Of course, she objects.
Even though she looks healthy, that doesn’t really matter to me.
Most of the slaves I bought were malnourished, and had dead eyes.
Even Kiel wouldn’t stop shaking unless Raphtalia was nearby.
Someone who’s never been bought. I can’t call this dreaming adventurer a slave.
I continue to reject every slave that I am led to, and they object to my rejection.
This continues for a while.