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149 A Battle of Wits

「Even if the slums burn down, the country won’t feel a thing. At least, that’s what they think.」

「That’s horrible…」

「And that’s not the worst of it. The dead ones might actually be the lucky ones.」

「You’ve caught on, Marge. Us Elves, apparently, look just the way humans like. The useless ones are granted death. The ones that might be useful? They’re reported dead and sold off. For all the taxes they couldn’t squeeze out of the slums, they’ll make it back right here in one go. Wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest.」

「The Knight Orders are made up of humans with an unhealthy obsession with hunting demi-humans. No matter where they hide, they’ll sniff them out.」

「That bastard… left behind insurance like this…!?」

Remonde cursed someone who wasn’t even present. The ‘bastard’ in question was clearly pulling the strings.

「Who is this bastard, exactly?」

「…A human. A pitiful, shriveled old man whose only joy left in