The Freed S*aves Became Obsessed

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of The Freed Slaves Became Obsessed

"Oh, right. How about Mirabel, Mirabel?"

The moment I gave her the name, the girl who had been staring blankly with lifeless eyes suddenly raised her head, her pupils dilating in shock.

It was, after all, her real name.

Her parents had spent countless sleepless nights deciding on that name, one meant solely for her, a name that held significance just for her. But as a slave, Mirabel had been stripped of her identity. No one bothered to ask her name, and her only designation became "Number 17" once she was deemed worthy of being sold.

Mirabel herself had chosen not to reveal her name. She had decided to discard it. After all, her mother was dead, and her father had abandoned her.

To Mirabel, her name was nothing short of a curse.

And now, the curse she had thrown away had been returned to her, through a man she had just met. This man, who called himself a gentleman, grinned slyly, as if he knew more than he was letting on.

"Do... do you know me?" Mirabel asked cautiously.

"What do you mean?" I replied innocently.

"The name you just gave me... it's my real name," she whispered, her voice filled with suspicion.

Could this really be a coincidence? Was it fate that a stranger gave her the same name she was born with?

Mirabel was sure that this man must know her somehow. He had bought her for a thousand gold, after all. Where could he have seen her before? Was he from her village?

"Yes, of course it's your name," I said with a casual smile. "I just came up with it."

He spoke with such a smooth, unreadable expression that Mirabel couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. She forced herself to speak again, her voice trembling.

"No, that's not what I mean. My name was already Mirabel before you gave it to me."

"Strange. Didn’t you say earlier that you didn’t have a name?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Th-that was..."

She had no response. The lie she had told earlier had come back to bite her, leaving her caught in her own trap.

It felt like falling into a snare, and she was deeply flustered.

Mirabel, feeling dizzy, repeated her question, grasping at straws.

"Do you... really know me?"

"How could I? Do you know me?" I asked.

Mirabel shook her head slowly.

"This is the first time I’ve seen you as well," I said calmly.

In person, that is. After all, I had only seen her through my computer screen before. I wasn’t technically lying, just omitting some details.

Of course, Mirabel didn’t believe me so easily. She avoided my gaze, casting nervous, wary glances at me, as though trying to figure out my intentions.

Before she could ask anything more, I cut her off.

"I didn’t choose the name Mirabel for any particular reason. I just thought it suited you best."

"Suited me... best?" she asked, confused.

"Yes. The name Mirabel comes from the word miracle. A miracle is something mysterious and beyond human understanding. I felt that you carried that kind of mysterious aura. In all my years as a slave trader, having seen mages, priests, and even elves, I’ve never encountered anyone quite like you."

Mirabel’s expression shifted again, disbelief written all over her face. When she had once asked her mother why she was given that name, her mother had also said it was derived from the word miracle. Not because of some mystical aura, though, but simply because her mother had considered her birth a miracle—something precious.

Despite the convincing words, Mirabel’s suspicions didn’t completely fade. The name still carried a heavy burden in her heart.

"Yes."

I glanced up and down at her current outfit.

For a slave about to be sold at the carnival, Mirabel was surprisingly clean. But the ragged scraps she was wearing couldn’t be called clothes. She needed something more appropriate.

"But why?" she asked, suspicious.

"What do you mean, why?"

"Well, I may not know much about the world, but I know that most slaves don’t get fancy meals or new clothes. Why are you doing this for me?"

"Not always. The noblewoman who was bidding on you earlier would’ve done the same, I’m sure."

"But you’re... the Slave Hunter, aren’t you? A slave hunter wouldn’t be nice to someone without a reason," she said, her tone laced with doubt.

"You’re right. As a trader, I don’t offer kindness without expecting something in return. Keep that in mind. It’s a good instinct to have," I replied without hesitation, acknowledging the truth.

After all, everything I did for her was ultimately for my own benefit.

And for what was yet to come.

A sly grin spread across my face.

"Mirabel, you’re going to satisfy my personal desires," I said mischievously.

"Whimper..."

Mirabel let out a soft whine, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

I chuckled at the sight before me.

The clothes I had given her? A maid outfit. And not just any maid outfit—a short one that left her legs exposed from her thighs to her ankles, complete with white garter belts!

She tugged at the hem of the skirt, trying to pull it down, but it was no use.

I chose it to be short on purpose.

I had prepared it long in advance, knowing I would dress her in it eventually. I had a pretty good idea of her size based on the in-game stats. I hadn’t expected it to suit her this perfectly, though.

She looked just like a character from an erotic manga. The normally shy Mirabel now glared at me with a mixture of shame and indignation.

"Why... why are you making me wear this? What are you going to do to me?"

"I just thought it would suit you."

"What...?"

"It’s my taste."

There was no other reason. It wasn’t like I was planning to have her clean the house or use her as a sex slave. It was just that... I mean, how could I resist putting a cute girl like her in a maid outfit?

How could anyone pass up the opportunity to see their favorite 2D character come to life in the real world?

Mirabel the Witch... dressed as a maid. Oh man, this is priceless.

That was all the reasoning I needed.

"Now that we’ve taken care of everything, it’s time to leave."

"Leave? Where are we going?"

The next destination had been clear from the beginning. After rescuing Mirabel, there was only one place to go.

"The city of magic and mystery—Libria."

It was time to start the Make Mirabel a Grand Witch project.