Having finished their business, Ian and his party returned from the Monster Market.
It was late afternoon.
Usually, it was a time when everyone would be spending their time individually, but right now, they were all gathered in the lounge.
It was because of something Ian had bought at the market.
Most of the materials had been delivered to the warehouse due to their size, but there was one thing he had brought back personally.
'....'
'....'
Everyone gathered in the lounge, quietly staring at what Ian had purchased from the market.
He had always been someone who boldly bought unexpected things out of the blue, but...
What Ian had purchased this time was... a person.
Everyone's gaze moved back and forth repeatedly between Ian and the single mercenary slave standing beside him.
The Master... bought a slave.
In a situation where it was difficult for anyone to say anything, they kept glancing and reading each other's countenances.
