Sell her as a slave?
The young human girl, already beaten and covered in bruises, trembled upon hearing this.
Though born poor, she was at least a free person.
If she became a slave, she would end up being a captive of the Half-Beasts or Beastmen, a fate worse than death.
"No, please don't sell me, my mother is very ill. If I can't return, she will die," the little girl, seemingly finding strength from nowhere, broke free from the Half-Beasts' grasp.
Desperately, she sprinted into the crowd.
Unfortunately, due to her young age and injuries, she stumbled after just a few steps.
Unexpectedly, she didn't fall to the ground but onto someone's embrace.
This person lacked the usual pungent odor of Half-Beasts, instead giving off a faint fragrance.
"You have no choice, being a thief," the Half-Beast doctor said impatiently, watching as the human girl fell into an onlooker's arms and stepped forward to catch her.
