see. That’s enough. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you much.”
“That’s not true!”
Finley, who was shouting at me for pretending to be humble.
“yes?”
“No, that’s not true! It was really amazing! I, I was also a healer who received teachings at the temple and thought I knew a little about the human body. But what Mr. Hassan showed me was a little different. From strengthening and correcting the 7th spinal vertebra, to the misaligned pelvis, to the ligaments…”
Finley rattled off a bunch of difficult medical terms that I couldn’t understand.
From the rough idea, I can only vaguely understand that what I did was something that required more difficult knowledge than I thought.
Finley continued.
“And the blood in the neck, and the soles of the feet… That’s something that can only be done without completely understanding the circulation structure of magical power. It’s amazing. I feel like I’ve gotten one step closer to understanding the mysteries of the human body!”
“Oh, I see.”
“Anyway, it was really great! It was like the incarnation of Clepius!”
When was the last time I received such a selfless compliment from someone?
I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach and my face felt hot, so I didn’t know what expression to make.
After becoming an adult, I had to do my part.
And after being abandoned as an orphan and becoming a slave in this unknown world, praise was something that was very far from me.
To me, who had always been whipped and persecuted, Finley’s gratitude and praise weighed more heavily on my heart than the heavy bundle of money in my hand.
“Honestly, I don’t have the confidence to follow along, but if I try, I think I can perform such amazing magic, right?
“If it’s Mr. Finley, it will happen someday.”
I don’t know if that’s true or not, but words of wisdom are free.
Looking at Finley’s bright smile, his face glowing from a good night’s sleep, and the dark circles under his eyes fading away, I couldn’t help but wish that were true.
Because I’m not a bad person.
“Anyway, Mr. Finley, I’ll put this money to good use. Then I’ll be out of the office today because I have something to live for.”
“You have something to live for?”
“My freedom.”
Holy shit-.
I thought to myself that I had said something pretty cool, and I put the 30 silver coins in my pocket and walked out of the treatment center.
Thud, thud.
What I see before my eyes is the city of Calcutta, with mud and filth rolling across the ground and all sorts of trash filling the alleys.
Calcutta is a city of adventurers, a veritable hodgepodge of robbers, pagans, scoundrels and swindlers, all eyeing your pockets and buttocks.
The human nature of this place is such that no one cares even if there are pigeons and giant rats flying around, whether they are drunkards or corpses lying on the street right now.
Normally, I would just put my head on the floor and walk listlessly, but I walked along this street with light and cheerful steps.
Now that I have my money and my pride back, there are no more obstacles in my way.
The world would be so beautiful if only Elfriede were not visible.
*
“What the fuck? What did you just say? You fucking slave?”
The bald, scowling man glared at me.
My pride and self-esteem, which had been high up in my head just a moment ago, seemed to sink through my shoulders and into the depths of my stomach.
This is the slave management office located in Calcutta.
I came here to purchase my slave papers, that is, my freedom.
However, the manager with a fierce expression on his face was threatening me with his shiny forehead and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
“Fuck, you want to be free?”
“Yes, yes. I brought the money. Here’s 30 silver. According to the rules, whoever pays for my body will be free—right?”
“That’s true, but is 30 silver a sum that a slave can easily obtain? Where did you get this money?”
What the fuck.
I knew it would turn out like this.
Well, it would be strange if Hassan, a slave from another world, suddenly showed up at your office with a large sum of money, and you didn’t feel suspicious.
“This is money I earned fairly.”
“Fuck, everyone says that. But if it’s stolen money or something, you’re not a slave, you’re a bottom-level criminal, you’re going to jail. Prison. You know what prison is?”
The words “criminals” and “prisons” brought to mind dark, dungeon-like images: cages teeming with rats and maggots, with prisoners rotting inside.
I have never been to prison myself, but I know a few people who have been there and never got out.
Clearly, prison life is not something a human being should experience.
As I was thinking that, the bald manager placed the coins in bundles of ten on the table and asked.
“Can you tell me where this money came from?”
“Yes, yes. I got it from Healer Finley. Please contact him.”
“When you say healer Finley, do you mean Mrs. Finley of White Deer Crossing?”
“I don’t remember the street name, but she was a young woman with short blue hair that suited her well.”
When I thought of Finley’s face, I missed her. I wonder if I had fallen for her gentle and kind nature.
“Blue hair. Anyway, if it’s blue hair, then that’s it. Hey, you punk. Go check and come back.”
The bald manager spoke to the young servant who was listening nearby. Judging by the iron chain around his neck, it seems that the boy is also a slave.
“Yes, yes!”
The guy was running somewhere so fast that you couldn’t even see his feet stop moving.
“I just went to check. If you run away or anything in the meantime, you’ll die, Hassan.”
“yes….”
There was something about bald heads that made me shiver.
Just as sinners tremble in fear when they see a police car, to me, a slave, this bald head of the slave management office cannot possibly look so terrifying.
First of all, he looks really strong because his muscles are bulging.
If I tan my skin completely, wouldn’t I resemble a dwarf?
If I fight with my bare hands, I’ll lose nine times out of ten.
“Are you worried? Why don’t you tell the truth and say that you stole it right now?”
“I didn’t steal it.”
“Oh, you seem confident. Of course, that doesn’t work on me.”
Baldness was no easy feat.
Of course, he was just doing his job so there was nothing he could do, but from my perspective it was extremely uncomfortable and I felt like I was going to die.
It was while I was sitting on the chair, fidgeting for a long time.
Dalgrang-.
The alarm bell on the door rang, and the messenger who had disappeared earlier came in with an anxious look on his face. Then, panting and out of breath, he began to explain.
“H, I checked. Huh, huh… Ma, that’s right. Here, I also received the transfer certificate.”
“What? Really? Is this money really this kid’s?”
The director frowned as if he didn’t like it. On the other hand, I felt as if all my old feelings were gone, as if I had been given an indulgence.
“Look at that. It’s my money.”
“A slave who has become free. I only see him once a year. Anyway, the law of the kingdom is law. Take this, it is your document.”
The curator took a small scroll out of one of his many drawers and handed it to me.
I accepted it after about two years.
I was finally able to become free.
“See you later, Hassan. Once a slave, he will fall back into slavery. Either by debt or by accident.”
Look at this again, you fucking punk.
I’m letting you off because I think you’ll lose if you fight, you brat.
