Classroom To Another World's

Floral

There were many slaves in different cages. They are shown like animals in a zoo. Their lives cannot be said to be worthy. They were very dirty and smelly, especially the slave traders did not care about their cleanliness. Among the many slave captives here, there is one that attracts Dayat's attention.

This one slave is in a cage by himself, there are no friends. He was locked up in iron bars in the shape of a small volume box. So small, he can only sit with his legs bent. His place, he was dried under the hot sun without drinking. He has short silver hair. His skin was white with several cuts and bruises. His ribs protrude from his chest. Very sorry indeed. Moreover, she is a little girl.

Dayat approaches. He was lured into placing the girl apart. He asked, "Hello, can you talk?"

There's no answer. The girl looked up at Dayat with blank eyes. The aquamarine pupils in his eyes stared at the void. If it had to be said, he was someone with no hope of life. Life has fallen apart and there is no hope of living. Even if he were to live, his life would be meaningless. The only reason why he continued to live was that he was not allowed to die and he was afraid of death.

"The slaves are quiet, Mr. Customer."

Dayat immediately turned around, and found the slave merchant behind him. "Uh, well, I wonder why she's in a separate place. I see, the other slaves are grouped according to their tribe or origin."

"He's kind of unique." The merchant advanced ahead of Dayat. He stopped and crouched down right in front of the cage of the slave girl in the iron bars. "He was not a slave that we caught from the wild, he was handed over to us by his parents. Sure, we're paying his parents."

"In other words, did her parents sell her?" Dayat.

What is the difference between giving in with rewards and selling?

"This is the word game of the merchants, sir." He showed his face with a faint smile on Dayat. "Aren't the parents who sold their children cruel and heartless? We simply change the term from selling to giving. But either way, both of them still have the same action."

"The merchants are cheating, huh? They're good at playing words." Dans approaching. He stood in line with Dayat.

"Already, already, do not think about the trader. Now I just remember when this one slave is our slave who best fits your criteria. He previously lived in human territory before being sold to us." The merchant looked at the slave girl not as a human, he looked at her as an animal. In fact, the form of the girl is very similar to humans.

"Is that so? Give details!" dans Pinta.

"This girl. her father was a mixed race between a harpy demon and a tiger beastman. Then her mother was a mixture of humans and elves. His parents were not welcome anywhere because of their race. From there, because they cannot live in obscurity, and because the mother and herself are similar to humans, they both live in human territory while the father works outside."

"Heh... It's a very sad story, huh?" comment Dayat.

"That's where we found him. Well, we made a small agreement with both her parents. The point is, they have to give up the kid if they want to be ignored."

"Then, are they both parents?" ask Dans.

"Dead. Both died of depression" replied the merchant indifferently. He killed a cockroach in the bathroom. There is no price for non-human life. His flat face glanced at Dans and Dayat.

"intriguing. In other words, she is ¼ devil, ¼ harpy, ¼ forest walker, and ¼ human. More specifically, he inherited the harpy gene which is a bird demon, tiger man, and forest dweller. Then, he also inherited the wisdom of homo sapiens. I wonder what he will be in the future. How much?" ask Dans.

"Eh? Are you sure you want to buy it? He might not be of any use to you two. He's just a little kid."

"Use it or not, it is we who decide" said Dayat. "Your job is to take care of the administration." He smiled confidently. I was so sure of having that little girl. Even if it wasn't for profit, it felt like he still wanted to take it.

That way, the two of them bought the little girl as a slave. The price is relatively cheap. In accordance with the estimated performance by slave traders. It was not without reason why he was thought to be useless. The girl was a little girl, about 8 years old. There was no way he could do such a rough job at his age. To general knowledge, his mental age was still lacking. At best he could only bring drinks. It will be very slow too. Signs of uselessness were already visible when they left the slave shop.

Instead of being served, they serve. On the way home Dayat carried the girl on his back. The girl still had a blank stare with no hope of life. Instead of easing the work, he added work. Not to mention the dirty clothes and the smell is very disturbing.

"Why should I carry her!"

'Fufufu, it's nice to be considered a woman. Will you spend the night with me tonight?'

At the inn, they attract attention. Their new kids stink so much. Dayat went to their room on the second floor. Meanwhile, Dans makes a request at the receptionist to bring a large bales to their room. The receptionist knew if they wanted to bathe their slave. He declined. He only allowed after Dans promised to clean any wet marks in their room later.

In the room, Dayat uses water and fire magic to fill the tub that has been provided using warm water. He used a foam generator from the sapindus seeds of the rarak. It was rather agonizing when he had to bathe a little girl. Elsewhere, Dans went outside to buy women's wear. His mind was tormented when someone asked, "Who's clothes for?", "Kok, you buy clothes for girls. Small size again? What's the matter, Mas?", or, "Heh, kidnap that kid is not good. Want me to report?"

Anyway, both of these men are suffering.

"Huh.huh...huh…." Both are breathing heavily. They sat on the floor, bowed in exhaustion. In front of them was a slave girl sitting on the bed. He was wearing new clothes.

She, this boy, was wearing a yellow dress with a pink ribbon wrapped around her waist. Her short hair had been neat with hairpins tying bangs. At his feet, he wears pink shoes. His body was clean and fragrant, thanking Dayat for his hard work. She already did not resemble a slave, she would be viewed as an ordinary city girl. The problem is, his eyes are still empty.

" I never thought it would be this hard to take care of a slave" complained Dans.

"Anta mending's. Lah me? mandiin is under pressure, bro," Dayat said.

"Stupid, I'm also under mental stress. I don't know if I'm asked anything."

The katana on Dans' back turned into black fog. The fog wandered into the room before finally becoming Suzuka who sat next to the slave girl. The kimono woman wrapped her hand at the slave—hugging her. He said, "It is, already, it is indeed the duty of men to work hard for the sake of women, khukhukhu. Now, what are you going to call him? There's no way you're gonna call him you, you, or hey, right?"

"yes too. What's his mother we give him?" muttered Dans.

"I'm not short of naming..," Dayat added.

The two looked at the ceiling, waiting for an inspiration to fall into their heads. It's hard to get a name idea. They never thought it would be this difficult. Usually, in the lesson of creating a dialogue, they will name the character with Tono or Tina. Just make it careless. But in real life, they can't give a real name. There must be a.

"What about Me!" dayat.

"Blue?" Suzuka tilted her head.

"Strue is a word that comes from blooming. My hope is that she will become like a flower that blooms later on. As a combination of the four races, I want her to be a flower that blooms in all sorts of colors."

"Blue?" Dans rubbed his chin. "Not bad."

"Alright, from today your name is Sekar!" Dayat pointed at Sekar. He smiled happily and cheerfully. It was so clear on his face. Dans also Suzuka felt an aura of happiness from Dayat who was like a parent when she saw her son take the first step in learning to walk. "I'm sure it's a good name…."

"Ciee, who is like a father," said Dans.

"A-What? Where am I wrong?" Dayat.

"Khukhukhu, do you like little girls?" Suzuka giggles.

"What are you talking about?"

A commotion broke out between the three of them. Unbeknownst to them, Sekar muttered something. He nodded at his new name. "L-r…." He uttered with disconnection every tribe he said. In his mind, he felt a warmth that he had long longed for. A memory of a parent he almost forgot.