Everyone looked at me as I walked up to the slave girl and I looked at her. She's around 10 years old,her black hair is dirty and her black eyes seem emotionless. The way her skin and face look malnourished, it's like she hasn't eaten in days. Her face looks scared, terrified of the world, it's like she's begging for a moment of peace.
"Who are you?" the guy asked me.
I took a good look at him, he was fat and short. A merchant maybe ?
"You disgusting pig! Have you no shame bullying a small child?" I scolded.
"Child? That slave girl wounded me," he stated
"Everyone here saw it. That slave wounded me, she should be beaten and killed," he barked and pointed at the girl.
I looked at her, damn she's human. A human enslaves another human? How could a person treat another human being as a slave?
Seeing slavery with my own two eyes, I feel an overwhelming amount of rage but in the end I can't do anything about it.
"Do you have evidence?" I queried.
"Of course. She cut my hand with her nail," he said to me.Then he showed me his hand. It was bleeding but it's so small that not even a baby would cry.
"I'm disappointed," I sighed.
"What? Are you regretting your actions now?" he asked as he chuckled arrogantly.
"No," I responded as I opened my eyes. "You disgust me."
"What!" He fumed. His eyelids twitched at my words, a vein slightly popping out from under the skin of his forehead
"You said that she scratched you with her fingernail.. If that was true it would have been 3 millimeters wider," I explained, then I grabbed the slave girl's hand. It was dirty, full of blisters and her fingernails were chipped. "Look at her fingernails, they're all chipped. How can she wound you with these types of nails? That wound is clearly the wound of a blade. I bet you cut yourself and blame it on this poor girl so you can exploit money from her master, am I wrong? "
With my explanation, there was chattering in the crowd.
"She's right, that looks like a knife cut."
"Shameless man to think he would resort to such dirty trickery just to get money."
"Unbelievable."
Hearing all the hypocritical comments from all the people around him caused him to shudder.
"Damn, so you're her master. If you don't pay for my injuries. Do you know who I am?" he barked.
"Papa swindler, why?" I responded as I snorted.
People around snicker at my little joke. I made him look bad in public and he got mad.
"Damn you! Brick get her. "The merchant called his bodyguards. A man with a greatsword. "I want her kneeling at my feet."
"Sure thing boss," the Great Swordsman complied as he stepped forward.
I smiled and chuckled arrogantly. "A big guy ganging up on a little girl, I like this odd. Bring it on!"
Suddenly the guy stopped and started panicking. Don't tell me he's already afraid of me, I didn't even touch him yet. I looked at the merchant and he had the same expression.
"What's going on?"
A voice from behind me spoke and I turned around. A blond-haired guy was wearing white armor and behind him was a few others in white armor. The blondie glared at me and I find his gaze intimidating.
'Who is this guy? I didn't even sense his presence until he spoke'
"Sir denziel. This girl had caused trouble. You must lock her up," the merchant demanded.
"Is that so?"
Denziel walked up to me. I clenched my fist ready to fight but he ignored me and walked up to the merchant.
"Sir?"
*Slap!*
Denziel slapped the merchant in his face publicly. I was surprised by this, very surprised.
"Why would I help a shameless swine like you? Get out of my sight," Denziel fumed as he glared at the guy.
And with that the merchant and his buddy packed up and left immediately without even so much as a backtalk. Seriously, who is this guy?
Denziel turned and walked back up to me.
"Young lady, may I ask your name?" he queried politely.
"Huh?"
Why does he want to know that ? Is he trying to keep talking to me but I get the instinctive feeling that if I fight him I'll lose.
"Roselina Lambrosa De Valentine," I responded.
"My name is Denziel Washington," he introduced himself with a friendly smile.
Did he say Denziel Washington? I was trying too hard not to laugh but It's not easy.
"I'm a soldier of the White Lotus. I did an excellent thing today. You saved a little girl...You did well."
He put on a charming smile. I can see the girls around liking that smile. Sorry bruh, If I was truly a girl I would be impressed.
"Tch. Whatever. I just wanted to humiliate the guy," I scoffed as I fold my hand then I opened my eyes and saw that his face was close to mine.
"Are you—By chance a—"
'Hmm?'
He shrugged. "No you can't be."
"Dude, get out of my face!" I shouted as I pushed him away. "Being in your presence sickens me. You're a soldier and yet you allow human slaves. You're not a soldier, you're just a coward."
"What, how dare you?!"
A light toned girl with blond hair prepared to draw her sword.
"Emily no."
"But sir—"
"It's okay. Her anger is understandable and justifiable," Denziel responded.
"You're right as a soldier I shouldn't let this happen."
He seems to be sorry. I get it, with the position he's in, he can't do anything at all.
"I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry," I apologized as I turned and walked away.
This world is as twisted as my own. I guess it's what you would expect from a parallel earth. After 4 hours I stood in the square waiting for mary. There was water found there so I sat on the wall and waited patiently.
"Gosh I'm so bored."
A world without TV and Phones.
Maybe I should play with some magic as I wait? No matter how much I look at it I'm in a fantasy world. Worst, I'm a Vampire of the Top Four Species of this world.
That guy earlier, as his name is Denziel Washington, he's a soldier of white lotus, he's from a wealthy noble family and the most outstanding thing about him is that he can use magic. That gift allowed him to become the strongest soldier in this city. I thought someone of his status would be arrogant and applied but he seems to be more refined.
Suddenly something tingles my nose.
*Sniff Sniff*
'Is that—Blood?!'
Where is it coming from? I wandered so I got up and followed the scent. Nobody around is picking up the scent. I followed the scent carefully into a back alley. It was growing stronger and stronger.
"What's going on?" I shuddered.
I turned my head and saw something terrifying. Limbless bodies and blood smeared all over the place.
These are dead bodies !