ARCHDEUS

THE SLAVE GIRL (1)

A warrior stepped forward and kicked the slave girl who had kneeled down. The slave slammed onto the ground and hugged his kicked stomach. He did not let out a groan at all but his body trembled showing the pain he was receiving.

"The dirty slave! How dare you bother Young Master."

No. .. no .. she's not disturbing. I'm just surprised you're still carrying that dirty sponge, Alex thought.

"Do you know?! Young Master is a great noble! How dare a slave like you ruin an item of his majesty."

No. .. it's okay. He's already been rumored, right? Why did you kick him without asking my permission? thought Alex.

The soldier then stepped forward and was about to trample the slave girl. He actually did not really consider the actions of this slave was heavy enough to have to be beaten to death. At first he knew that the slave was someone's property so damaging the slave that wasn't his would be an act of damaging people's property and could lead him to prosecution in court. But after hearing the young master's grievances, he naturally considered this an opportunity to look for face. Although this young master was not the young master who was predicted as an heir, but he was still a high noble. So even if this slave belonged to a noble, he would not be exposed to his sap if the young master was on his side.

Alex wants to stop this ambush guy. He knew this guy just wanted to hug the golden thigh (licked people). But his sudden action clearly shocked Alex, he could not suddenly come to the soldier and shout at him in public. That would cause this ambitious person to lose face and would later betray him. After all Alex is a person who values someone who has ambition.

"Stop!"

Alex captured the image of a brown-haired woman running towards the slave. He hugged the helpless slave and with teary eyes, he shouted at the soldier.

"Are you a man?! Are you so willing to molest a weak girl?!"

The girl was angry. He gave a sharp eye to the ambitious soldier. The soldier obviously did not back down and shouted back at the person.

"Shut up! Move you boy!"

The brown-haired girl did not back down. Instead, he gave the soldier a defiant look. The soldier hesitated. He saw that this girl was an independent person (Civilian) and looked to be from the middle social class. He secretly glanced at his master who only looked at the situation with a lazy look. It seemed that her master did not consider this incident important and this newly joined girl also looked to be non-threatening to the young master's position. Then the soldier was braver and started to raise his sword.

"Yeah!!"

"Revelation!"

The onlookers panicked when they saw the sword that had come off from its sheath. This happens a lot, but murder is not common!

"Stop!"

A subtle voice sounded from far away.

"Rilana!"

The brown haired girl who was still hugging the slave girl shouted desperately to her friend. Ryana who had white clothes with blonde hair walked gracefully to the scene center. He stood face to face with the soldier bravely and without nervousness, warning the soldier.

"Soldier Master, please put your sword back down. Don't make this place full of blood."

"How dare you tell me! Who're you?!" shouting soldier.

Ryana then clenched her left hand and placed it on her right chest. Then his left hand painted the air like drawing a hexagon.

"Hail the Soldier. I am Ryana Lanceia Rayself, a discimpion from the Fertihall Theological School."

"Rohaniawati!"

The pedestrians watching this incident were shocked. If the noble is a group that has authority in the region, then the clergy are the people who are able to impeach the nobles arbitrarily in the name of God. This was obviously very interesting when he saw the two great powers at the social peak clashing against each other.

The soldier finally froze. He can no longer improvise. He was as stupid as he was in sociology, but he knew that clergymen were not ordinary people who were even highly respected by the nobility.

"Enough."

Alex took over. He had originally only observed to see how the warrior was using his brain. If he was naive enough to remain insistent on hitting that slave even when an aspiring priest revealed his identity, then that person was not worth defending. But seeing how the soldier had slowly retreated and did not blatantly reveal his inferiority in order to defend his face and his master, there was no way Alex would be unhappy. That soldier was someone quite useful. Alex would mark him as one of the soldiers he would always carry. As for his sudden improvisation, Alex would reprimand him. As for how intimate his trust was, it depended on how the soldier took his heart.

Alex, accompanied by Justin, walked up to Ryana. Then Alex gave a bright smile and did a noble greeting.

"It's good to see you, Miss Rayself. I am Alexander Ivanov Fertiphile, the eldest son of the Count of Fertiphile."

Lacey who was still hugging the sick slave gasped. He had already heard the rumour that the count's eldest son was trash. He initially did not want suudzon before seeing it directly. But after he saw how he handled his aggressive subordinates, Lacey and the audience who heard could only agree to the news of the birds circulating.

Lacey raised her gaze towards Ryana as she did not hear any reply from her friend. Lacey was surprised to see Ryana suddenly paled, her pupils dilated and she looked sweaty.

Damnit damnit! He relapsed.

"Rilana!" Lacey screams to bring her friend back to life.

Ryana flinched and regained her consciousness. He then lowered his head.

"It is an honor for the servant to meet the Eldest Young Master of the Fertiphile Family."

Ryana hesitated to look at Alex, but slowly still raised her head.

Of course these two women knew what Alex meant. However these two female disciples were not the masters of the slaves so the intervention of the two was considered violent and disturbing the disputed property.

"Young Master, I understand you are angry because of our unilateral actions. However, the master of this slave was still not seen. I hope Young Master can understand our selfishness by protecting his property."

"Are you the heir to this property?" alex said as he pointed at the boy.

Ryana. He was indeed not an heir even knowing this slave master alone had never been. But he cannot lose his argument.

"That's not the problem, Young Master. You should have considered the safety of this slave. He's still a man to protect."

"The state has never viewed slaves as subjects of law. The law states slaves and farm animals are objects of law."

Of course Sheol as archdeus never agreed to this ridiculous rule that greatly discriminated against living beings. But for this time, he will take advantage of the injustice that exists only to provide justice.

Seeing that Ryan was unable to return his argument, Alex generously provided a solution.

"I am not a random person but the actions of this slave have damaged my property (xylospongium) and of course the responsibility for the damage is transferred to the master of this slave. I want his master to meet me at the White Tulip Cafe. Do you mind being a mediator?"

"No Young Master, I'm pleased with your wisdom."

"You two, take care of the boy."

Alex appoints two of his bodyguards, one of whom is the ambitious bodyguard. Then Alex went followed Justin to a cafe located some distance from where they were. The crowd that swarmed them slowly split apart to give the horde a path. Seeing that things were calm and no longer interesting, the audience dispersed one by one.

Seeing the departure of the two men and followed by two servants and two soldiers, Ryana then turned her attention to the slave girl who was still in Lacey's arms. Unlike before, the girl's breathing had stabilized again and she had also regained consciousness.

"I've given him [Simple Cure] while you're chatting" Lacey said.

[Simple Cure] is a tier 1 and lowest within the clump of divine type healing spells. This spell cannot heal instantly, but it can at least temporarily reduce the pain and if continuous use will speed up the wound healing process.

"Hey are you okay?"

Ryana asked the slave with a gentle smile. The slave was timid before nodding his head. He was actually used to being beaten or kicked by his master so that if asked alright, then he would only answer yes because he basically knew he would get well soon.

Ryana then patted the slave's head gently before he asked again.

"What's your name?"

The slave was timid and reluctant at first. He didn't like his name very much. As a slave, they would automatically have two identities.first was his identity as himself; second was his identity as a slave. If a slave is asked about his name then he should give his nickname (slave identity) which his master gave him instead of his identity.

Of course Ryana and Lacey didn't know that because they had never interacted with slaves before.

"B*tch." Answer the boy in a soft voice.

Ryana and Lacey could only look at each other and think, Are the boy's parents healthy?

The two soldiers did not hear but could read the lip movements of the slave. They coughed and were sure the main reason of this slave was not for work but something more energetic. Feeling they had wasted too much time, one of the soldiers said politely.

"We've been too long, young master has been waiting for a long time."

Ryan realized that and nodded. He then slowly asked.

"Where's your master?"

The boy shivered. He did not dare to imagine how his master would respond to this incident.

Sensing the fear of this slave, Ryana simply smiled bitterly and said;

"Silent brother will protect you."

"Sister will protect you too. Don't worry" said Lacey.

The slave finally reluctantly nodded. But as he was still in pain and having trouble standing up, Lacey carried him on her back. While walking, he asked Ryana in a whisper in her ear.

"Why did you relapse? Isn't this just three days?"

Ryana shook her head and whispered back in Lacey's ear.

"It's not a relapse, I feel fascinated."

Ryana, Lacey, the slave, and the two soldiers assigned to watch over them went to the lord's place of the b*tch!