I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

"Ladies and gentlemen! You've been waiting a long time."

The host spoke in a cheerful voice.

"Let me introduce you to the high-quality slaves brought from the Brahman Peninsula!"

"a slave?"

I muttered in astonishment. As the host said, there were about thirty people on the stage. They were all wearing shackles that were connected to each other, and they varied in gender, age, hair color and skin color.

"I dare say that these slaves are of the highest quality in auction history. Furthermore, they are prisoners of war and are 100 percent legal slaves according to the Imperial Slave Law! In Ramancha, we're looking for a legitimate and fair trade."

"Slavery deals are not very popular among aristocrats, even if there is no legal problem. There's a perception that foreign prisoners are filthy and unreliable, and I think they're favored by commoners who don't want their wages."

One of my escort knights gave an auxiliary address.

But that was a fact that I too knew. After I came here, I read a lot of books about the law and the imperial society.

'It's the aristocracy that doesn't hate it because it's anti-humanitarian or human rights violation.'

They washed clean and dressed well for the auction, but could not hide the sorrow from their eyes.

'So there was a slave in the main character of the original.'

"First of all, this is the first prize! I'm a cute 18-year-old Vanya. She's very good at embroidery and sewing, and she's also very beautiful."

A girl with brown skin and black hair braids was pulled forward. The girl looked very frightened and depressed.

The host jeered at one of the girl's pigtails.

As if the host's mocking gesture was offensive, the girl crouched her shoulders, flinching. But the host laughed rather loudly and slapped her on the back.

"How lovely is it?" Well, we'll start at 50,000! We'll start at 50,000!"

'As expected, I feel bad.'

When I came to my senses, I was clenching my teeth.

It was no match for Madogu or gambling houses where it was uncertain whether they had obtained permission.

'It's legal under the law of the Empire, and I don't know what you're sleeping with. You won't be the empress any time soon.'

That's how I decided to put a gag in this auction.

The auction was heating up while I was thinking about it.

"5.5 million!"

"70,000!"

"Yes, 70,000! We have 70,000! Don't you have 80,000?"

"80,000!"

The host's mouth began to be choked by the soaring amount of money without realizing that the sky was high.

"Stop! It's the empress' orders."

The auction house, which had been noisy with a sharp voice, became quiet as if it had poured cold water into it.

Everyone's startled eyes gathered on me. You wouldn't have imagined that the Empress would attend the Grey Market, or even the slave auction.

"Hua, I see Her Majesty."

The embarrassed people hung back hesitantly.

I ignored them and moved forward. Every way I went, the crowd split like a miracle in the Red Sea, and people slowly bowed down and had the Courtesy of treating the empress.

I walked up the stage with my guards. Several staff members tried to stop me, but when I and the knights gave me the intense glare, I stepped back with a peep. I took the host's voice-expanding harness and shouted.

"Robelia, Empress of Castilla, orders. This is the end of today's auction. Let them all be dissolved."

"What?! Ha, but Her Majesty. I'm flattered, but we're losing a lot of money! Business is about trust in customers.....No, it's..."

The presenter bowed his head in a peep just at the sight of my eyes. Perhaps the smoky make-up was extremely well done.

I took a checkbook out of my arms. He signed one of the checks with a pen handed to him by the driver and threw it at the host.

"a blank cheque."

"Yes, yeap?!!"

"The moment you enter the number on that check, the ownership of all the slaves here is transferred to me. You don't have any complaints about this, do you?"

I'm saying that the host's expression, uh..... is full bloom, as if by ironing.

"No, of course! Of course! Thank you very much, Your Majesty!"

He folded up again and again like a folder phone. It was amazing that a person's body could fold that much.

'I've used up my blank check in my life, and I'm sure people have to live a long life.'

The host left excitedly, and I looked around. The audience was being scattered because of my orders.

I saw the slaves.

Thirty slaves stood helplessly in chains.

'What should I do with them?

I glanced through the faces of the slaves.

'It doesn't make sense to just let them go without any foundation. It's just to starve to death. Furthermore, if they find out that they were slaves, they could be taken by human trafficking groups and enslaved again.'

In the end, I made a decision.

"Listen. I have purchased you at a fair price, so I am your rightful master. You'l have to serve me as your master from now on."

The slaves weren't very surprised, as they thought it would be. They nodded awkwardly.

"From today you will be working in the Imperial Palace and working as my servant, my maids."

The slaves were all astonished at my words. They opened their eyes wide, opened their mouths wide, or looked at each other's faces.

And it wasn't just slaves who were surprised.

"Your Majesty, I dare say. In the imperial palace, your residence is a very important place, so it is difficult for pagan slaves to come and go. But even working in the palace!"

"That's right. In't it a place where only the most noble of my people can work? This is too much for slaves!"

The knights scratched out.

But I didn't even pretend to hear them.

"And you will be educated three hours a day. Imperial language, Imperial society, Imperial law and basic learning."

"No, education to slaves!"

"Your Majesty! Please reconsider!"

I turned a sharp look at the knights. That's the look that made a lot of people peep.

"noisy. Responsibility is mine. Keep your mouth shut."

Only then did the knights shut up.

'All of them are ȧduŀts, so if you teach for about a year, it will not be difficult to become independent. At that time, I will have to give and release them with the funds to each of them alone.'

I didn't bother to put that thought out of my mouth. This is because the articles are likely to protest more and it goes against the concept of evil woman.

Even though he only said that he would let him work as a servant and a maid in the palace, the slaves' response was hot.

"tha, thank you. Thank you very much!"

"God bless the Empress of Robelia!"

"Long live the Empress! Hooray!"

Some burst into tears of joy, and some hugged each other and rejoiced.

'Heh, that's what you're gonna like?'

At first, I was a bit embarrassed, but on second thought, such a reaction was not unreasonable.

'Normally, slaves would have been very scared because they were engaged in a very dangerous job and didn't know where they were going.'

Thinking like that, I felt sorry for them and proud of them.

The staff released the shackles of slaves, and we came down from the stage.

"Take them to the palace and educate them on the imperial affairs."

"Yes."

A knight led the slaves back to the palace first.

'Do we still have more to see? Or should we go back since we've had enough major accidents?'

That was the moment I thought about it.

The auction staff trying to withdraw came into sight.

But one of them was a boy who was particularly shabby in old clothes.

"you can't move it fast! This lazy thing. I'll give it to you as a food for the devil!"

"Ugh! Sorry, I'm sorry....."

A particularly large staff member was wielding a whip at the boy, forcing him to move his luggage.

isn't he even limping on one leg?

"Wait there! Is the boy a slave? I bought all the slaves, but why did you leave one?"

I shouted in a stern voice.

"What? I'm sure he's a slave, but he's owned by an auction house and he's not selling it. As you can see, it's a one-legged limp that's not marketable."

My stomach was boiling.

'I can't believe you're abusing such a child..... I would be faster to move your luggage just by looking at its size!'

"Then I'll buy the kid myself. Here, take this check."

"What? Oh, thank you! How can you afford such a high price?....."

"And you."

I saw the man who was whipping.

At my fierce eyes, the man backed away with a fit of surprise.

"Yes.....yes?"

"No matter how enslaved you are, you shouldn't whip a person or a child. I don't think you know how dangerous a whip is....."

I strode and took the whip from his hand.

"I'll let you realize the danger yourself."

The face of the dazed man, understanding my meaning and slowly turning pale, distorted.

I grinned in his face.

Ta-da! A flick of the whip on the stone floor, and then I lifted my finger.

"Turn back! It's the empress' orders."

"The Empress is on the streets of Ramancha?"

"Yes, it is."

Alexander frowned at the secretary's answer.

'This woman... Where do you think it is, and go to such a dangerous place?'

Alexander' fingers pounded the desk with a nervous rhythm. It was a habit when he felt unpleasant.

Robert misinterpreted and said Alexander was displeased.

"It's a big deal, too. Her Majesty's visit to the streets of Ramancha will certainly damage the reputation of the imperial family...."

"No, that's not the problem."

Alexander cut Robert's horse's waist in a frosty voice.

"What? Well, then.....?"

Robert had no idea why Alexander was angry if not for that reason.

"I'd rather go there myself."

"yes?"

Alexander got up and put on the outer garment he had taken off. Robert was startled. It was because no matter how much he couldn't even imagine he would go in person.

"But aren't you busy at work? We can send a separate person to take care of the empress."

"No, I'll go."

Alexander, who said so, was standing at the door of the Oval Office.

"I don't need an attendant, secretary. Don't follow me."

The door of the office closed with a bang at the end of the remark.