The Order Of Golden Roses - Chapter 11 Platinum Girl

“Uhm.a perfect alter material” Altria looking over the cage.

She was a child with short platinum hair smeared in grime and dirt, her blue eyes grew dim, ragged clothes wrap her small malnourished body as she lay there lifelessly.

Starvation, malnutrition, face, and waist up to her chest were riddled with wounds, scar supposedly from a pointed and blunt object can be seen from her arms and legs, clearly from some abusive treatment.

“A human-no a daemon” a frown formed over my face when I saw two small obsidian objects protruding from either side of her head clearly a pair of horn.

Daemon, They are a race graced with high magic aptitude, natural body that adapted to grow stronger, longevity and beauty that surpass the elves of course all of that just a legend, they hail from a tribe deep in southeastern mountain, nobody knows where they are come from or when they come but someday they go down from their mountain trying to communicate and coexist with human.

Of course just like tales human was mesmerized by their appearances until some noble grew jealous or lusted over their beauty and wage war on them. The daemon may be strong, but they were only one tribe and the price for their longevity was within their infertility quality over quantity yet human prevail with quantity and eradicated the species.

History was written by the victor, their legend was told from mother to children over some generation as a demonic beast, with a pitchfork and long jutted horn or something like that thus making anyone who has a horn on their head will be scorned in extreme prejudice.

The remaining committed mass suicide rather than live the rest of their life becoming pet and sex slave to the human, as result, their species become extinct though I’m sure some flee and survived, like the one in the front of me.

She tried to look over us with small strength she’d left. I can saw her mouth tried to form a word cold, I closed my eyes. Got it please hang in there. I clenched my heart, Human or not somehow I can’t bear the sight when she tried to form those words. I turned my back to the slave trader.

“So old man, care to tell us?”

“Well, since you saw her I can’t help it” he smirked and clicked his fingers as soon as that, various figures standing over the cages in front of us, no doubt his bodyguard he hired.

I turned my head to Altria, without telling she already knew what I had in mind as she summons her blade concealed in invisible air.

“So any chance for negotiation? I’ll pay her for 30 gold”

“That will be worrying, I stumbled over her in a forest and I treated her so at least she needed to pay back at me. And It will bankrupt my business if I accept your offer because if I sold her to the noble she can worth more than 5000 gold, with her longevity and beauty she can become a precious heirloom among nobles so nobody would miss this up” chuckling over his evil grin.

“Hoh? What a treatment that is I wonder if she was that precious with those wounds and scar” I narrowed my eyes.

“Well I don’t know about that, some of my subordinates can’t hold their temper so I dispose of them before they could further damage the goods.” He was frowning but soon changed with his usual smile.

“That must be unfortunate, still, may I show you other things that could make you go bankrupt?” I said as I pulled numerous swords in the inventory over my head it almost covered the half area of the tent.

Those are magical swords and some failed noble phantasm prototype, most of them are useless unless if you make them into a makeshift grenade. “So, will it trouble you if I make a pincushion over your dead body and business? I’m sure you won’t mistake those swords and I have another thousand to make this tent into a circus attraction.”

He was sweating hard and was about to yell something to his subordinate, I know a man like this won’t give in with all of his pride and greed. “S-shut up! Men capture that brat!” he ordered his men, yet no one will able to comply with his order, because.

“what!?” he turned his face when he heard loud thud over and behind him. No doubt surprised as his man was suddenly falling like a puppet with its string cut. Then Altria unconcealed herself above the cage.

Turning his face to me he suddenly falls to his back, I put the last nail to the coffin as I summon three failed Morgan prototype all pointed to his face. The plan was simple I distract the slave trader and make him panic with numerous swords I summoned then Altria will sneak behind and knock all of the slave trader guards, it was simple as that.

“You wouldn’t mind if I compensated her treatment, would you?” I stand over him

“Yeah, just take her! And don’t come here again!” I was surprised he didn’t beg for his life like any stereotypical merchant or nobles I read, though this will make it easier for me too.

“No promises and here, take the gold pieces I offered” I throw a pouch of gold and it landed on his stomach, I don’t need it that much and who knows he might be useful.

I walked past behind him as Altria was carrying the girl in her arms, still, our plan won’t change as we headed to the city entrance. Some pest tried blocked our way out the slum but nothing I can’t handle.

As soon as we outside the slum, we searched for a deserted place and make sure no one around us. I summoned the portal to ‘my room’ as we entered it.

Altria placed the girl on the bed inside the med-bay. Her usual stoic face was now in worry no doubt thinking about the girl she was in critical condition by the time we arrived here.

After patching some first-aid on her, I let the dumb AI perform some medical treatment. Though I can restore her body with medical facilities here what comes after was the psychological damage, it’s not like we will just erase her memories and be done with it.

She won’t awake for a while now, and Altria offered herself to watch over her in case she awakes. Smiled grace my face not until she asked some provisional dessert for her “volunteering”. Then I went outside and headed into the outskirts of the city.

The moon was already gone by the time I reach there. As soon as I was sure nobody watching or around my vicinity I pulled a small vehicle from the inventory. It was a post-war vehicle M290 ALL-TERRAIN VEHICLE or known as Mongoose. I modified it with a twin machine gun donned its hood rather than grenade launcher and an active cloaking device inside it. It was a small vehicle with a driver seat and passenger seat faced the rear of the vehicle, all I care? It fit my small frame.

I jumped onto it, activating the engine and rolled to the village charlotte nee-san pointed. I didn’t forget to activate the cloaking devices as I blaze my way through the road.