Volume 2 Chapter 12
It was a common sight for slaves to be bullied in public.
Some kind-hearted passersby could only cast sympathetic glances at the two girls, while the troublemakers crossed their arms and watched from the sidelines.
“Hey, hey, look at that. Not bad at all. Look at those little mouths, those little legs… I could play with those for a year.”
“Too bad they’re Colosseum slaves. You’d better give up on that idea.”
“Hmph, you’re the type who’s fine with any woman, aren’t you? How old do you think she is? Probably hasn’t even started growing hair down there.”
“Don’t talk nonsense. I have principles, you know. Is it wrong for me to say they’re pretty?”
Forming a semicircle, the crowd chattered, occasionally throwing out some vulgar words.
“Stop it!”
A slightly sharp female voice came from behind, sounding a bit like one of those tsundere-type characters.
Just as I was debating whether to use 《Vampire’s Gaze》 or magic to control or knock down the riffraff blocking my way, a cliché “hero saves the damsel” scene unfolded.
Why is this happening?
Oh well. At least I didn’t have to do it myself, which was a good thing. If I got into a feud with this scar-faced, vicious-looking guy, there might be some kind of punishment for slaves. It was better to keep a low profile until I regained my freedom.
The person who had spoken was holding a parasol decorated with roses, obscuring her face. All I could see were golden twin-tails resting on her bare, alabaster shoulders. She wore red, shoulder-length formal gloves that matched her outfit. The proud peaks of her chest were only slightly less impressive than Elio’s. Below, she wore a red miniskirt with black garter stockings and high-heeled boots—a combination of sexy and lively.
She looked like a woman of noble birth.
“Huh? Miss, you want to help these slaves? But they’re not people, you know. They’re livestock. And livestock should act like livestock. Do you feel sorry for the pigs that are about to be slaughtered?”
The vicious-looking man bared his large teeth and raised his half-missing eyebrow, giving her a strange, wide-eyed stare.
“Hmph. In my eyes, you’re worse than a pig. Calling you dirt would be a compliment,” the woman replied, maintaining her haughty demeanor.
“You!? Are you looking for a fight?”
Insulted, the vicious man ground his teeth, and veins bulged on his hands.
“There are guards everywhere, you know. What, are you going to attack me, Mr. Worse-Than-Dirt?” the girl continued to provoke him.
“They just bumped into you by accident. It’s not like you lost an arm or a leg. As a grown man, you’re still harassing them even after they’ve apologized. You’re so narrow-minded, bullying weak, underage girls, and you still think you have a reason to be angry?”
“W-Who the hell do you think you are!? Daring to lecture me!!”
The man finally snapped. Blood rushed to his head, his eyes became bloodshot, and he swung his fist at the woman with the parasol.
“Hmph.”
With a slight curl of her lips, the rose parasol snapped shut with a swoosh. She effortlessly blocked the man’s punch with the frame, then balled her other hand into a fist and slammed it into his stomach.
“Guaah!! Puh!!”
As if he’d been hit by a sledgehammer, the man couldn’t hold back the blood that surged up his throat. He spat it out in a violent spray and collapsed limply to the ground.
With a stylish twirl, the rose parasol blocked the spray of blood, and she rested its tip on the ground.
“That’s—!”
“Her Highness, the Princess!! It’s the Princess!!”
“It’s the Golden Light of Winton, Her Highness the Princess!”
“I’m your biggest fan! Please, can I have your autograph!!”
I think a strange comment got mixed in there.
In an instant, the crowd fell to the ground in prostration, but they couldn’t contain their excitement.
“You’re safe now, children… Huh? Where’d they go?”
Princess is surely gonna get with Nia or our Demon King right? With all that “race, sex, etc no matter what if they can beat me it’s marriage”