The blond one came towards us and told us that in a heartbreakingly cold voice.

[EDN: Last line of chapter 208.]

It was only a matter of time, but it felt like I had a knife in my throat.

I guess that’s how much of a difference there is between her and me.

And she continued.

“Since the Kingdom had taken the initiative in committing the illegal act of selling into slavery and attacking innocent people, it is, of course, necessary to tell His Majesty the King and the others lying over there about the crimes they committed, right? Well, isn’t it a good idea to send them all to a foreign country as a slave?”

“Don’t you dare! Such things are unacceptable!”

“What is it? It’s what you have been doing for a long time, no? Why do you say you don’t like it the moment you are on the receiving end? Isn’t that strange?”

“There’s nothing funny about that! We are the chosen ones above all others! We even went through the trouble of training these barbaric Imperials to be slaves, so why should we be slaves to them?”

One of the noblemen, a duke who had been silent until now, shouted at her words as he plunged to the ground.

“Everyone who got forcibly taken into slavery has questioned, ‘Why should I be degraded into slavery?’ And now you understand their feelings.”

“F*ck you! Don’t you dare put me on a par with the commoners!”

“It’s the same thing. If I strip you of your clothes and send you off to a faraway foreign country whose name you don’t know, you’ll just be a human being. In fact, since you’ll have nothing to wear, you are lower than the commoners, whom you look down upon. The same goes for His Majesty the King, who is still languishing there. It’s just because his parents were noble or because he is the king. That’s all.

For example, if we killed him right now and took over the country, abolishing the aristocratic system, would you still be called ‘chosen people who stand above others’ as you call yourself? If your aristocrat title gets taken away, you’re just a commoner, aren’t you? It’s not like you can say that unless you are someone like our master, who can truly stand above others regardless of having his title.”

Then she walks up to the nobleman who argued with her.

“And I wouldn’t mind killing you right now.”

With that single sentence, the noble, who had been on the ground without an idea of what was going on, fainted from fear.

It is frightening to see how many guesses of the guesses I made a while ago are true.

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Thanks to all of you, I’m writing this new release for the Dragon Novel Contest!

“I was reincarnated and had the skills to use and heal slaves, so I decided to create a secret society just for slaves just for fun.”

It has taken first place in the overall daily ranking and third place in the overall weekly ranking!

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