An Ordinary Civil Servant’s Transfer to Another World A Gacha-Dependent Life Relying on Luck
The night was enveloped in silence, but Almerita awoke.
A restless unease stirring in her chest urged her forward.
“Something’s coming…”
Almerita’s sharp intuition warned her of approaching danger.
This skill was one of the innate abilities of the White Wolf Clan.
She glanced around and noticed that her father and mother were already awake.
“Almerita, you’re up?” her father asked in a low voice. His expression was stern, and her mother couldn’t hide her tension either.
If Almerita’s intuition was correct, the enemy was already close.
“Father, Mother… you’re going to fight, aren’t you?”
“That’s right. But you stay here,” her father replied.
Almerita bit her lip at his words.
“But…! I can fight too! I’ve learned swordsmanship, and I’ve trained…!”
Her mother cut her off firmly.
“Almerita, your strength isn’t enough yet. Without a mature heart, you can’t become a warrior with the resolve to fight.”
Almerita couldn’t argue back.
For the White Wolf Clan, wielding strength required not just skill but a mature spirit. Her father understood this, which was why he hadn’t allowed her to undergo the Level-Up Ceremony yet.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and continued in a gentle voice.
“Almerita, I have a request. Protect the children in the hidden storage. That’s your role.”
She nodded, tears of frustration spilling as she steeled her resolve.
As she watched her parents leave, a fierce light shone in her eyes.
For a long time, shouts and noises echoed from outside.
Then, just before dawn, the door to the hidden storage was smashed open with a deafening roar. The children cried out in fear at the sudden intrusion.
“There you are…!”
Monk-soldiers stepped forward mercilessly, their cold eyes scanning the room.
At the sight, Almerita’s heart blazed.
“Grrooo!”
Using the techniques her father had taught her, she leapt at the approaching soldiers.
She swung her sword, aiming to finish one in a single blow, but the enemy barely blocked her strike.
“Oh, not bad. But… you lack strength,” the soldier sneered.
He grabbed her arm, pinning her movements.
His power was far beyond hers, and she couldn’t break free.
“Don’t damage her—she’s for slavery. We don’t want her value to drop.”
The monk-soldiers calmly neutralized Almerita and efficiently bound her. Though momentarily impressed by her skill, her lack of strength made her no real threat to them.
“Beastfolk like her are worthless to us. But the slave traders in Arstia will pay a good price.”
They were swiftly captured and sorted by their rarity.
The White Wolf Clan children, with their beautiful silver fur, were deemed especially valuable and destined for the capital or the western noble lands.
But Almerita’s fur was brown. Rare among her clan and closer to common breeds in appearance, she was sent not to the capital but to the eastern kingdom city of Eastglad.
Handed over to slave traders, Almerita arrived in Eastglad.
It was a bustling commercial city on the kingdom’s eastern edge. There, a life governed by slave laws awaited her.
“Even slaves are protected here. There are laws,” the slave merchant’s manager explained while outlining the rules.
“You must generally obey your master’s orders. But you also have the right to say ‘I can’t’ if something’s beyond you. Getting used to life here is the first step.”
The manager’s words were calm, but unease still lingered in Almerita’s heart. She was crushed by the grief of losing her parents and her own powerlessness.
For two months after arriving at the slave trader’s, she was never introduced to a buyer. The manager explained why.
“We have to be cautious, especially with kids. Handing them over to the wrong person makes everyone miserable.”
Almerita nodded slightly at his words.
At 14 years old, she looked like a 10-year-old child. This was a trait of the White Wolf Clan—children only began to age outwardly after surpassing Level 10 in the Level-Up Ceremony. Until then, they were considered kids.
Thanks to this, despite being a slave, Almerita’s 10-year-old appearance spared her from being recklessly sold off.
But her heart remained clouded.
Tormented by the loss of her parents and her homeland, Almerita’s spirit felt as though it were “dead.”
Yet, as time passed, one thing became clear—
“I… want to become strong.”
The White Wolf Clan saw combat as their fate and took pride in dying on the battlefield.
She’d been taught that resolve from a young age. Yet she lacked it.
“That’s why I couldn’t undergo the Level-Up Ceremony…”
Feeling her own immaturity, Almerita shed tears of regret. Still, her yearning to grow stronger never faded.
Three months had passed since arriving at the slave trader’s.
The mornings there were quiet, with few people coming or going.
Almerita sat in her usual wooden chair, accepting her fate while sharpening her mind to face her inner conflicts. She was growing accustomed to this life, but the pride of the White Wolf Clan and her desire to become strong never left her.
“Almerita,” the slave merchant manager, Fons, called softly.
“There’s a visitor I’d like you to meet.”
She nodded slightly and stood.
Fons’s demeanor hinted at something special. Her intuition stirred, whispering that this meeting held meaning.
When the door opened, a man stood there, exuding a faintly unreliable air. He wasn’t tall, with an ordinary face, but his eyes held a strange kindness.
The moment Almerita’s amber eyes met his, something sparked in her chest.
(This person…) her intuition told her. He might take her away from here.
The man—speaking with Fons while occasionally glancing at Almerita—had a serious gaze, she noticed. It wasn’t mere curiosity or novelty.
Finally, he asked, “Uh… how much is this girl?”
Her heart leapt slightly. But when the price—25 gold coins—was named and she saw his troubled expression, a mix of anxiety and disappointment spread within her.
(Of course… it’s not that simple…)
She quickly suppressed her emotions and composed her face.
Each time the man, Kazuto, looked at her, her intuition sensed his warmth and sincerity, though she didn’t know how it would play out.
Unable to decide on buying Almerita immediately, Kazuto asked to see other slaves. During that time, she returned to her seat quietly, trying to calm herself.
After Kazuto left, Fons approached her.
“What did you think, Almerita?”
She took a small breath and spoke.
“I think he’s a good person. His eyes didn’t lie. And… I felt something special.”
Fons nodded with a smile.
“I agree. There’s something unusual about him. He’s probably not an ordinary human, but I don’t think it’s in a bad way.”
Fons narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
“When he said 10 gold coins, I hesitated. But that wouldn’t reflect your true worth. Honestly, even 25 is a bargain.”
“Then why…?”
Fons answered quietly.
“So you can meet someone who truly needs you. Your value must be shown accurately, but more important is the resolve of the one who takes you in. He has that potential. Let’s wait three days.”
Almerita nodded at Fons’s words.
In her heart, she prayed they’d meet again. She didn’t know what Kazuto thought of her. But she wanted to believe her intuition wasn’t wrong.
(Three days… I’ll wait.)
That night, before falling asleep, Almerita quietly prayed.
To see him again.
And for this fate to lead to a new future…