The sacred right side of a certain comic

Satila walked into her house, although at this time Satila had already begun to doubt whether this room still belonged to her.

She sat on the edge of the bed farthest from Roy, her butt just sitting there, and placed the basket in her hand on the crooked table beside her.

Roy glanced at the basket. It was filled with sour wild fruits that he had tasted before. It seemed that just as he thought, Satila was out picking these wild fruits for food every day, and that was why he was alive now.

"Snapped!"

Roy snapped his fingers with his left hand. The sudden sound startled Satila, and she almost got up and ran out.

A light appeared in the dark cabin. Of course, the lamp Roy used was not an oil lamp. It was just a simple magic trick.

Satila looked curiously at the firelight floating in the air like fireflies. Her face showed the curiosity and excitement of a girl, and she stretched out her hands to catch the light. But after raising his arm halfway, he silently lowered it.

"Have you never seen magic?"

Roy asked doubtfully.

Although the magic in this world should be closer to those in fantasy novels, rather than more conceptual concepts like the Moon World, presumably this kind of light-making spell should be the most basic application of magic.

Satila shook her head and said:"……It is impossible for a person like me to come into contact with a magician."

Roy nodded clearly. It seems that Satila really doesn't know magic. As she said, how can such poor people living at the bottom have the opportunity to contact those high-ranking magicians?

"Goo————"

Satila's stomach suddenly growled. After hearing the shameful sound, the half-elf girl lowered her head in embarrassment.

She went out from the morning and ran to the jungle ten kilometers away. She picked wild fruits all day long. At noon, she only ate some wild fruits to fill her stomach. In the evening, she drove ten kilometers back to her home. She had I'm so hungry.

She opened the clean cloth on the basket and wanted to eat some wild fruits

"Eat this. This is more nutritious."

Roy snatched the basket from Satila's hand and handed over the leftover fruits he had eaten and the grains and grains for the common people of this world like 'wowotou'.

Satila sat on the edge of the bed with her legs together. She curled up nervously and rubbed her hands. When she saw what Roy handed him, she subconsciously refused.

"eat!"

Roy pushed the food directly into Satila's hands without hesitation. The force he used was so strong that the thin girl's body shook. Under

Roy's strength, Satila clenched and loosened her fists. Open it and whisper:"……Thanks."

The half-elf girl eats very delicately. Although she has not received any etiquette training, her elven blood naturally gives her a natural and timeless temperament and grace. Coupled with her stunning beauty, even if she is there, She looked very cute while eating fruits and 'wowotou'.

Well, as long as a girl is beautiful, she will look cute no matter what she does.

Perhaps she was a little nervous about being stared at by Roy, but Satila was eating very fast. Fast, even making Roy wonder if she would choke.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you in here? Roy said jokingly

"My lord, you are a good man."

Satila said seriously.

Roy curled his lips and said this again. It seems that the passive effect of"Seeing the Face of God" is sometimes not good, and it is easy for girls to get the good guy card.

After eating Roy's food, the relationship between the two seemed to be a little closer.

"Sir, it's not that I hate you, it's just that……"

Satila considered her words and said carefully:"……I hope you can stay away from me, I...I am dangerous, just a shadow...this way...that way……"

Having just eaten the food Roy gave her, Satila was also somewhat grateful to Roy. The half-elf girl wanted to express her danger in a tactful way that would not hurt Roy's feelings and did not want him to be killed, but Satila did not She was not very good at words, and the more she tried to be tactful, the harder it became to explain. She danced and gestured, her movements a bit funny.

The more she gestured, the more anxious and nervous Satila became.

"I know what you want to say, it is a power that is beyond your control."

Roy raised his hand to stop Satila's blind gestures. He stared at Satila's shadow under the swaying light. The shadow seemed to be a living thing, exuding a strange and ominous aura.

"You know?"

Satila said in surprise. This is something that Satila has been holding back in her heart and finds it difficult to tell others.

She is afraid that others will call her a 'monster'. Her identity as a half-elf has made her face difficulties in life, but After all, there are still some children in this slum who will call her 'Sister Satila' and will be eager for the wild fruit snacks she brings back every day.

But if her weird ability is exposed, if people know that she has 'killed If she kills those who have ill intentions towards her, then her name of 'monster' will spread like wildfire, and even the children will avoid her in fear.

This is something Satila absolutely does not want to see. The scene she arrived at.

Life was already so difficult, and she didn't want the last burning flame of hope in her heart to be extinguished, which would make her lose her desire for life.

But now, a stranger could see her embarrassment at a glance, which made her Satila felt inexplicably grateful and slightly dependent

"Can you tell me how you obtained this power?"

Roy is very interested in the power of the witch. This is completely different from the power of the Godslayer and the God of Disobedience. The power of the Godslayer and the God of Disobedience comes from myths and legends, while the power of the witch is not It involves the foundation of the world. It is similar to 'protection'. The power of the witch is like a certain rule of the world, but it is much stronger than ordinary protection.

"I didn't know that I already had this power when I was a child……"

Perhaps it was because Roy was not familiar with her and was not someone she would see in her daily life. After finding someone to talk to, Satila opened up the chatterbox and spoke endlessly:"……I have difficulty controlling this power. It always appears when I am in danger or emotional. Although I am grateful that it has saved me many times, I am still very scared."

"……Every time this power appears, I feel that I am no longer myself. There is another me controlling my body. There is also a feeling that I don’t know how to describe that fills my heart. I will... resent others and want to Keep everything to yourself!"

Satila looked horrified. For a girl with a pure nature like her, this kind of emotion must be frightening to her.

"That's"jealousy"』……"

Roy summed up Satila's indescribable emotions in one word

"Yes, yes, it's"jealousy"』……It turned out to be"jealousy"』"

Satila opened her mouth slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed and murmuring.

Roy pondered for a moment and said:"……As I said before, there are nobles targeting you. Whether it is for your own safety or the safety of other people in this slum who do not deserve to die, you should leave here."

"……And you can't control your own power. This is also a time bomb. No matter from which aspect, leaving here is your must choice."

"But, I am a half-elf……"

Satella talked about her identity as a mixed race that would be hated by the world.

"This is not a big problem. If you are willing to stay with me, no one will care about your identity as a half-elf. This is the case with everyone in the world. They always abuse the weak and fear the strong. As long as you are strong enough, no one will dare to do more. In other words, strength can be power, status, or money!"

Roy taught Satila the concepts that greatly impacted her outlook on life.

"This seems to be the concept of the Flakian Empire."

Satila murmured in a low voice. She began to suspect that Roy was actually a noble of the Flakia Empire, but she just didn't know what he was going to do when he came to the Lugnica Kingdom.

"But I can't do anything……"

Didn't she think about leaving the ghetto? No, Satila has had such an idea for a long time, but her half-elf hybrid status and her useless abilities have always restricted her from leaving here.

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to do anything, I can support you!"

It must be fun to raise a witch, right?"

"Why?!!"