The Fake Saint of a Reverse Harem Game

I heard a violent groan from Adrian’s side.

“Hiiing, hiiiiing!”

The man frowned, pointing at Rian, who nodded eagerly.

“It’s that bastard, right?”

“He is not a slave. I’ll find him his home soon and quickly send him back.”

Rian made a more intense whine at my denial. I laughed because he seemed to misunderstand what I said.

“Rian, why are you crying?”

“Drop it, throw it away, throw it away.”

Rian, who approached me quickly, slammed his head on my lap. I firmly opened my mouth, making eye contact with him, who was about to shed tears.

“Don’t throw it away. It’s going home, don’t throw it away.”

I glanced at his insinuation gauge floating above Adrian’s head. It was almost completely gone.

‘Now that there is only 13% left, it will be solved within a week.’

Then I, too, would buy that slave. Adrian, in my experience, wasn’t as ungrateful unlike that arrogant slave.

“Excuse me.”

Rather than repaying the favor, he wouldn’t be as lucky if he hadn’t taken my money bag.

“Why?”

“What’s your name?”

A man who was walking around the inn room with his hand in one pocket looked back at me.

“There’s no name for a slave.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Just call me whatever you want. Or call me Slave.”

I nodded nervously at the man’s sour reply.

“Yes, then… Mr. Slave? Mr. Slave, is it?”

When I called the man who looked like he was going to spend a week on food, he answered, tightening the knot on the hood that covered his face.

“Why do you call me, master?”

Master. It was quite an awkward name for me, who had no taste in that.

“Hmm. Anyway, I borrowed you for a week for a huge amount of money…”

The man’s head tilted when I coughed in embarrassment.

“But…”

“Then you have to pay for your meal.”

I borrowed him for a week, so I should use him to complete quests. I decided to use him as a worker to find Lucas.

“I knew it. You are indeed in love with me.”

What a misunderstanding it must have been for him to see me blush at the awkward relationship we now have as a slave and master. He approached me and raised my chin with his fingertip.

“Take it off.”

“What?”

Did this man just arrogantly order me?

Smiling and stroking my embarrassed face, he opened his mouth again, “Do you want me to take it off?”

The man reached out and tore my collar before I could even answer. With the sound of buttons being ripped off, a hot breath touched my exposed collarbone in an instant.

“I am very surprised that you asked me to pay for my meal.”

The tongue, which was exposed below through the rolled-up hood, was red like a human. I stared blankly at the man leaving a dark kiss mark on my collarbone.

‘This is… what’s going on?’

“Grrrrrrrrr…”

I was embarrassed, but I didn’t hate it, and I blinked slowly as I looked down at the long eyelashes of the man. But then I heard Adrian growling behind me.

‘Ah! Rian was watching.’

Only then did I realize Adrian’s existence and I pushed the man off of me.

“What? Why?” he raised his eyebrows irritably.

“You, you, and I… that wasn’t what I meant.”

Actually, I wanted to continue a bit, but Adrian, the target character, was watching from behind! I need to get a hold of myself!

The man’s forehead wrinkled with my words and said, “You said you’d make me work. Then what do you want me to do?”

I strode to the sofa table to escape his fierce gaze.

“Come and write this down.”

I’m looking for someone.

Name: Lucas

Appearance: Silver hair, purple eyes, very handsome

I’m looking for it desperately.

If you saw the above person, please inform the inn.

※ There is a reward

Of course, I didn’t write down how much the reward was. recalling the few resos left in my pocket, I presented the handmade leaflet to the man.

“Are you looking for a bastard who left? The master has a lot to raise,” he muttered as he scanned the leaflet.

I quickly raised my eyebrows, saying, “What are you talking about? It’s obviously a person.”

The man pointed to a portrait I drew recalling Lucas’ illustration, and clicked his tongue as if amazed.

“…I have no idea? Is this a person?”

“Shut up! Just copy and draw.”

The man sat down and began copying the leaflets.

Swipe.

I soon opened my eyes to a wide pile of leaflets piled up beside the table.

“Your hands are fast”

“I am a slave. If I’m not fast enough, I go back.”

“Then go out and put it on.”

The man’s yellow eyes narrow at my order.

“…only me, alone?”

“Yes.”

“What if I run away?”

His invisible mouth covered by the hood seemed to be smiling somehow.