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“Faeyna!”
If they could have heard my voice, surely everyone there, even the deaf old man, would have turned to the window and glanced at the crazy person watching them. As her name echoed, the face of the woman standing next to the old man started to gain more details. Her ears, her blonde hair, her gentle smile, Faeyna appeared right there.
“W-wait… Maid hero?”
It was true that Faeyna was a maid, but what did that have to do with any level of heroism? She was Faeyna, just Faeyna! She was also in the Ost Republic. No, I didn’t know where she was. Eliana was looking into it, and the Demon Lord Aberis hadn’t been forthcoming, even using information about her as an attempt to distract me. However, if she killed herself, then… that bastard! The Demon Lord Aberis knew she was dead, and still, he tried to use her as a bargaining chip?
The realization that the dungeon Maid’s Lament had always been about another maid had thrown my mind into disarray. I didn’t even know how to think at the moment. Why would she kill herself? Was it because she didn’t want her body wasted? Her life had been plagued with people pressuring her to have a baby. However, she had her entire species, one about to go extinct, to think about. Once I died and she fell into Aberis’s hand… did she lose all hope and kill herself?
I had been so caught up in everything that I had missed the next few things that were said. I refocused on the scene in front of me to see Faeyna shaking her head.
“I’m sorry, but my master depends on me…”
“Don’t be so quick to turn me down. Nothing is holding you here anymore. You served your debt to your mother, and as for your master, I am willing to pay quite a fee. He will get the care he needs in his final days of life. After their golden boy died in that tragedy all those years ago, the main family has all but collapsed. You alone have maintained these territories for your mentally declining master. If you give yourself to me, then I will assure his lands will be protected for the remainder of his life, and you will find a purpose with me.”
“It’s just… I don’t even know you…” She responded uncertainly.
“What’s there to know?” He demanded. “I am the last suitable elf male. I mean no disrespect, but your options are limited.”
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“Unless…”
“Unless?”
“Maybe… a human?”
“Human?” He sneered as he stood up. “You wish to make the same mistake your brother did? Is there a human you love?”
“No, there isn’t…”
He grabbed her arm, his expression turning dark. “Who is he?”
“There isn’t anyone!”
“Then you wouldn’t reject me!” He snarled.
“Hey!” A shout came from the window next to mine, causing me to jump and turn to see another guy there. “Don’t you understand when no means no?”
He turned to me, winked, and then jumped into the room. I punched the invisible wall, feeling like he was taunting me. Of course, the man that appeared was none other than Faeyna’s brother.
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