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Ascon, who felt something was strange, said annoyedly.

"Ha, my lord, you really don't listen to me. If you can't kill me because you're too cheap, why are you bluffing like that? So what are you going to do next if I become the representative and lead? We're the best at having fun."

"You will be soldiers now."

"… … ?"

The elves looked at Giselle with bewildered expressions. How could they possibly use us as soldiers when our own value was so low?

Ascon smiled as if he had misheard and asked again.

"What do you think we… will become?"

"A proud soldier of the land."

"You still ask us to do something like that knowing our worth?"

The speech became shorter. Still, Jiselle answered with a kind expression on her face.

"Yes. And since a healthy mind resides in a healthy body, let's stop drinking and smoking for a while from today and focus on building up our physical strength."

"What kind of physical training is that! We don't do that kind of thing!"

As Ascon shouted, the other elves nodded. Anyone who had spent their whole life playing around and suddenly had to do something like that would hate it.

And if you're going to use them as soldiers, why did you spend so much money buying elves?

It was a completely incomprehensible statement.

Ascon nodded as if he would understand soon.

"Aha! You think we won't listen to you now, so you're going to fight like that, right?"

"I don't waste my time doing things like that."

"Then why do you talk about training and soldiers and such? Have you ever seen an elf fight? Huh? We're just a race that specializes in having fun and eating. That's why we're all pretty and handsome."

It was an absurd logic to say that she would just play around because she was pretty. However, everyone was convinced by her looks and ended up agreeing that it was a plausible argument.

Of course, Jiselle absolutely did not agree with that. In a territory with almost no entertainment districts, there was no need for people who only used their looks as an excuse to have fun.

He had planned a special unit to utilize the elves.

"Even elves can fight very well if trained properly. So, let's start military training now. Let's try to be reborn."

"And I'm going to be the elf representative for that funny soldier game?"

"Yes. I want your active cooperation."

"Ah, shit! My lord! I'm really pissed off! I said I won't represent you! Why can't you understand what I'm saying! Do you think I'm a slave and look ridiculous? Do you think I, a noble person, look like other human slaves?"

"oh...."

Ascon's remarks had finally crossed the line. Jiselle looked quite impressed.

Despite this rudeness, Jiselle's entourage did not step forward, but instead took a step back. Instead, they began to look up at the sky and pretend not to notice.

Ascon, who did not notice the atmosphere, shouted with full anger.

"Why are humans like this? What kind of elf is this military training?! Are we crazy for being so bad at fighting? No, and if only I had succeeded in my first love, I would have a grandson as big as you. Why are you being reborn?"

"her...."

As she listened to Ascon's curse, Jiselle smiled hollowly without realizing it.

"Are you laughing? Are you laughing at what I just said? Do you know how many times I've changed masters? Huh? Seven times, seven times! Shit, I have intermittent explosive disorder? Team Leader Ascon, the foul-mouthed Ascon, is known to even the nobles! Are you a noble and have never heard of my name?"

'I've never heard of it. I'll have to ask Meriel or Rosalind later. Do they know this crazy elf? What? A squad leader? A swearer? Is that an elf nickname really true?'

If you look closely, he really seemed like a fearless person, screaming with his face red.

All elf slaves are like this, but if we let the elves eat and play as they please, it would be the same as being scammed by the slave trader.

Jiselle hated being treated like a fool.

'Ha, as expected, people don't listen to kind words. You really are a loser. I really wanted to treat you well because I'm from a different species… … Hmm? A different species?'

I am not a racist and I pursue non-violent pacifism. I want to live that way as much as possible.

But living like that won't eliminate the racial discrimination that is rampant in the world. People's perceptions need to change completely.

Jiselle felt goosebumps as the realization suddenly dawned on her.

'If you're an elf who's tired of the human world… … then you're just a human with a long lifespan and pointy ears, right?'

Yes, you can think of the other person as a human instead of an elf. That is true racial equality.

I reflected on the racially discriminatory mindset I had been harboring. All races are now human.

Jiselle said with a bright smile.

"You are a human from today. A human with pointy ears."

"What? I'm a noble elf?"

"No, from today onwards, I am human. I will consider all the elves here as humans! That is true racial equality!"

As Giselle started talking nonsense, her aides distanced themselves a little more.

Ascon said with a dumbfounded expression.

"What the hell? Are you crazy? Why am I human?"

"No, you're human. And humans have a different way of communicating than elves. It's a very fast and efficient way."

Because of their long lifespan, elves are generally easygoing and relaxed. As a result, they take a long time to make decisions and changes are bound to be slow.

It's not that there's anything wrong with that, it's a characteristic of the race. But there was no time to wait for them to slowly open their hearts and change.

Jiselle really needed the active cooperation of the elves.

If so, there is only one quick answer.

It's just 'mental reform'.

Jiselle continued, slowly rolling up her sleeves.

"I don't think you've heard of me yet, but I'm a famous doctor in the kingdom. I'm particularly good at treating things like intermittent explosive disorder. That's my specialty."

"Hahahaha! Let's take a look at this damn thing, what? Treatment? How are you going to treat it! I was born this way! Do you have any good medicine?"

"Instead of prescribing medication, I will proceed with physical therapy."

"what?"

"I'm telling you this just in case you misunderstand, but I absolutely have no ill feelings toward you. I'm not that narrow-minded. This is just… … . I'm trying to treat you as a fellow human being."

"What the hell are you talking about all of a sudden… … ."

"Bite this hard. Your tongue will fall out."

Phew!

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"Ugh!"

As soon as Jiselle's fist moved, Ascon's scream rang out.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Ugh! You crazy bastard! Do you think I need a few hits to give in? Ugh! Do you think I've lived for decades and never been hit! What the heck! Aaaah!"

Ascon continued to curse incessantly while being hit by Jiselle.

In fact, he was beaten many times by nobles who tried to change his temper. But their attempts were completely ineffective.

Because they could neither kill him nor render him completely crippled, the punishment could not be severe.

In the end, the nobles who had given up both hands and feet had no choice but to sell Ascon again.

"Just try as hard as you can! Ugh! The pain that doesn't kill me only makes me angrier! Age isn't something you get for nothing! You punk with a brain that's still young! Ugh!"

There was no reason to be afraid, since I knew it would end without any aftereffects. It was obvious that I would sell it again when I got tired of it.

The only thing elves fear is being caught by a truly crazy person with strange tastes. They really do care about you, but they will harass you and then kill you.

But most of them couldn't do that because of money. And the elves, who had been slaves for a long time, had a keen eye for distinguishing such people.

'Ugh! You must be acting like this because you don't want to waste money. How long have I been a slave? Don't you understand that? If you were truly cruel, you would have killed a few of them already to make an example of them.'

Ascon sensed his victory. After all, all humans are the same. Unless you're a real lunatic, you'll be beaten to a pulp and then sold again.

But Ascon and the elves did not know that there was a completely different type of madman than any they had ever encountered before.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

'Ugh! What is it? Why does it hurt more and more? No, why doesn't this guy get tired? How long are you going to keep hitting me? Aah!'

People should beat themselves up to a certain degree and stop when they get tired or angry.

But the man in front of me, Yeongju, was just quietly doing his job.

'If I've been hit this hard, shouldn't I have already become disabled or dead? Why do I only feel pain and my body is fine? Aah! It hurts too much!'

No one likes to be right. In fact, Ascon is no exception.

He knew that if he just opened it once or twice, his future life would become easier, so he deliberately caused more trouble.

But this kind of pain was really a first. It didn't break anywhere, it just hurt.

I wish I had just passed out, but instead, I woke up to a sharp pain every time I got hit.

Ascon asked in anguish.

"f*ck, f*ck! How long are you going to hit me! Kk!"

Jiselle, who had been fighting silently, answered.

"Until you actively cooperate with my work. So, you should have cooperated when I spoke nicely to you."

"If I keep doing this and die or get hurt, I'll be losing money! I'll be losing a lot of money!"

"Don't worry about my money. I can treat you cleanly so you don't die. That's what I do best."

"f*ck you, Joe! I'm not cooperating at all! Do it if you can! Let's see who can live longer! Ugh!"

"You're a seriously ill patient. I like that kind of competition too."

Before he knew it, the sunset had begun. Still, Ascon held on. No, he tried to hold on.

"Your Majesty, it is meal time."

As the servants quickly brought trays of simple food and stood beside them, Belinda handed one to Giselle.

Since they were both skilled, they passed and received well while moving.

Jiselle was beating Ascon with one hand and eating the food with the other.

After dinner, Lowell came over and handed me some papers.

"Your Majesty, this part requires approval."

Jiselle glanced over it briefly, then this time she struck Ascon with one hand and signed with the other.

The elves gaped at the sight.

'You say you're a fan even though you've done everything?'

'And everyone just watches without any concern?'

'Here… … are they all crazy?'

If you look closely, no one is normal. Even in that situation, the general is crouching down and drawing on the floor with a branch.

Wendy said, shaking Claude's shoulder from the side.

"Sir, you must go now. There is a lot of work piling up."

"Wait a minute, the work of art of the century is coming out right now. It's called 'The End of the Elf Race!'"

It was a picture of elves being trampled by a strange demon.

Meanwhile, the wizards and dwarves were making bets on how long Ascon would last.

The white-haired, sturdy man standing behind the lord had not moved from the beginning until now, and he looked like a block of wood.

No matter how much I looked around, I couldn't see a single normal person.

Ascon, who had been trying to hold on until the end, realized something new upon seeing those sights.

'This guy… … is a professional among professionals. You've caught the wrong person. If you keep doing this, you'll be screwed for life. Those guys around you are no ordinary guys.'

I don't know how right it was. The elves who were watching also gradually turned pale.

The elf way was to push and pull to get what they wanted.

But you beat people like that and they're just sick and fine? You keep beating them while doing everything you have to do?

This is where things get really difficult.

Ascon, who was hit a little more, finally couldn't hold out any longer and screamed.

"S-Stop! I lost! Stop! I'll be a soldier! Just say that! Through dialogue! Let's resolve this through dialogue like civilized people!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

But Jisel didn't stop his fists. While beating Ascon, he was also practicing how to use his mana.

'Hmm, what if I move like this and try to defeat it?'

"Keeeeeek!"

In fact, Jiselle's mind was already full of worries about how to best use her mana. She had long since forgotten about Ascon.

"Please save me! I was wrong!"

'Oh, does this work better?'

Phew!

"Eeeeek!"

Ascon felt like he was going crazy. Every time he got hit, something was definitely entering his body. But every time it pierced his insides, unbearable pain came rushing in.

It was a very advanced torture technique that made people look fine on the outside but were actually sick on the inside.

"Please stop for a moment! Please spare my life! I will do whatever you say! I will cooperate actively!"

In the end, Ascon lost. In the face of such unbearable violence, his anger was naturally controlled.

He began to beg for the first time since he was born.