The Crown Prince Who Raises Alt Characters

#Chapter 270 Evil Boss Nigel (19) - A Certain slave's Diary [Today I received a gift called a diary from my master. I had been struggling because there were so many new things to learn lately, and seeing this, my master gave it to me saying 'it will help you organize your thoughts'. I was very happy but also troubled about what content I should write, and my master said 'just write about what happened that day or anything that comes to mind randomly'. To show such kindness even to an ignorant slave like me, my master is truly a merciful person.] 『Sleeping Quarters』 [Before serving my master, I had to sleep at best covered with rotting straw mats or even without those, curled up on bare ground, but now I wake up in a cloud-like bed and blankets, feeling their soft texture and cozy fragrance. My bed is graciously the same size as the bed in my master's room, which my master called 'double' size. It seems like a size where three people could sleep without much problem, but I don't understand why it's called double. I once had a chance to briefly see Princess Fariza's bedroom, and while the size of the bed itself was larger than the Princess's, the performance seemed better on this side. As I was grinning thinking that my master's possessions are more excellent than even royal possessions, for some reason Princess Fariza, who had been staring wide-eyed throughout our conversation, made a tearful face. Did she catch an eye disease or something?] 『Clothing』 [The clothing I'm wearing is something my master commissioned from a local craftsman. It's said to be the attire that servants wear in that central region, but for some reason my master looked extremely flustered when he received the finished clothes. When my master protested asking why the coverage and exposure level were like this, the craftsman explained that if it's clothes for a maid to wear, naturally it should be this much. My master, who was about to argue back, checked some dancer's outfit and then closed his mouth. My master seemed to want to discard the finished clothes and commission completely new ones, but when I said it was fine, he eventually accepted the clothes with a somewhat reluctant expression. I think saying it was fine back then was still a good choice. Because my master's gaze says so!] 『Misunderstanding』 [Slaves who are first purchased by my master often think of him as a vicious and heartless slave owner. This is because my master threatens them saying 'I am a slave owner without mercy'. But we senior slaves, including myself, look at the frightened junior slaves with very pleased faces. This is because we already know that those words of our master are not his true feelings, but merely a facade to hide his embarrassment. Employee dormitories, employee cafeteria, employee uniforms, employee training, employee currency, and so on. The reactions of newcomers who are stunned as each element is explained one by one are so refreshing that some senior slaves even volunteer to guide new slaves on their days off.] 『Secretary』 [The role I received from my master is secretary. My job is overall business assistance for my master and management of the trading company. Honestly speaking, I can't say it's such a great job. Without any single task to focus on steadily, it's just touching on various things here and there. Mr. Kasim, who is in charge of accounting, shook his head saying 'this has exceeded the level where you can say such things', but honestly I think it's an exaggeration. If my master's great abilities are like the sun, then my abilities are at most like a candle. My master once said 'Come to think of it, don't you have a lot of work? If it's hard, you could just pass my personal errands to someone else', but that's ridiculous. When I insisted strongly that I was fine and had plenty of time, my master looked puzzled but let it pass saying 'I see'. It was very fortunate.] 『Internal Cleanup』 [This workplace where I work with my master is paradise. As a former slave, I can assert this. But humans are very foolish unlike my master, so even while tasting such happiness, they say various seditious things or commit troublesome actions. Using some tricks during work or complaining about food - well, I can understand that. It's not that I don't feel they're making spoiled complaints, but since they are human, I suppose it can happen. However, slanders saying that my master does nothing, or that he just brings products from somewhere, throws them down and just plays around for the rest, are absolutely unforgivable. Those maggots from the gutter, no, those bastards like intestinal waste stuck to camel hooves. How dare they insult my great master? Fortunately, not all employees were such ungrateful people. Especially those who, like me, were former slaves rescued by my master, possessed loyalty that would never be shaken by such 'nonsense'. Thanks to that, internal cleanup went smoothly. Those who got jobs as disguises to spy from the beginning are also gradually increasing, and it seems I'll need to continue working hard on internal cleanup together with my comrades.] 『Prince』 [Among our employees, there is a prince. He is Prince Omad Baharah, the third prince of the Baharah Family. He uses the name Mato within the trading company, and the fact that his true identity is Prince Omad is known only to the executives and two people appointed to the prince's 'dedicated team'. Among the trading company employees, there are often cases of looking down on 'non-slave origin' employees as people who have lived comfortably, but Mato is such a diligent employee that even such people unconsciously nod their heads. But that Mato appeared at work one day with a very, very serious expression. He revealed to his direct superior Mr. Kasim that his identity was a prince, then requested that he needed to have a very important conversation with my master. Mr. Kasim showed a startled reaction as if he couldn't have imagined Mato's, no, Prince Omad's identity, and it was such realistic acting that even I would have been fooled if I hadn't known the truth beforehand. Unexpectedly, he might have more talent in acting than accounting. My master, who received the report from Mr. Kasim, also showed similar acting, but unfortunately it was quite awkward and unnatural acting. For some reason, if Prince Omad hadn't been extremely nervous, it would have been immediately exposed. But I think such a master is also cute and nice. But the relaxed atmosphere was only momentary. The story Prince Omad brought up was unexpectedly serious.] 『Threat』 [My master's abilities are very special. I've only heard about 'magic' through rumors and never actually seen it, but I believe without doubt that any magic would pale before my master's abilities. Therefore, the content about external forces possibly using force to target my master's abilities was all too realistic. There are plenty of people in this world who would do anything to get their hands on something noble and valuable. Prince Omad continued speaking earnestly while stiffly rigid as if tense, and the content was broadly divided into two things. One was that the Baharah Family had no intention of abandoning my master. And the other was that since they didn't know when or how enemies might attempt attacks, it would be good to have sufficient military strength, so if my master also had a 'force' backing him, they would like to know about it. When my master answered 'there's no force I can borrow strength from', Prince Omad nodded with a somewhat disappointed expression and then left.] 『Soliloquy』 [Even after the prince left, my master seemed quite dispirited. Not knowing that I was listening, my master muttered to himself, and the content was very ominous. Something about it slowly being the end. I must have heard wrong, right?] 『Old Grudge』 [While I was feeling depressed wondering what my master's soliloquy might mean, one day I was surrounded by some men. They weren't unfamiliar faces. The opponents were the human trafficking bandits who had captured me and handed me over to slave traders. There were no allies around, and the place was secluded. They probably prepared this environment deliberately targeting me. It was fortunate. Because I didn't need to control my strength either. When I smashed the weapons of about ten bandits and slammed their bodies to the ground, they made expressions of disbelief. It might have been because I was stronger than they had assumed. They were truly foolish. How could the past me and the current me, who received my master's grace and realized a reason to live, be the same? After capturing them alive, I took them to a place that my comrades sometimes used for secret conversations. The leader acted tough as if saying to go ahead and stab his belly if I wanted, but I didn't panic and asked my comrades to bring a certain medicine. What followed was simple. Oral ulcer medicine. When I applied what my master called Albusil to their wounds, they started spilling everything about their backers and purposes on their own. However, unfortunately, I couldn't get much information from the leader. As punishment for spouting insults toward my master, I poured oral ulcer medicine solution on his nail that had been torn off during the fight, and he fainted with his eyes rolled back. I felt no sympathy. I only regretted not being able to inflict greater pain.] 『Property』 [They seemed to be serving as some kind of advance team. The plan was to capture me and then make me spill information about my master. When those targeting my master actually revealed themselves, my comrades were greatly enraged. Some of them even shouted that they would take up swords and fight those bastards directly. I felt the same way. If it was to protect my master, I wasn't afraid of sword blades at all. However, my master stopped us from doing so. "You slaves are my property! Where do you think you're going trying to die recklessly!!" We pleaded desperately, but my master absolutely would not allow us to participate in combat. Instead, he handed over some items to the Baharah Family.] 『Secret Weapon』 [It was magical armor called blade-proof clothing. The Baharah Family literally jumped with joy upon receiving the mysterious armor that was light enough to wear like regular clothing, yet impervious to sword blades. Not only that, but he also handed over a weapon that shoots poison called capsaicin spray, and the warriors who confirmed its effects shuddered saying 'it would be better to get hit by a sword than this'. That assessment wasn't an exaggeration, as later when nomads invaded, Shurabasti's soldiers achieved victory with literally overwhelming results.] 『Slave Liberation』 [......My master said something unbelievable. "From today, you are no longer slaves!" It was like a declaration of an inescapable nightmare.]