Volu 4, Chapter 27 — “Ill‑Mannered Children Must Be Punished, Oh”:
“Beastn slaves are fighting their slave owners?” On the march, Wenfu shrank inward, as though only the soft, pale thigh in her arms provided any warmth. “Then isn’t Ruglian extrely dangerous now??”
“Quite the opposite,” Teresa, walking at the front, replied, using the broad view to scan the surroundings. “Compared to the past when Beastn tribes were united and rigid, this internal strife looks dangerous—but is in fact the safest ti.”
“Now that discontented slaves are fighting chieftain troops, each side’s fire is drawn inward, so their attention to outsiders lessens.” Even so, Beastn forces probably still won’t ignore us entirely.
Earlier, that Beastman chieftain was sothing of a scholar among his kind—he understood many truths and rembered part of the history.
Human civilization relies on cultural inheritance: one generation researches half‑finished works, the next completes them. Thus, short-lived mortals can advance civilization; culture progresses by accumulation.
Beastn and goblins are different. The forr have basic intelligence but reject advanced civilization—they disdain history and reject enlightennt. Compared to such “useless” things, they care only for the present.
Goblins, though, are rely cunning pests who steal money, food, and won—so vulgar even Beastn despise them.
In the convoy, Teresa led with the map, Astrid followed observing her, Yimi in the middle used Divine Appraisal to detect enemies, Wenfu trembled near Yimi—though scanning the surroundings did little good, she couldn’t help looking—while Felicia, dragging their burdens, clenched her fists behind, eager for Beastn to appear so she might unleash so pent‑up energy.
“On the southeast slope, about 300 ters, life signs were detected. From returned wavelengths, seems a small band of Beastn,” Yimi suddenly announced, breaking what felt like slackness.
“Be—Beastn?!” Wenfu fiddled with her skirt. As a noncombatant, she could help nothing. She edged closer to Yimi, as though proximity might bring safety.
“Well, finally sothing to do,” Felicia squeezed her fists, licking her lips with excitent. “If we don’t act soon, my bones’ll go soft.”
“Wait a bit,” Teresa said, putting away the map. “First we must see whether those Beastn belong to the rebels or a chieftain tribe.”
“Does it matter?” Felicia said. To her, a Beastman was a Beastman—whether rebel or chieftain, they posed a threat.
“If they can communicate, I hope to avoid any bloodshed,” Teresa said with a smile.
“All right, your call,” Felicia muttered with so frustration.
The ancient dragon bloodline granted her terrifying power—and corresponding negative effects. The Whiteglass family’s accumulation of desire was many tis that of ordinary humans.
With such a problematic lineage, Felicia needed various ways to vent frustration. Killing was the most direct and effective.
Of course, torture and slaughter weren’t the only ans. Desire took many forms beyond re destruction.
Knowing she bore such burdens, afraid of frightening her teammates with odd actions, Felicia always hid her abnormal impulses.
But disguise or not, the stacking desires didn’t vanish because of her conscious restraint. Her troubled body constantly secreted hormones urging her to find an outlet.
Because of her physiology, Felicia’s consciousness generated strange impulses she couldn’t fully suppress.
Looking at Teresa’s back, Felicia’s eyes glinted oddly. If she mustn’t unleash mass slaughter per Teresa’s condition, then perhaps she would “vent” on Teresa instead.
Yes, if necessary, sneak into her tent tonight. After all, Teresa forgot everything last ti.
Sun‑Moon Radiance climbed the slope, but didn’t go straight up; they crouched mid‑slope. As movent from afar grew closer, a Beastman wagon caravan ca into view.
These large, armored Beastn pushed supply carts and held weapons as guards.
Teresa saw their load: grain and dried at—supplies. This was a tribal supply train.
Yet the escort was so few—such carelessness. Did the chieftains not consider the possibility of their supply lines being pillaged?
This shows those chieftains don’t understand war. Their long peace, combined with Beastn’s disdain for learning, left them tactically ignorant.
Their direction matched Teresa’s. They too were heading toward the front line—the Beastman supply route.
Without hesitation, Teresa signaled Astrid and the others to hide mid‑slope while she ascended alone. She walked openly, with no effort to conceal that she wanted them to see her.
“Gentlen of the Beastn, good afternoon. I co with no ill intent, only to speak with you a little.” Teresa placed both hands together, held before her chest, calm and friendly.
“We co from Coleman Forest, passing through here. We saw your marching party and would like to learn sothing…” Teresa spoke earnestly, conveying empathy—attempting to transmit her emotional sincerity.
And the effect was real: the Beastn “got” it. In the blazing plain sun, when a stunning elven beauty walked toward them, she froze their gaze—they did not look away, and matched her pace.
“You all have families, loved ones. You were forced into evil and oppression not by your choice. I believe each of you still harbor genuine, sincere kindness…” Teresa spoke like a saint praying, continuing.
The Beastn listened earnestly. Their eyes asured her from head to toe; so licked their lips, baring teeth—hungry, feral. Their focus was wholly on Teresa.
“Um, Astrid sister… Is it really feasible to communicate with Beastn? Teresa sister…?” Wenfu shrank her ears. The more she saw those Beastn’s stares, the more uneasy she felt.
They seed to be listening. But it felt wrong.
Astrid didn’t reply. Others couldn’t interpret, but Astrid did. She understood those Beastn glances all too well.
They matched exactly what the picture storybooks depicted earlier. At first, Astrid thought those illustrated stories were pure fantasy—but now she wondered whether the illustrators had personal experience.
One slightly embarrassing thought: perhaps those artists truly did live out so scenes they drew.
“We share no conflicting interests. I believe our original intention is the sa.”
“If there is sothing—let us sit and speak. Listen to one another’s needs.”
“Roarrr!” The Beastn had evidently heard Teresa’s words. If Teresa understood their tongue, she would know they were pouring out their grievances—each yelling, tossing down weapons, rushing toward Teresa, eyes bloodshot, greedy, and raw with desire.
Their great weight sent dust scattering with each step.
“Gentlen, even if excited, don’t surge forward. We can sit and talk.” Teresa tried to enlist calm. “I believe you all have hearts as pure as pearls.”
“Roar wah! (This elf woman is my trophy now!)”
“Wah lah wah, wah kaka! (Get off, I saw her first!)”
“Wah li wah li! (Grab her—down with her!)”
“Go go go! (I’ve been itching for this for weeks!)”
“Ah ka ah ka! (Her legs are mine!)”
Looks like negotiation failed—Felicia moved forward, but Astrid restrained her.
“Teresa alone should suffice, I think,” Astrid said coolly.
“You…” The others looked at Teresa. She still bore a gentle, warm smile, hands folded at her abdon.
Though she couldn’t understand Beastman speech, through empathic resonance she sensed what they were expressing and why they argued—vague yet tangible.
She had spoken so long—and not one responded to her words. They dismissed her intention and began to debate how to divide her body.
“How impolite,” she murmured. A branch on her right wrist twisted and transford, and wrapped in swirling sharp leaves, a long blade appeared in her hand.
“Ignoring soone’s speech is extrely rude behavior, isn’t it?” Teresa raised the Leaf‑Cluster Blade with a soft smile.
“Did your parents never teach you manners?”
The Beastn argued and shouted past her gentle voice. No one listened to a “soft prize” speak; no one cared for her desire.
“How shaful…” Teresa’s lips curved. Her eyes held no smile.
“Untutored.”
She swung her blade. Sharp leaves gathered into a storm, swallowing the Beastn along with their clamoring voices.
A glass‑shard sound of blades slicing; a path of fresh green leaves unfurled. On that path, Beastn lay—pierced, bleeding dark blood, consud by the green leaves as though sucked dry. The result was a sudden green walkway blooming in the wilderness.
“Amazing—so powerful!” Wenfu stared in shock, glancing at her own hands. “Just like that… eliminated a crowd of Beastn?”
She hadn’t even had ti to utter a blessing.
Astrid watched, enthralled.
“Ah—none left?” Felicia, disappointed, looked at the flattened path. She reluctantly released her grip on the greatsword.
Yimi, unflinching, yawned as if nothing special had happened.
“Looks like asking directions went south,” she said.
“No matter. We have a map. Even if we deviate, we will find the route eventually,” Teresa said, retracting Floral Whisper: Changsu, undisturbed.
She recalled the Beastman chieftain’s words: communication is not possible with all Beastn.
She was happy to communicate with any life form; everything has a spirit. But so wicked ones demand not talk, but small punishnt.
Those Beastn died rhythmically—and deserved it.
If she had been a helpless Wood Elf rather than Teresa, those monsters would have prevailed.
“What about the provisions?” The Beastn supply line was annihilated—but the food remained. To kill without seizing supply would be wasted. They ca too far to gain nothing.
The grain was useless to Felicia, but dried at—long‑term storage food—might be useful later.
So Felicia casually grabbed so sacks of dried at, politely bowed to the Beastn unconscious on the ground, and even said “thank you.”
Notice—they didn’t overtly refuse. That indicated they had no objection. If they didn’t protest, take what you can.
Also, there were spices and seasonings on the wagon. She took them as well.
Though their own supplies were better, nothing slls better than your own.
As she stuffed the spoils into her pockets, Felicia felt an indescribable thrill.
“There are still ard patrols here—so from chieftain tribes, so from rebel slaves. Too much food to carry back. We’ll leave it. Whoever stumbles across it may take it,” Yimi said casually.
Elves didn’t need at much. In the group, only Wenfu and Felicia ate at. Let them enjoy.
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