If You Devour Poison / Doku wo Kurawaba Sara Made

Chapter 39: Freaks

The money that Nasha's parents earned by selling her was by no means a meager sum.
For a family living in a countryside village, it was enough to last them a few years, even if they indulged in luxury and stopped working.
After spending a fortune on their son’s surgery, they managed to repay all the debts they carried and had enough left over to purchase land in the nearby town, as well as build a splendid mansion upon it.
They boasted to the nearby children that their "business was going well".
After the twins had left the village, Nasha’s parents moved into the new residence with their two eldest daughters. They had planned on living a comfortable life after their son’s convalescence at the hospital was over, watching over him as he matured.
However, their plans crumbled thanks to the [Family Rights] I had requested.
Since Morino had never met the Ancient Dragon Kharis, the thought of the documents being forged never crossed his mind. After all, the current Prime Minister held me, the former Prime Minister, in high regard. He was striving to become someone worthy of succeeding the [Prime Minister's post].
He couldn’t find out that I had ordered the Temple Knights, using the contract between Nasha's parents and Malacia as my basis, to demand that they return the payment they had received as the Sacrificial Priestess' family immediately.
At first, her parents were surprised to know that Nasha had become the Crown Prince's fiancée, and made merry, believing that they had become members of the Royal Family. In due course, they became aware that they had to immediately repay the amount they had received, as Nasha had failed to become the Sacrificial Priestess, and blanched at the prospect. The parents shouted, "Give us some time," and, "Now that Nasha is the Crown Prince's fiancée let her pay up," while the sisters were paralyzed with shock. Without waiting for a trial, they were imprisoned to be used as bonded labour.

"The parents couldn't be sold for a good price, you see. They were entrusted to a foreign slave trader, so even I don't know what happened afterwards. When thinking of ways to sell their two attractive daughters for a high price, the best option they had was the black market."

The sounds carried from the stage were no longer limited to just screams.
The bodily fluids released by the magical beast aroused females, promoted ovulation, and had the effect of transforming the body into one that greatly favoured fertilization.

"It isn't a bad outcome for those girls either. Magical beasts like that treasure the female that gives birth to its offspring."

Just like my words had conveyed, the black-haired Gigandi in the centre of the stage that had devoted itself to mating with the two females was now done releasing its semen. It gently licked the bodies of the females that were powerlessly unconscious on the mattress.

"Moreover, the puppies born will be sold for a high price. After giving birth a few times, it might be possible for them to pay off their debts."

Leaving aside the question of it being an extremely savage way to achieve it.

"......"

Silence was all I received as an answer.
I had completed my explanation without a hitch. The sturdy body of the man who hung his head did not even quiver.
His hand firmly held on to the handle of [Quistacis: He Who Controls Dragons].
Silently.
I continued to wait.
For Jolga's choice.
Before the dice I had tossed began rolling.

"How was it, Sir Jolga? Did you have fun?"

Before I knew it.
The obscene [Dog Show] that unfolded on the stage had ended.
Breaking the silence in the gallery, the one who parted the curtains and stepped in was the troupe leader Ducali, who triumphantly stroked his beard. With an unnatural smile plastered on his face, Ducali awaited Jolga's reply.

"......"

It was none other than [I] who pushed the sisters into hell.
Jolga must have understood that by now.
I had taught him its significance myself after all.
Jolga Von Oswein.
The noble Knight Commander protecting Palcemith.
A noble warrior loved by the war gods, whom all knights look up to.
If Jorga felt like it.
It wouldn’t be a challenge for him to crush the circus alone.
Now Jolga.
Choose.