A few months ago, when the minimum standards of the Slave Human Rights Law were enacted, it seemed to have sparked the dissatisfaction of many slave owners.
There had once been a precedent where abused slaves joined forces and launched a rebellion, causing massive losses to the kingdom, so the Slave Human Rights Law was established precisely to prevent such incidents from happening again.
“Now I can’t even have some fun with my female slaves. What’s this, slave human rights? It’s so absurd I can’t even speak. That Erica, just because she’s the Queen’s slave, she gets all sorts of human rights?”
“Exactly, and I heard Erica was originally a slave herself? Maybe about a year ago, someone saw her sold off to the Liones Family.”
“Haha, so she rose from being a slave to the Queen’s Pet Concubine? Seriously, some people still bother listening to slaves clamor about rights—she’s just a slave…”
You could hear Evelyn grinding her teeth in frustration.
The fact that she could endure it to this extent was already remarkable.
Maybe she was trying to stick to what she once said, to ‘let all slander against Erica be like the wind in her ears.’
“They slander you, insult you, yet they know nothing about you, Erica. You’re not my slave! I’ve never seen you that way.”
Rumble!
The wrath of a Seventh-Tier Archmage seemed to set the objects nearby trembling.
The windows rattled and pounded against the frames, and the neatly arranged dishes clattered to the floor, shattering into pieces.
Evelyn lightly raised the index finger of the hand resting on the table—an unmistakably dangerous prelude.
BOOM! CRASH—The tremors grew even more violent; this was the preparatory stage of the Seventh-Tier spell, Earth Pulse Lament.
If left unchecked, the best outcome would be that the foundation of this entire district would be shaken, and everything would be buried in crumbling ruins.
“What’s going on, is it an earthquake? Why is the roof shaking? Am I the only one feeling this? I haven’t had a drop to drink!”
“Looks like the country is doomed! Quit babbling and keep drinking!”
“Yeah, get me a glass!”
Hey, hey, hey—if there’s really an earthquake, shouldn’t you idiots be running?
Aren’t you worried about your laundry at home?
If this keeps up, the house will collapse, and that’ll be a disaster.
Who knows, maybe after slaughtering a hundred people, Evelyn would awaken and become Noel’s Scarlet Witch.
“Hey, wait.”
Erica reached to grab Evelyn’s hand.
“Hey, you lot, quiet down. It’s too noisy—the other customers can’t take it.”
Someone interjected among the gossiping crowd.
Thanks to him, Evelyn’s raised finger finally dropped.
“Oh, Baor. Were we really that loud?”
“Yeah, way too loud—the whole place is shaking!”
“Hey, how’s this our fault? It’s an earthquake—”
“Lady Erica saved my life. I don’t know what you old men were up to at the time… but please, don’t insult my savior.”
“Tch, anyone with that kind of power… It’s normal to be a bit kind to subordinates, right? Grab power, grab fame next, right?”
“Enough! Lady Erica isn’t like that! Keep talking, and tonight’s discount coupons are void.”
“Hey! Then I can’t pay my bill! How can you do this—”
“Not my problem. The right to interpret the rules belongs to this shop. Go argue with the proprietress!”
“Alright, alright, you win. Anyway, bring us two dark beers, two pork hocks. Let’s eat and calm down.”
That was the freckled waitress, Sophia—the same girl who had almost been dragged off by the tax officer earlier, almost meeting a terrible fate.
Unexpectedly, she appeared and reprimanded the men who had insulted her.
Thanks to her, their vile words ceased, and Evelyn’s fury gradually subsided.
“What an interesting girl.”
“Indeed.”
Erica secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
What she had done hadn’t been in vain; the root of this calamity was resolved all because she had saved that girl in the afternoon.
A gentle smile curved on the girl’s lips as she raised her glass of milk and took a sip.
“Lady Dainoi is here!”
At that moment, she glimpsed someone approaching from afar, then turned to face them.
It was a young girl with short, light amber hair, looking no older than fourteen or fifteen, her face childishly cute.
“Who called for me, Dainoi! I’m busy, but for my lovely VIPs, I always make time!
That’s my business prowess!”
Her short, pointy, lively ears were especially eye-catching.
The newcomer was none other than Dainoi, proprietress of the tavern [Elf’s Stream].
The gorgeous, ill-fitting dress she wore looked comically adorable—like a middle schooler sneaking into her mother’s clothes.
Her manner was childlike, but no one could guess her true age.
After all, the elven race always looked young, no matter how many years they lived.
“Welcome, dear guests!”
Dainoi chirped cheerfully, then brought over the food they had ordered and set it on the table.
Seeing this, Evelyn wiped the blood from her lips and smiled.
“She really is an elf. There really are elves.”
“Careful, I’m Dainoi, the River Elf! Who is so rude as to tug at my cheeks? Such disrespect to an elf!”
“See, she’s nothing like a human—she’s like a little kid. Her cheeks are soft, and her ears are pointy too.”
“Please don’t treat me like a child!”
Although Evelyn was the leader of a nation, this seemed to be her first time seeing an elf.
After all, her social circle was small, her range of activity limited, and elves were extremely rare and seldom seen.
“What do elves like? Do they like sweet candies like children do?”
Evelyn seemed to have taken a real liking to the little elf, her face all but announcing, ‘I want to take her home and raise her.’
“Eek! More importantly, you… you’re really something intriguing!”
This time, Evelyn’s cheeks were pinched in retaliation by the proprietor, Dainoi, who, with her mouth stretched by her own fingers, spoke in a muffled, exaggerated voice.
Had she sensed the immense magical power within Evelyn?
Erica had long heard that elves were natural mages capable of manipulating the magic in the air.
Yet, Dainoi’s gaze did not linger on Evelyn, but turned instead to Erica.
“Ah—I know now!”
She examined Erica carefully, then as if she had uncovered an earth-shattering secret, flung open her arms and declared loudly:
“You, you’re a Half-Demon—half Nif, aren’t you!”
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