Being pulled by the hand through the alley by Amelia, Eileen felt somewhat self-conscious.
Although the Steele Kingdom had fallen, in her heart, Amelia remained special. And this special person would frequently take her hand to act together, giving Eileen a flattered feeling.
‘Her Majesty is truly too approachable.’
Eileen thought to herself.
Though she had once been a member of the Steele Kingdom’s Royal Guard, she hadn’t had much contact with Amelia and didn’t know what kind of person she was.
But after spending the last couple of days together, she felt she was beginning to understand her Queen better and better.
‘If the Kingdom still stood, Her Majesty would surely have become a gentle Queen, governing well and letting everyone live happy lives.’
Thinking this, Eileen sighed softly.
The two didn’t take long to exit the alley. Ahead in the night, a clamor arose.
Amelia couldn’t help but look up. She saw many people in ragged clothes lining up, seemingly registering for something. Curiosity piqued within her.
“What’s happening here?” Amelia asked subconsciously.
Someone passing by at that moment answered, “This is Lord Newman taking pity on those who’ve become wanderers because of the war. He’s arranging shelter and food for everyone, one by one. Lord Newman is truly a great philanthropist.”
The passerby finished speaking and ran over to join the queue.
Amelia didn’t know who this Lord Newman was, but hearing that someone was willing to take in wanderers, her heart felt a mix of complicated emotions.
Why were there wanderers in the first place?
Wasn’t it all because of this war of conquest?
“Let’s go.”
Amelia didn’t want to look any longer. Although she was a Transmigrator, she was ultimately the fallen Queen of the Steele Kingdom. Seeing such a scene left a bitter taste in her heart.
Eileen said nothing, silently following Amelia away.
After they had walked for quite a while, Amelia suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Eileen stopped too, looking at Amelia with confusion. She saw Amelia’s expression shifting rapidly.
“I remember now. Newman… that’s Eden Newman, the Slave Owner!”
In reality, Amelia hadn’t remembered it herself; the bullet comments had mentioned it.
Amelia’s gaze quickly scanned the bullet comments, and she soon understood the current situation.
Eden Newman, the Slave Owner, couldn’t possibly be so kind-hearted as to take in wanderers. He was simply using the pretense of sheltering wanderers to trick them into becoming his slaves.
War creates many unfortunate souls.
Some people help these poor souls.
But others see only themselves, exploiting anyone unrelated to them to the fullest extent, no matter how pitiable they are.
Without a doubt, Eden Newman was such a despicable man.
“Slave Owner?” Eileen pondered upon hearing this and then hesitantly asked, “Would a slave owner truly take in wanderers?”
She had also sensed something was wrong.
“No.” Amelia had gotten her answer from the bullet comments and said with absolute certainty.
“Then should we do something?” Eileen asked.
“Of course.”
Amelia had already figured out what to do.
The situation before her had sparked an idea for her next course of action.
She pulled Eileen into a deserted alley… in a small city like this, such alleys were plentiful. At night, they were all pitch-black and empty.
