The Freed Slaves Are Obsessed-Chapter 224: Subjugation Is Another Name for Liberation

I stepped into the outside world with Elise.

Having drunk my blood and shown her submission with a kiss on the back of my hand, Elise was compliant.

It was impossible for her to resist.

We had made a Blood Bond contract.

The feeling of being connected to Elise was different from the shackles of servitude. I could feel her blood coursing through her veins, her heartbeat pounding vividly.

With just a thought, I could stop her heart.

The vampire's heart was in my hands.

That meant Elise’s story was over.

This version of Elise, as expected, was not Hansel and Gretel, but Damian.

The protagonist Sinclair struggles with the internal conflict of good and evil, seeking to find his true self.

Elise, who had dreamed of becoming a priestess, was half-vampire due to an experiment.

After enduring the cruel experiments of the church, which she had once thought represented the symbol of good, she began questioning the nature of good and evil. She sought to understand what true good was.

That was why she asked me about good and evil.

The good deeds of Elise, which I had once thought were like the breadcrumbs of Hansel and Gretel, were her internal struggle—her resistance against the temptation, trying to resist the forbidden pleasure of blood.

Next came her self-identity.

The vampire’s motif was the bat.

Since ancient times, bats have symbolized betrayal. They straddle the line between land creatures and birds.

That means they belong to neither world.

Elise, rejected by both the Church and demons, had no place to go. She endlessly questioned her true identity.

And now, the final reason I was sure this version of Elise was Damian.

Abraxas.

A being who combines the god of good, Yahweh, and the god of evil, Satan. A transcendent being that encompasses both good and evil.

Abraxas also symbolizes the concept needed for humans to accept all their inner elements harmoniously and to understand themselves fully.

This, too, was necessary for Elise to establish her identity. It was the reason she obsessed over hearing the voice of God.

She believed that the god of order was Abraxas. She was convinced that once she heard the prophecy, everything would be solved.

But no.

God is a spectator.

The prophecy will never come.

Thus, Elise’s Abraxas.

The one who carries a chaotic self and leads her to the right path.

That person is me.

I provide her a place when she has nowhere else to go, and I establish what she truly is.

Neither a saintess nor a vampire, but a slave. A slave belongs only at her master’s side.

By confirming that, I can solve the Damian version of Elise.

There’s also a trap.

Specifically, the master of the vampire blood running through Elise—Damian.

The Damian in the novel is the protagonist's helper, but here, it's the opposite. The only thing they share is the name. Their purposes are completely different.

"He probably set up the confusing coincidence with the same name on purpose."

Since I know this, I won't be swayed by him.

He’s still mixed in with Elise’s blood, but with the crimson ring, he cannot act freely.

And since my blood flows through her as well, his influence is reduced.

It will eventually disappear on its own over time.

"It's a shame I couldn't count it."

Although the Blood Bond was made, there is no change in the [N O V E L I G H T] system. I cannot free her or make any significant changes.

Still, she is cooperative, so through Mirabel, I can reattach the shackles. Whether she will be freed or not, that’s still uncertain.

"Master, are you here?"

I called for the waiting slaves.

The slaves greeted me warmly. But when they saw Elise, their expressions immediately soured.

Especially Lin and Arpia.

"Why are you next to the master?"

"I must stay by the master's side, as a servant."

"Just a moment ago, you attacked the master. And now you're here?"

"I am surely atoning for that. I was foolish before. I failed to understand the master's great will. But that won’t happen again."

"How can you believe that, Lin?"

Elise placed her hand on her chest.

"My heart carries the master’s blood. If I ever do anything that harms the master, my heart will burst and shatter, so rest assured."

"You drank the master's blood?"

Recalling that moment, Elise sighed sensually.

"Haa... It was incredibly sweet. To know that the master's blood is flowing through my body. I feel like I’ve become one with the master. It’s truly blissful."

"Yikes...! Master! I don’t like Lin’s words!"

What? You secretly stole energy from me earlier.

You have no right to say anything.

I’m already anemic from having my blood drained, and now, hearing you yell—I'm getting dizzy. A dry cough keeps escaping.

"Drink water."

"Please, drink water."

Arpia and Mirabel simultaneously offered water.

"I’ll give it to you, Arpia. I’ve always taken care of you. Even before I met you."

"But this is water made by spirits. It's far better for the body than artificial water made with magical power. If you truly care for the master, shouldn't you yield?"

The two of them exchanged tense glares.

Then, they quickly turned their heads.

"Here, master. Please drink this."

"Honey, drink this."

An unexpected competition. It felt like watching a competition among water filtration companies.

But there should only be one water filter at home. If you’re going to drink, you should choose the better water.

"I will drink it well, Arpia."

I drank the water made by the spirits.

Indeed, it was a different experience from regular water. The sensation of swallowing and the effects were on a completely different level. No wonder elves made a fortune selling water.

"Master, you... you abandoned me..."

Mirabel gazed at me like a forsaken puppy. Normally, I would drink from Mirabel’s bottle, but right now, my stomach is full...

"I’ve become worthless... I’m a useless maid. A useless slave has no value to live anymore. Please, end it with your own hands..."

"Give it to me."

I drank from the bottle again.

Two whole bottles.

Given that I’d already lost blood, I wondered if it was thinning it.

"Mirabel, please chain Elise."

"Yes. Could you please come over here?"

Mirabel and Elise faced each other. Lin and Arpia looked on from a distance, watching with envy.

Mirabel aimed the Celestial Oath at Elise. Deep blue magic flowed into her. Elise closed her eyes and quietly waited.

But then, as the connection was made, an unexpected change occurred.

[Vampire Elise version Damian liberation complete.]

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The bird breaks free from the egg. The egg is the world. To be born, one must destroy a world.

Elise has broken out of her egg. She has shattered the order that confined her and accepted a new faith.

What is almost a curse, servitude is, for some, another form of salvation. By becoming your subordinate, Elise realized who she truly is and where she belongs.

Elise defined her existence.

Her will is to answer your call, and her faith is to follow your will.

Her hand, which once longed for the voice of God, now only reaches out to touch you.

At your feet.

Under your command.

With your blood flowing through her body.

As your possession.

The bat, which had lost its way, no longer wanders, yearns, or struggles to prove itself.

Because you wanted her.

Because you accepted her.

That alone was enough.

God and devil.

Beginning and end.

Creation and destruction.

Salvation and corruption.

You were Elise’s Abraxas.

Elise’s liberation status is 100%.

Reward: 40,000pt granted.

Additional reward: Effect of [Generous Master] skill increased.

[Generous Slave Lv.MAX]

[Completely liberate the main slaves. Current status: 4/5]

The shackles weren’t removed, they were filled, but the liberation notification popped up.

Servitude, to some, is another form of salvation.

For Elise, who had nowhere to belong and wandered aimlessly, being bound was, in fact, her liberation.

She had escaped from a life of wandering. If that’s the kind of liberation it is, I understand it.

“Then, if I remove the shackles, will the goal score decrease?”

I’m curious, but I don’t plan on experimenting with that.

At least with Elise, I won’t have to hear her asking to be shackled again.

“That leaves one left, right?”

“Mirabel, now it’s time to...”

“Master!”

“Yes?”

“There’s something strange mixed within the Saintess’ body.”

Did she sense it while putting the shackles on Elise?

“It’s the vampire who injected me with his blood. A bad vampire.”

“Shall I get rid of it?”

“Can it be removed?”

“Of course!”

Mirabel answered enthusiastically, and once again placed her staff on Elise.

Soon, a dark red mist began to rise from Elise’s body, taking the shape of a human face.

“Krrrraaaak! Don’t separate us!”

Damian’s scream.

But the wind that followed soon scattered it into the air.

“Why are you screaming so loudly? It’s giving me a headache.”

Arpia flicked her hands.

Damian vanished with the wind.

“I’ve already had a headache from the noise in my head, but now it’s all clear. Thank you, little witch.”

“Don’t mention it!”

It’s convenient to have someone who handles magic well.

My best output as a slave merchant.

I’m proud!

“Now, Mirabel. It’s really time to...”

“Master! I think we need to handle the outside situation as soon as possible!”

“True, that’s a good point.”

At first, I thought it was by chance, but as expected, Mirabel was deliberately changing the subject.

She’s trying to avoid unshackling herself.

Should I just unbind her?

With Mirabel in this state, she’d probably be completely liberated.

Then, we can go back right away.

“...No.”

We still need to clean this place up. I need to wake Asees, who’s fallen into a deep slumber after being completely immersed in the fairytale.

Let’s deal with everything after that.

For now, I need to clean up the mess of the Holy Kingdom.

“How should I clean this up?”

Houses that have flown away and broken.

People fallen into despair.

Looking at the ruined city, everything feels dark.

Should I just run away?

I’m supposed to leave once all the liberation’s done, right?

A reckless thought crosses my mind, but I think if I just leave it as is, Elise would feel guilty.

If the slave causes trouble, the master must take responsibility.

But then.

“Mirabel.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Go and bring the old man here.”

Not long after, Mirabel brought Antonius.

“Yikes! Let go of this! I shouldn’t have interfered!”

“Hahaha, you look like a man but speak like a dog. Are you my father, by chance?”

The old man, floating in the air, struggled, but it was no use.

I couldn’t die alone.

You need to take responsibility too.