Myu

Fuhren

In the outskirts of the business district, tucked away in a corner was an inconspicuous ten-story building. On the surface, it was a business that manages part-timers. However, in reality, it was the headquarters of Freidhof, the organisation that managed Fuhren's slave trade.

Friedhof as an illegal organisation had quite a lot of accumulated power in Fuhren. They had no less than fifty safehouses in the city, all hidden from official eyes. But, this sovereign trade organisation was about to be disbanded.

Everyone in here, without a doubt, placed their own lives before anything. Now that the demons might attack anytime, there was no guarantee that Fuhren would be safe in the waves of war. As such, after having the greatest auction in the organisation's history, Freidhof was celebrating its last day.

On the top floor of the building, behind an imposing set of double doors, was a big room that could only be described as a luxurious office. Sitting on the head seat was Hansen, Freidhof's boss. The exciting ambience of the room was further escalated as the clinking of glasses sounded out. In front of Hansen, on the twenty or so seats in the room, all of his subordinates were a little emotional as they shared the last drink they would be having in Fuhren.

They didn't know right now that this would be the last drink of not this organisation but of their lives.

"Boss. We've earned in millions yesterday. How about you give us a parting gift as a bonus."

"Such a shame. We had some impressive merchandise yesterday. Especially that dagon. Sss, if only I could've had her..."

"Cheh, that bitch sure gave us a lot of trouble, disappearing in the sewers at the last moment."

"Huuuh! And whose fault do ya think it was! You piece of shit."

"Whaat!? Fucker, ya wanna have a go. Don't cha think for a second m afraid of ya."

Looking at the lively hustle, even the stern Hansen burst out laughing. It was nice to let go of troubles too. Of course, it wasn't like anybody here had any guilt for what they did.

Knock knock

"Knock knock"

The room suddenly went sober at the unfamiliar voice that echoed throughout the room. Someone knocked on the door... and said it too.

Hansen frowned at the interruption but told his lackeys to stay on guard. There wasn't just anyone who can intrude on their territory. All those allowed on the tenth floor were already in the room.

"Knock knock"

The voice sounded out again. It was the deep voice of a man.

Everybody readied their weapons and three of them approached the door. After one of them held the handle of the doors, Hansen said out in an imposing tone.

"Who dares to intrude here?"

"It's the FBI"

Hansen tilted his head at the unknown term. "FBI?"

Silence

The person outside the doors didn't continue. A moment later, a dry chuckle came through the door and...

Boom

With a massive bang, the doors were blasted into thousands of splinters. The body of the man closest to the door was directly crushed to death and the other four were seriously injured. One had his arm blown while the other had his legs pierced. They let out loud groans as they lay on the ground gasping for breath.

Through the now empty door frame, entered three people. A man with white hair, a heterochromatic pair of red and blue eyes and muscular hands with chains wrapped in loops around them and two swords on his back. Next to him was a little short and beautiful, blonde-haired girl with eyes reminiscent of blood and pale skin like a doll. And a rabbitman girl with blue hair and a well-proportioned body with big breasts holding a massive black axe hammer.

Those three emitted an air of extreme danger and their instincts told them that death had arrived.

"You won't welcome us?"

"Alex-san is acting like more of a fiend than the real criminals here. And Yue-san too, don't blush."

"Mhn. But Alex is too cool."

Hansen wanted to ask them just who they were but unfortunately, there was someone with him not good at reading the mood.

"Do y'know where yer standing right now and acting all haughty. This is the headquarters of Freidhof. Not someplace ya can come and go as ya like. Since y've come, y'can stay here forever. We'll take care of yer women for ya. Hahaha." Mob A was laughing quite heartily. He was the only one. It was weird but in his narrow mindset, there was probably no one who could intrude their base of powers and live to see the dawn.

His laugh was cut short as a hand grew larger in his vision and held him up by his head. His feet left the ground and started kicking empty air and his laughing mouth let out silent screams of pain. There were a few whooshing sounds behind him. Alex closed his fist and the man's head was crushed with his grip alone. His blood and brain matter splashed around like a balloon bursting.

"I really am quite the monster huh. Whatever."

Alex turned around and there was no one left in the room but them three and Hansen in a half-dead state.

"Good job Shea." It had been so fast that the people didn't even get a chance to scream before turning into meat paste.

"Muu. Alex and Shea are too fast. I feel like I am becoming useless." Yue pouted by the side as she didn't have the time to assist them.

"Of course not. My Yue is the most important. Without her, just what would I do?"

"Alex..." "Yue..."

They went wandering in their love world again.

"Ahem. You too, just what are you doing? At least read the room."

***

Alex frowned as Yue's magic burned Hansen from the inside out.

The auction was already held and all the children were sold.

"Alex-san, what do we do now?"

Alex was getting a little worried too. He always held a soft spot for children deep in his heart, especially now that he had decided to save them.

"Check the room, there must be some list that tells the identities of the buyers."

And indeed there was a list of customers hidden in a compartment. So many people, all of them influential in Fuhren or other states participating as guests. There was also no mention of transaction details.

In the next hour, Alex, Yue and Shea went through all the houses, searching every nook and cranny and disposing off human trash.

The more they searched, the sourer their mood became. Be it the masters or servants, they were all the highest level of trash with only a few exceptions.

Every child they found was malnourished, mistreated and abused on a regular basis. Their health was so bad, they could've taken their last breath any second. Looking at their condition, Alex found his heart clenching in anger. He did not even hesitate to use the precious ambrosia to heal the children.

Although he didn't care much about the children, seeing those children's conditions tugged at the spot of the remaining human he was in his heart.

At last, after an hour of toiling around, he found the dragon child, Myu. She had long, emerald-green hair. Her adorable features shone through her dirt ridden body as she laid on the dirty floor. The location they were in was an underground dungeon prison beneath a wealthy merchant's home. There were a few other children in other cells but most of them were no longer alive.

One day. They had been late by just one day. The auction was held yesterday night and all the children sold in the auction had been subjected to all kinds of torture in just one day. Just what pleasure could one find in hearing the screams of despair of a little child.

In front of him, Myu was passed out with dried tear stains on her pretty face and whip marks here and there on her body. He knelt down and carefully fed her the ambrosia taking care not to let her choke. His anger and frustration reached the limits.

After Myu's body was healed of injuries, her stomach rumbled in hunger. He protectively held Myu in his embrace and stood up. The chains on his arms did not hurt at all as if a part of his soft skin.

Myu let out a small groan with her dry throat as she felt the warmth of his hug. Her eyes opened a little slit to witness the start of the abuse again but a reassuring voice warmed the depth of her soul and she closed her eyes to sleep.