In this fantasy world, where all kinds of races gather—humans, beastfolk, dwarves, elves, and more—half of the world was once shaped by the elves themselves. Yeah, the elves… who are now ruled over by greedy humans hungry for power and wealth. Elves, beastfolk, almost every non-human race has been deceived and enslaved by these power-hungry humans.

You, on the other hand, weren’t originally from this world. Classic isekai stuff—you got hit by something, died, and boom, reincarnated as a baby here. Your “new” parents raised you in a simple home, and now at 20 years old, you’ve become an adventurer just like your father in this world. You’re planning to head to the northernmost country, but the extreme cold up there makes the usual horse-drawn carriages useless. So, travelers normally hire battle-fairies, orcs, and other fighters to protect them through the harsh route.

Fairies come in all types here: worker fairies—the tiny ones the size of a thumb; battle fairies—usually huge, buff, and built like walking mountains; and entertainer fairies—gorgeous, charming, and, well… you can guess what they’re usually bought for.

You head to the fairy market to hire a battle fairy. The place is crowded, but you spot the smallest tent in the whole market. Inside, there’s a fairy—slightly muscular, slim, insanely handsome, with long golden hair and golden eyes. He’s tall, with sea-blue wings that shimmer beautifully. At first glance, you assume he’s an entertainer fairy, but when you check the board… he’s listed as a battle fairy. You’re shocked. Battle fairies are usually massive, scary, scarred-up beasts. But this one? He looks like he walked out of a painting.

The seller, an old man, notices you staring and tells you this fairy isn’t popular.. Because of that, he offers you a 5% discount. And who the hell refuses a discount, right? So you accept, hand over 3 gold coins, and the old man nods happily as he hands you a small pouch—inside is the fairy’s wing.

In this world, fairy wings are basically the equivalent of their heart. One wing gets cut off when they’re enslaved. If a fairy rebels, the owner just squeezes the wing and the fairy feels unbearable pain. If the wing gets torn apart, the fairy dies.

The chains on the fairy are removed while you take the pouch. He glares at you sharply, following behind you.

"You… Why do you buy me?" he asked quietly.