The Magic Queen of Another World

Chapter 8

"Miss of such beauty, do you truly intend to purchase this wretched slave?" The man rubbed his hands together, his face beaming as he addressed me.

"Indeed, yet I see no filth in him," I replied, silently adding in my thoughts, 'It is you who is unclean.'

"In that case, Miss, do name your price and take him off my hands," the man's face was a crumpled map of joy, his every feature seemed to speak of avarice.

I regarded him with disdain, "I do not trade in human lives; they are not commodities to be weighed in gold or taken at will. Name your condition for the deed of sale."

His countenance initially soured, but upon hearing he could set his own term, he immediately broke into a grin, "In that case, Miss, I ask for ten silver coins."

"Very well," I nodded, signaling Emma to produce the money.

Emma tugged at my sleeve, whispering into my ear, "Miss, ten silver coins could purchase many slaves; he is clearly fleecing you. Do not give it to him."

I shook my head, holding Emma's gaze until she reluctantly handed over the purse, from which I extracted ten silver coins and inquired of the man, "And the bill of sale?"

"Here it is," he said, handing it over with a gleeful air, taking the coins from my hand.

"Very good, let us depart," I tossed the purse back to Emma and moved to assist the boy.

"Ah, but Miss, how can you do such a thing!" Emma protested, pocketing the purse and barring my way. She cast a worried glance at the boy but hesitated to approach.

"Emma, it's fine. Do you not trust me? Come now, let us go," I assured her, knowing she was not yet ready to accept him, perhaps the rumors of the 'Devil's Child' had her afraid. Yet, I wished to treat him with the equality he deserved. He was but a child, wounded and bearing a gaze that should not belong to one so young.

Ignoring Emma's objections, I approached and supported the boy. He was initially wary, but seeing no harm in my intentions, he allowed me to assist him. The onlookers parted, allowing us passage, and I thought to myself, the goodness of humanity is ever present, only waiting to be uncovered. The boy's injuries were more severe than I had imagined, the wounds reopening with the slightest movement, staining my dress with blood.

"Miss, let Emma take over, your clothes are soiled," Emma was on the verge of tears, looking at me helplessly.

"No need, Emma, go hire a carriage, we shall return by carriage," I instructed.

"I will wait for you here, Miss, I will be right back," Emma promised, rushing off to secure the carriage.

"Does it hurt? Bear with it, I am treating you now," I said to the boy, who was semi-conscious yet still holding my gaze.

Gathering light magic, I began to heal his wounds, a basic healing spell sufficed, and it was my first time treating an injured person. The results were pleasing; the wounds closed at a visible rate, and soon the skin was smooth again. I chuckled, looking at my palm, my abilities were not lacking.

"Why?" the boy's weak voice sounded in my ear.

I smiled at him, but he turned away, "No particular reason, I simply wished to save you. By the way, how old are you?"

"Fourteen," he pushed away from me, standing on his own.

"Fourteen, two years my senior," I sighed, my current physical age was quite young.

"What is your name? I cannot keep calling you 'hey.' Tell me, my name is Lisa Beth, you may call me Lisa," I felt as if I were acting childlike, was this the fabled act of youthfulness?

"I have no name," he stated coldly.

"Why?" I asked, puzzled, but he never met my gaze.

"Slaves are not entitled to names."

His flat statement weighed on my heart. In my past life, I was named by the orphanage's director, they called me Sha Sha. When I left, I named myself Yang Yisha, 'Yang' was the surname of a kind teacher at the orphanage, and I adopted it as my own. Now, thinking back, she was the only one who had been kind to me there.

Looking at the boy, his fate was unjust, yet he never gave up. I said cheerfully, "Shall I give you a name?"

"Whatever," he kept his head down, staring at the ground, his clenched fists betraying his tension.

I lifted his head, making him look at me, "You have a pair of defiant eyes, how about I call you 'Ao'?"

He looked at me and finally said slowly, "Okay."

"Then, Ao, your wounds are healed, I can give you the bill of sale and the money you need," I said, burning the bill of sale in my hand. He watched, agitated, as I destroyed it. "Do you wish to leave?"

He lowered his head again, his fists clenched, shaking it slightly.

"Are you sure? No regrets?" I asked again.

"No regrets," his voice was much firmer this time.

I smiled at him, "Hatred does not suit you; your eyes are beautiful, do not let it tarnish them."

His clenched fists gradually relaxed, and tears fell to the ground, dampening the dust.

"Alright, Ao, let's go home," I said, watching Emma waving at me from the carriage. I nodded at her, and she stopped the carriage. I extended my hand to Ao, he hesitated for a moment, then took it. His grip was strong, causing me some pain, but I did not let go, leading him into the carriage. Rest assured, we are going home; you are not alone. I looked at him, feeling a pang of heartache. I used to be just like him, always alone, but now, I am truly blessed.

Once in the carriage, Emma saw me holding his hand, her expression turned even more sour. I sighed, "Emma, from now on, he is my friend, his name is Ao, and I do not wish for you to despise him."

Emma looked at me, helpless, "But Miss, why spend so much money for this child of the devil?"

Hearing Emma's words, Ao's grip on my hand tightened, my hand was probably turning purple, "Emma, have you forgotten what I said? Ao is my friend, not a child of the devil!"

Seeing my displeased expression, Emma fell silent. Ao loosened his grip, and I took the opportunity to rub my wrist, then I heard a soft "I'm sorry" by my ear.

I smiled and said to Emma, "Emma, do you think I would just give the money away?"

"Then, Miss, what do you mean?" Emma looked at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Hehe, just wait and see," I cast a spell, drew a circle in the air, and pulled out a full purse from thin air. I chuckled, I had made a lot of money this time!

"Miss, what's going on?" Emma was utterly amazed, her eyes wide with amazement.

I looked at Ao, who was also looking at me curiously, and proudly said, "I cast a spatial magic on the coins, no matter where he puts the money, I can get it back, and items around the coins within a small area can also be retrieved by me." Casting spatial magic on the coins had taken quite a bit of my energy, after all, no one had ever thought of casting spatial magic on coins. All of this was done in an instant with my mental power when I grabbed the money, it was an attempt, but I succeeded, didn't I?

"Wow! Miss, is that how magic is used? It's really amazing!" Emma immediately looked at me with admiration, and I couldn't help but feel proud.

"But Miss, do all mages do this?" Emma looked at me doubtfully, I was somewhat helpless, only a mage like me would do such a thing, if Ambler knew I used magic for this, his beard would probably be so angry that it would curl up.

I thought about it and couldn't help but laugh, moreover, mages who can use spatial magic are very rare on the whole continent, who would use magic just for a bag of coins? In the end, I sat in the carriage all the way home in Emma's uncertain gaze.

Arriving in front of the Duke's mansion, Emma slapped her head and asked loudly, "Miss, how can you go in like this now, the Duke must not know!"

I also frowned, since it can't be found out, then slip in again, but now I have another person by my side, what to do?

Just when I was at a loss, I heard a deep voice come: "Lisa, why are you coming back so late, you must have been playing again."

I heard it, my heart immediately sank, it was my father's voice, I was already found out without slipping, I hung my head and sighed: "Father, I'm back."