《The Daily Life of Akashi Takabi (Draft I)》Chapter XXX: Reminder of the Basic Human Rights Issue
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Reminder of the Basic Human Rights Issue
The me from my past life floats above me. It’s been a week since the Knight’s Banquet. I wonder what’s taken him so long to decide to speak to me after it?
“I suppose that was passably done.” they tell me.
…A compliment wouldn’t cost much, right…?
…Actually, no, it would, wouldn’t it?
Across both my lives, I’ve somehow managed to compliment someone only a single time. Sure, I’ve complimented people’s work, but never someone themself.
As such, any compliment coming from me means far more than a compliment from someone who compliments others often, right?
The one compliment I gave was to a female friend, and I remember it distinctly because my face almost went anime levels of red. Mostly in embarrassment. It was around a year before I died. Quite long ago, from my perspective.
“...I suppose it’s better than I can do.” they sigh
…haaa.
Fine.
“Anyways, I didn’t come here to congratulate you.” my other self tells me, looking serious and somber.
“I came here to let you know that you forgot to deal with the slaves living in this household. I can’t believe you forgot about such a violation of human rights happening quite literally right under your nose.” my other self tells me.
…
I’m not sure how to reply.
I feel guilty…
I should have taken at least a look at the situation when I had time…
“I’ll go fix that right away.” I tell my other self, having the guilt leak out of my voice more than necessary.
My other self’s expression goes back to normal.
“Good. Now, before I go, I’m gonna tell you to just custom order a miniature spear for yourself. We’re both well aware that you’re bad with a knife. Even if the main advantage of a spear, it’s reach, is most, it’s still far better than using a knife. I’m not sure why you haven’t thought about just getting a custom order yet.” they tell me. After saying that, they leave.
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I’m left sitting in darkness.
Seems my dream is yet to be over.
My dream heads to a place in my memories I don’t want it to go.
Rira and Betha’s funeral.
It’s not a very clear memory. Feeling like you’re dead does that.
I push the dream away.
End.
I don’t want to think about this right now.
To my surprise, it does end, returning my mind to darkness.
I should wake up. Take a look at the situation with the slaves.
Though I’d like to, I realize it’s dumb to do such a thing without first finding out if they could even survive as freemen and free woman.
While their existence likely is horrible, slaves who haven’t been anything other than a slave for a long while would likely not be capable of surviving on their own. It’s not something I really want to think about, while slaves that are used as servants, and slaves used for labor wouldn’t have to many issues surviving, those used for…Err…uhh…s-sexual needs, wouldn’t be capable of surviving on their own.
This society places importance on one’s purity, and loyalty, if they are marrying in a submissive position.
Only the very best looking men and women would be able to marry someone while they are no longer pure, and that’s sometimes a stretch.
Those who want to be in a dominant position, or love purity, would rather die a virgin or work for years of their life to buy a slave, than do it with someone impure.
Those who don’t have such strong will, or don’t care as much about being submissive or purity, become the people in the submissive position.
It’s a system that works well enough.
Though it doesn’t work well when it comes to equal relationships, those aren’t something that are common.
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While on average, there is equality, on a basis between individuals, there’s almost no such thing.
It’s ingrained into the culture of the region.
…getting rid of slavery will be really hard, won’t it?
At the very least I can do my best. If all else, at least I’ll make it not as bad.
I shut my eyes within my dream. No point in keeping them open, if I’m only going to see darkness.
Shutting my eyes makes me feel like time’s faster. I’ll just wait for my dream to finish.
The early morning sunlight hits my eyes.
I look at the clock.
Roughly 6 in the morning.
I sit up.
…I feel like I’m in a bad mood right now.
But regarldess, I must to go check on the situations with the slaves. I do hope, it isn’t too bad.
I change into proper noble attire, before calling for a servant to get Bedo for me. Wouldn’t it actually be faster to have someone who knows who the slaves are round them up first?
I wait at my desk for him.
It’s not long before, as always, Bedo appears before me.
“I’m sure you’re well aware that I have a… distaste… for slavery. Please gather all the slaves in the household in the dungeon. I’m going to fix the problem.” I tell Bedo
…I don’t think that came out quite how I wanted it to. I don’t believe that really matters, though.
I’m worried there’s some slaves in the dungeon that can’t be moved. Who knows what my… father… has done.
“As you wish, Master.” Bedo replies with a bow.
He makes his way out of the room.
I wonder just how many slaves there are?
I really hope there’s not many… it’s practically an impossibility that there’s none, but I won’t feel as guilty for putting it off for as long as I have if there’s not many of them.
It’s not long before Bedo comes back to get me.
He leads me down to the dungeon.
We stop in front of a door. The door that is the dungeon’s entrance.
I’m somewhat reluctant to go in. Reluctant to deal with the problems inside.
I sigh deeply.
Alright.
Bedo opens up the door for me, and I head inside.
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