"I shall now finalize the contract. May I confirm your Intelligence Cards?"
The slave trader stepped into the room.
"Yeah."
"Yes."
I held out my left hand. Roxanne came to my side and offered her arm as well.
It seemed Roxanne truly had just been anxious about whether I would actually return for her. Once I assured her it wasn't an issue, her reserved demeanor vanished.
Maybe I should have considered giving up on her at least once myself. That way, we would have been even. Then again, giving up on a beauty like her would have been impossible.
The slave trader muttered an incantation, and the Intelligence Cards materialized. Apparently, slave traders could manifest them just like village chiefs, knights, and innkeepers could.
The man continued to chant under his breath for a few moments more.
"The contract is finalized. Please, verify the cards for yourselves."
"Um, okay."
Roxanne held her hand out before me.
Roxanne < Female, 16 years old, Beast Fighter, Slave > Owner: Michio Kaga
"I see. It looks like the contract went through."
My name was listed on Roxanne's Intelligence Card.
I suppose the slave trader wasn't a con artist after all. Unless there was some kind of magic that could fake the display, but I had no way of knowing that yet.
Since she'd let me see hers, I held my arm out so she could see mine as well.
"Um... are you sure?"
Roxanne’s beautiful eyes searched mine, as if trying to gauge my intentions. Apparently, an Intelligence Card wasn't something one usually showed to a slave.
"Well, it’s not like I have anything to hide."
"Yes."
Roxanne looked over my Intelligence Card.
When I checked it myself afterward, I saw that the card had been updated.
Michio Kaga < Male, 17 years old, Explorer, Free Citizen > Owned Slave: Roxanne
My job was listed as Explorer. It really did seem like only the first job was ever displayed.
And there it was, in plain text: I was officially Roxanne's owner.