True Vorpal Bunny (Danmachi SI) Ch.27 (Patreon)

Chapter 27:

Freya not only bought all the slaves in the market, she also purchased a manor in the rich district of Leodo to house them. Their slave collars had been removed almost instantly after they had been bought.

The now free people laughed and enjoyed the feast provided by Bofman and his employees on Freya’s orders.

As some crowded around to serve her, the goddess enjoyed the atmosphere. She inwardly smirked at Horn pushing her way in to join the people fanning her. Such a sweet girl. There were so many things Freya couldn’t have accomplished without Horn’s spell and the ability to become Syr.

She sent a smile at her attendant, and she felt the silver-haired girl’s happiness through the bond they shared.

And then, she looked at the other child bearing her Falna in the crowd. The one that made her realize that she shouldn’t live like others perceived her as, but that she should live like she did as Syr, free to enjoy herself and seek what she wanted without shame.

Iru made his way to the couch Freya was sitting on. The goddess had bought him new clothes in the market to fit with the locals. 

Though, the Hume Bunny himself didn’t really think those counted as clothes. Poofy harem pants and sandals covered his lower half, but his torso was almost bare. Golden jewelry covered the bottom of his neck and collarbone while his wrists and ankles made jiggling sounds thanks to the anklets and bracelets bouncing with each step Iru made.

The freed people of Shalzad, who had seen war like many in the Kaios Desert, were gazing at him, not because he was a handsome youth, Freya and Horn were far more pleasant to look at this way, but because of the scars that adorned his body.

They recognized the wounds of a warrior, and as he passed them by, they saw that his back had not a single scar marring his skin. This was a warrior who had never turned his back on the enemy.

The awe they felt toward such a young hero was reduced when they saw the pout on his face before he sat next to his goddess.

Freya felt in a teasing mood.

“Oh? Why so grumpy? I did a good thing.”

Iru turned toward her.

“Yeah. You’re right. Good girl.” The sincere praise made Freya’s heart clench and she pretended it did nothing. There was being honest with herself and there was being desperate. “But, still I’m pissed because I was ready to trigger a slave rebellion. You can’t get rid of slavery without the slave traders being too scared of the merchandise slicing their throat in open revolt.”

The mood froze.

“You got opinions about slavery.” Freya finally said after taking a sip of her drink.

“On a personal level, it’s disgusting. I won’t claim to be a saint, but I have morals. On an economic level, it doesn’t save that much money. On a societal level, it just means there will eventually be a civil war when the slaves rise against the oppression. It sucks and only serves as a way for some people to feel inherently superior to others by creating a caste at the bottom of the hierarchy.”

Before Iru could dissolve into a full rant that would lead into the whole of the Kaios Desert having a slave revolution, two kids came to stand before Freya.

The boy was Yona and the girl was Haara. They thanked Freya for freeing them, and they asked if they could join her Familia.

To that, Freya had to refuse for the time being, citing that their souls were still immature and that they could ask again once they had matured.

Iru held back a snort. It was Freya’s way to be kind. Folkvangr was a meat-grinder where people half-killed each other all the time. It was no place for kids.

Iru was very aware of his hypocrisy, but firstly his soul was older than his body, and secondly, he had already been crazy enough to go into the Dungeon without a Falna before Freya picked him up anyway.

And then, more and more of the freed slaves asked to serve Freya, not as Falna-blessed adventurers, but just as followers.

Then, the girl that caught Freya’s eye made her appearance and bowed.

“Thank you for your kind aid.” The girl named Ali had piercing purple eyes.

As Freya rose from her seat, Iru was starting to remember vaguely about this event.

The girl was royalty from Shalzad who crossdressed as a prince. Freya would help her recover her kingdom because of how she managed to resist her Charm, but it would be short-lived as Freya realized that Ali was not her Odr and that her soul would lose her shine if she took her away from the desert to become just another adventurer.

Freya’s words then reached Iru’s ears.

“Come to my room tonight.”

Ali blushed but looked away, resisting Freya’s passive Charm and only managing to increase the goddess’s interest in her.

Freya put a finger under Ali’s chin, seductive sliver meeting determinate purple.

“It became a shopping spree, but you were what I was really after. So, I’m not going to let you get away.”

Ali backed away from Freya’s touch with a disgruntled expression and a bigger blush.

“Cleanse your body for tonight and show your beautiful form worthy of setting foot in my bedroom.”

As Freya started to leave, Ali almost made a move to escape before Freya turned her head to give a last declaration.

“I said I’m not letting you get away. It wasn’t  a threat, just a fact. My Familia is watching this mansion right now.”

Ali then became aware of the eight executives looking down on the scene from above.

As for Iru, the reincarnator just gave a dull glance at Freya before reaching from the leaf fan that had been used to cool her down until recently.

He then whacked Freya’s rear with it.

“Eep! Iru!” The goddess suddenly lost all dignity as she yelped like a little girl.

“You were getting a bit too horny there. Let the girl decide if she wants to roll in the hay with you.”

The people froze at how Iru the goddess that saved them.

Eight fanatics moved as one.

Iru jumped from the couch just before Allen fell on it, spear first.

Hogni’s cursed blade was deflected by a kick.

Iru landed and Hedin’s spear staff missed his head as he crouched before mule-kicking the elven mage away.

Iru then backed away from Ottar’s bulk before he could crush the bunny with a two-handed strike.

In comparison to that, the coordinated strikes from the Gulliver Brothers were easily parried and dodged until Iru managed to get Allfrig in a guillotine headlock.

“Damn. Closest thing to teamwork the eight of you ever pulled off. I would be flattered if it wasn’t because you were hopeless horndogs!”

“You are taking far too many liberties with the goddess.” Hedin replied and pushed his glasses up his nose. “This needs punishment.”

Iru wasn’t going to let it go that easily. A vein sprouted on his forehead as he tightened his hold on Alfrigg’s neck to the point the Pallum was actively tapping Iru’s thigh in surrender. 

“And you were ordered to stay home. Seems to me Freya needs her pets to be trained until they obey.”

Iru and the other executives glared at each other, with the obvious exception of Allfrigg who was starting to foam at the mouth.

Iru let him go. While the Pallum took a breath of sweet, sand-laced air, the rabbit grabbed him by a foot and threw him outside of Leodo’s walls.

“Come get me, assholes!” Iru taunted as he followed the eldest Pallum sibling’s trajectory.

As the seven adventurers chased after Iru, Freya giggled while Horn sighed.

“They’re getting along so well.”

Ali looked at the crazy goddess and wondered how she could escape her clutch.