The Elf Who Wants to Be Humiliated

Chapter 7 – The Theorad I Want to Live In

The sight of the elf looking down at me with an inexplicable smile sends chills down my spine.

Is this how a mouse feels when cornered by a cat? Right now, I’m so terrified of this situation that even breathing feels difficult.

But if I show any sign of distress, it would only confirm the elf’s suspicions. I touched the brooch at my neck and cleared my throat as calmly as possible.

“Hmm.”

Of course, inside I was screaming. Not just screaming—dozens of fragmented versions of myself were running around wildly like a mage who accidentally activated a world-ending magic circle. It was absolute chaos.

However, I was born into a noble family and trained in numerous social tactics. I must think calmly even in the most difficult circumstances.

‘Why on earth would an elf deliver the letter?’

I had instructed that letters be sent to Habid, so it would be proper for Habid himself to deliver any arriving letters.

Habid would certainly know this. So the fact that an elf, not Habid, brought the letter means…

‘It was intercepted…?’

Habid checks the mailbox every morning. Normally, he would have brought the letter tomorrow morning.

The fact that the elf brought the letter instead means the elf opened the mailbox and took the letter without anyone’s permission.

There are three main possibilities I can deduce from this.

‘Either the elf deliberately broke the mansion’s rules to be punished by me.’

The first hypothesis.

The elf is violating the mansion’s rules to appeal to me for punishment. The smile on their face isn’t from knowing the truth, but from anticipation of the punishment to come.

‘Or the elf noticed that I’m trying to return them.’

The second hypothesis.

The elf read the letter meant for me in advance and figured out the general situation. If so, the smile they’re wearing now could be interpreted as a happy contemplation of how to kill me.

‘Or possibly both.’

The third hypothesis.

This is the worst to think about, but it’s possible the elf intercepted the letter to be punished by me, then coincidentally discovered it was from a slave trader.

In this case, I would inevitably become the elf’s plaything.

‘Let’s calm down first.’

All three scenarios are terrible situations that shouldn’t happen in reality, but since something has occurred, I need to proceed somehow.

Staying silent won’t improve the situation.

If the third hypothesis is the worst case, the second is the next worst, and the first hypothesis is the best option. Praying that the first hypothesis is correct, I examined the seal on the letter.

‘There are no signs of it being broken or damaged…’

The wax seal not only indicates the sender’s rank or family but also serves as a security measure.

This means if someone other than the recipient tries to open the letter, traces would be left behind.

However, the seal on this letter is perfectly intact. It’s clear the elf didn’t physically open it.

I glanced at the elf before turning my attention back to the letter.

‘Is there a possibility they checked the contents using magic?’

I’ve never heard of clairvoyance magic, but an elf who has clearly reached the level of an archmage would certainly have their own unique magical system.

If they wanted to, seeing through a piece of paper would probably be easy for them.

But clairvoyance can’t be omnipotent. Could the elf really decipher the contents of a letter where the writing is tangled due to multiple folds of paper?

‘Indeed. It’s nearly impossible.’

Even if it were possible, it would take a long time to decode. If that were the case, they couldn’t have brought it here so quickly.

The possibility that they guessed the letter’s contents from the seal impression is also low.

The seal with a sailing ship and dolphin did not indicate the slave trader’s status or family. It was clearly a disposable seal used simply to seal the letter.

Then my first assumption is correct. This elf simply intercepted the letter to be sold to me.

Let’s hope there are no other intentions…

“Was there any mention of who the letter was for?”

When I asked to confirm, the elf nodded with innocent eyes.

“Yes, master. I brought it because there was a letter in the mailbox.”

“I see.”

I couldn’t tell if that was a lie or not, but I decided to believe it for now. It was better for my mental health that way.

Now it was time to check the letter. I turned my back to the elf and with trembling hands, broke the seal and took out the letter.

『To the great and dignified, renowned Lord Theorad of the Deharm viscounty.

My lord, I have received your letter.

I can clearly see what situation you must be in right now.

It’s unfortunate, but asking for a refund now? That’s absurd.

You called it an unfair contract, but what exactly was unfair about it? I answered your questions out of goodwill. Was I wrong?

If you had given me even a hint like ‘Is an elf over two hundred and fifty years old dangerous?’ I wouldn’t have felt so wronged.

And you said I was orphaned early? I’m sorry, but both my parents are alive and well. Whereas your parents… I offer my sincere condolences.

Ah, let me add that you needn’t trouble yourself trying to catch me. I’ve earned enough and am starting a new life in the Mahakan Duchy.

Surely you don’t intend to pursue me across the border? If that were to cause discord between the Empire and the Duchy, you should be prepared to face harsh words from His Imperial Majesty.

It’s getting cold. The witch is watching me with an unpleasant expression, so I’ll keep this brief.

May you live a peaceful and joyful life with your beautiful elf.

With regret, from the humble slave trader Jobila, who is infinitely beneath Lord Theorad, respected by all.』

A vein popped on my forehead.

‘This, this bastard…!’

He was ignoring me! This slave trader was clearly ignoring me!

What do you take me for! I am the master of the renowned Deharm viscounty, a nobleman among noblemen who also serves as vice-count with the trust of the Count…

“Master?”

…and a miserable, wretched life being oppressed by a deranged elf slave.

“Ahem.”

I cleared my throat, crumpled the paper, and put it in my pocket.

When I turned around, the elf was trembling. Her acting was top-notch, appearing anxious as if she had committed some great mistake.

So my first assumption was correct after all. Even if it wasn’t, the elf clearly wanted to be punished by me now.

But how could I punish her just for intercepting and delivering a letter? I couldn’t think of an appropriate way to reprimand her.

If other servants had made such a mistake, I would have simply told them not to do it again and sent them away. After pondering for a moment, I grabbed the elf’s hair.

“How insolent of a slave to rummage through the mailbox as she pleases.”

“I, I didn’t know that was wrong…”

“Don’t talk back, you impudent girl!”

I shouted as I pulled her hair upward.

“Hyaak!?”

The elf rose to her tiptoes and squeezed her eyes shut. She was gritting her teeth in pain and shedding a few tears.

It’s working! Good. Let me increase the level of punishment a bit more.

“The letter has your filthy fingerprints all over it, which disgusts me beyond words. How do you intend to alleviate my disgust?”

“I’m… I’m sorryyy…”

“Do I look like I’m standing here to receive apologies from a worthless slave like you?”

The elf, who had been trembling in feigned terror, half-opened her eyes to look up at me. In her moist red eyes, I could see my own scowling reflection.

The elf grabbed my wrists with both hands and began to speak tearfully.

“Y-yes, as the ill-bred sow that I am, I deserve punishment from my master. I’ll gladly accept any punishment, but please release this grip, master… it hurts so much…”

…Huh?

This wasn’t the development I wanted. I had planned to berate her a bit more and then end it with something like ‘I can’t stand the sight of you, get out of here!’

‘She wants more punishment here?’

For me, who hadn’t prepared any specific method of humiliation, this was like a bolt from the blue.

But if I sent her away now, my safety and the lives of my household would be in danger. I needed to devise some creative form of humiliation.

As I was frantically calculating in my head, a sudden thought made my eyes widen.

‘Sealing wax!’

And the letter. If I could properly utilize the connection between the two, I might be able to carry out a humiliation that would satisfy the elf.

“Very well.”

I released my grip on the elf’s hair, feigning an evil smile.

“If that’s what you truly want, I’ll oblige. Follow me.”

*

The study had always been a sacred place. It was a space only the head of the family could use, and no one could enter without the head’s permission, inspiring a sense of reverence.

Moreover, one wall of the study was adorned with portraits of ancestors who had led the Deharm viscounty, making the family tradition palpable.

“Come in.”

“Yesss…”

There, I became the first among all the family heads to bring a slave into the study. And a naked slave at that.

“I’m embarrassed…”

The elf entered hesitantly, covering her breasts with both hands. She made no attempt to cover her private parts, naturally drawing my gaze there.

To avoid any misunderstanding, let me clarify that I didn’t tell her to undress. When I mentioned punishment, she stripped on her own. This woman is truly insane.

After staring at the absurd elf for a while, I walked toward the desk.

Examining the desk, I found bead-type sealing wax and a melting spoon neatly arranged. The quill pen was the same. Fortunately. Using these, I might be able to get through today peacefully.

‘But still…’

I came here because the necessary materials were in the study, but is it right to perform such a filthy act in this sacred space?

I felt a pang of conscience and couldn’t bring myself to start. Cold sweat trickled down, and my hands trembled. I couldn’t even look toward the portraits.

But I had no choice. If I told the elf to leave after coming this far, it would be like booking a one-way ticket to the afterlife.

‘I’m sorry, Father. I’m sorry, ancestors.’

With tears in my heart, I turned to face the elf.

Beneath her red eyes, which gleamed clearly in the moonlight, was a frightened expression. Yet, there was a hint of anticipation in her faintly smiling lips.

So, it can’t be helped.

“Let’s begin today’s sexual torture.”

For my survival, I must humiliate this elf.