[Do you wish to house Eleonora in the corresponding pen? (»Merging into other pens is possible later!) [YES/NO]]

"Yes, Please."

As soon as I pressed YES—

1cm? 1mm? 1nm? 1pm?

The greatsword, which had come close enough to slice off a chunk of my hair, stopped dead in its tracks right there.

"W-What is this... Why won’t my body...!"

1 second? Perhaps even less than that.

Eleonora, who had intended to make my left eye and right eye look at each other, questioned why her body wasn’t moving according to her will, then shouted as if she had realized something.

"What have you done to me again! Speak! Just what the hell did you do to me—"

[Master Breeder! Pen Rules! Specify the rules for the pen!]

Pen Rules?

Simultaneous with my muttering, the pen containing Eleonora and me began to glow. The light started from the floor and soon reached the borders and walls of the pen, reminiscent of buying land in a mobile board game.

[I apologize for not informing you in advance due to the emergency.]

The lights converged to form a single screen in front of me, followed by a message window.

[Strictly speaking, I am not permitted to act outside of the Master Breeder’s intentions. However, since an unforeseen situation threatened the Master Breeder’s life, I took the liberty of rudely designating a part of this Pen Rule on my own authority. I apologize.]

The SD Character—who, just moments ago, had been acting cheeky and begging for a flick to the forehead—now bowed deeply toward me. She wore a bright dress indicating high status, had pink hair, and wings on her back, appearing alongside the apology from the message window.

"Hmm, I’ll demand compensation for that later."

[Eeeh?! Even though I bowed my head like this?! To demand compensation even after I personally bowed my head?! I saved your life, you know!]

"No can do. I’m not letting this slide. I have no intention of going easy on you!"

I nearly died, you know?

The polite attitude of apology vanished instantly as the SD Character began to fly around huffing and puffing. However, despite her complaints, she didn’t argue further, as if admitting she had nothing to say regarding her mistake.

"Anyway, about these Pen Rules..."

[The Sow Eleonora cannot harm the Breeder, Rafe Vesper.]

This sentence occupied the very top line of the message window, which consisted of a total of five lines. It seemed to have been set in a hurry.

Just writing that single sentence placed a restriction on Eleonora’s actions?

[By the way, she really is a violent sow! To think she snapped Mithril chains with sheer strength!]

"Mithril?"

[It’s the hardest metal in the world, possessing the property of becoming harder the more mana it absorbs. It usually has an absolute effect on those who possess mana, but for her to destroy it with simple muscle power...]

Is this what they call ’solving it with guts!’?

She’s becoming more and more to my liking. This Knightess... this sow.

"So, since it’s the first day of cohabitation and I felt I inadvertently caused a situation similar to kidnapping, I was going to show some special consideration even for a sow... but you try to cut me down?!"

"Ughhh... J-Just a little moooore...!"

At the same time, she is an incredibly insolent sow!

Just lifting my head slightly revealed that not only was my hair cut, but blood was trickling down from a stinging scratch. I didn’t need to check to know that it was a terrifyingly sharp blade.

Moreover, having seen it earlier, I knew that greatsword was about the size of a child. To think she could swing it around like a pair of chopsticks.

Is there any Hunter in S city capable of such a feat?

Furthermore, the thrill of escaping the shadow of death—which had approached without warning, to the point where the reality that I almost died hadn’t even sunk in yet—was enough to prompt a natural urge to teabag her.

"Hahaha! What a shame, Eleonora! If you were just 1mm closer, if you had swung that sword just a little faster, you would have smashed my skull and split me cleanly in two, from my brain down my spine to my Cock!"

"What... have you done to me...! What kind of trickery is this!?"

Eleonora, filled with shock at the unknown force preventing her from cutting me and seeing me repeatedly squatting and standing beneath her frozen blade, demanded an explanation.

"Shall I answer you?"

"Who are you! What exactly are you! I have never heard of a strongman capable of inflicting such disgrace upon me!"

Huff...! Huff...!

The fierce warrior woman, reminiscent of a lioness, roared at me, but I wasn’t afraid. As proof that she was straining with all her might to strike me down even now, beads of sweat formed on her well-defined abs, and her breath was rough from the exertion.

"Actually, maybe it’s not that I’m the strong one, but that you are the weak one?"

"What? You may have survived through sheer luck just now, but how long do you think that luck will last!"

Eleonora retracted her greatsword. Was she intending to separate my upper body from my lower body this time? I felt a gust of wind, and when I came to my senses, the sharp edge of the greatsword was already right against my flank.

But again, the blade stopped right before it could even graze the work clothes I was wearing.

"What on earth... is this...! What is it! What is it, I say!"

"I must kill him..."

"?"

"You’re thinking, ’I must kill him. I must kill this man who is mocking me with wicked tricks I’ve never heard of,’ right? But do you think that will work?"

Was I always this bold, busy teasing someone who was straining so hard to kill me? No, perhaps it was the excitement caused by the scent of blood filling my nose as the blood from my forehead trickled down between my brows.

"You are a pig. A sow. I don’t know where you rolled in from, but the one certain fact is that you are a sow, and I am your Master."

"Shut up!"

Thrusting, slashing, chopping.

I couldn’t see the process of the sword swinging, but I was roughly guessing based on the position of the blade stopping right before touching my body.

While Eleonora swung her sword like a fan, creating wind that blew this way and that like a spinning electric fan, I continued speaking without a care.

"Actually, this is my first time handling a sow that pretends to be human like you... but congratulations! You have the honor of being the first to undergo my Sow Breaking!"

"I will... tear that mouth... apart...!"

I originally planned to be gentle, but seeing this cheeky sow threaten my life over and over again, I felt like showing her a painful lesson.

"Tear? My mouth? You? How? With those hands? Or with the sword?"

"I will leave that choice to you. You choose. The sword? Or my hands?"

Hierarchy.

It is a relationship established not only among beasts who worship the survival of the fittest in the wild, but also among humans who think themselves superior to beasts, placing others beneath them through various means such as wealth, education, and age.

A relationship that everyone unconditionally experiences at least once while living in this world...

"Hands? Sword? But what meaning is there in choosing?"

"Have you gotten scared now? Indeed, even if you don’t choose... I—Huh?!"

Thud—!

The sword dropped from Eleonora’s hand. Then, the body of the female knight, who had been standing proudly on two feet, seemed to fall toward the floor. Denying the bipedalism that symbolizes human evolution, she planted both hands on the ground.

"What is this...! My body... again...!"

"What’s wrong? Didn’t you say to choose between hands or sword? But where does a sow have hands or a sword? You only have front legs and front paws."

"Kuh, huuuugh...?!"

[Sows must remain on all fours within the pen (Hands and feet, knees must not touch the ground).]

At first, I wondered if I had to write it with a pen or something, but the moment I thought about setting the rule in my head, it wrote itself effortlessly.

"My body... won’t stand up...?!"

No matter how hard she strained, her body wouldn’t rise. Flustered, Eleonora immediately lifted her head to glare at me.

"You baaaaaaastard!!"

"Oh-ho, look at her. She still thinks she’s some high-and-mighty bitch. A sow not knowing her place..."

"I’ll kill you! I will kill youuuuu!!"

"I’ve been hearing that for a while now, so when exactly are you going to kill me? Hmm?"

I leisurely circled around Eleonora, then flopped my butt down onto her back, sitting on her. I could feel the vibrations of deep rage trembling beneath me. Even with a ferocious wild boar right in front of my eyes, my life was guaranteed?

’...Sow breaking. This might be better than I thought?’

[As expected, Master Breeder! I told you! You pretend on the outside, but actually, you’re a huge pervert and totally lewd!]

Shut up.