Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

65  Chapter 65: Ema

The girl still had her head down. I gestured for her to eat with the fork and stop using her hands. After a few minutes of waiting, she finished eating what was on the plate, grabbed the glass of water, and downed it in one gulp.

Vitality seemed to return to her body. Her pale and exhausted skin gained some color, her eyes regained the life that every child should have in their infancy.

She raised her head and began to nervously move her right leg. With evident nervousness in her eyes, she managed to open her mouth. "Th-thank you for... the... food."

Her voice was very low, like that of a mosquito. If it weren't for my keen senses, I wouldn't have heard it. Her main characteristic, without a doubt, was her slightly smaller but pointed ears at the same time. She was a mestizo.

"Don't worry about it, but why were you in that state, and where are your parents?" Elsa asked with a warm voice.

Her body froze, and her expression turned somber. She lowered her head again, and her eyes once again had small tears threatening to fall.

"P-please... help me... my parents are very sick... please help me..." The girl was about to kneel on the floor to beg, but I stopped her. I don't want a girl to kneel in front of me, crying and begging for help desperately. Seriously, I still have feelings, and pity and empathy are some of them. Ignoring a girl who asks for help desperately is not in my plans. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"It's okay, calm down, we'll help you, but first I need you to calm down and explain what's going on," I said calmly.

"Uhm," she said, wiping away the tears with her hands, gathering all the courage her heart could muster.

"My dad is a dwarf and my mom is an elf. We live in the poorest part of the city. Although we are poor, we were happy, but... but my dad had to pay for my mom's medicine when suddenly one day My mom got sick, my dad is a blacksmith and has a small shop... but no one ever comes... since no one came to the shop, my dad couldn't continue paying for my mom's medicine, so he got sick too, everyone days it was worse than the previous one...I didn't know what to do...but one day a man appeared at the door, I couldn't hear the conversation, but my dad got very angry and kicked him out of the house. From that day on He came every day of the week, but each time my father angrily kicked him out, until he started using violence, but every day my parents got worse, I was desperate, afraid of losing my parents... so I decided to listen to him. What the man told me. He said that if I went with him my parents could make a lot of money. So I decided to do it, but he tried to put me in a cage. He was very scared, so I ran as far as I could. Since he hadn't eaten for several days, I couldn't get very far..."

So it's true, she's a mestizo. Mestizos are very rare and can be considered objects of very high value. The probability of a mestizo being born is very low, less than 5 percent. For this reason, they are often sold on the black market as first-level slaves, the use of which depends on the owner who bought the slave...

It's very likely that they are currently looking for her. With nobody to protect her, it's the best time to capture her and be able to sell her.

I frowned. Although slavery is very normal here, dealing with young children is very different. They don't deserve such a cruel fate, nobody does. There are many crazy bastards out there, who knows what they'll do with a child in their hands... Clicking my tongue with annoyance, I feel irritated. As a person from a modern world, children are very protected by society and are the future of a city, but here they can be treated as mere objects of value...

Elsa, on the other hand, had both hands on her mouth, in a state of shock. This must be new to her, she never imagined that this kind of situation was happening. I, on the other hand, only felt anger. Sometimes fate is so cruel to the kind of people who don't deserve it.

Letting out a deep sigh, I approach the girl. "What's your name?"

"My name is Ema, sir," she replied, a little afraid.

"Okay, Ema, I'll help you, okay? But I need you to guide me to your house, to see in what condition your parents are," I reply calmly.

"Th-thank you," she said, lowering her head.

I could feel her sincere gratitude in her words. Nodding, I took out a small piece of clothing from Elsa that I had in my ring and put it on top of the one she was wearing.

"You look much better like this, don't you, Elsa?" I asked with a smile.

"You look very adorable, Ema, you're very pretty!" Elsa replied enthusiastically.

Ema froze in place and gently grabbed the piece of clothing. She looked slightly, with her eyes shining brightly. It seemed she liked it very much.

It was a small dress for a girl. Elsa bought it when she arrived in the city, but it turned out it didn't fit. When she was going to throw it away, I quickly stole it and kept it in my ring, just in case. Nodding with a smile, sometimes being cautious enough is very good.

The dress was pink, with an elegant embroidery and decoration. It looked perfect on Ema.

After thanking her again, we followed her to her house. We walked for about an hour until we reached a part that was clearly very different from the rest. There was no metal floor and each metal house; instead, the floor was dirt and the houses were old wood. This place housed the lower social class, the one found at the bottom of the barrel.

Some people lying or sitting looked at us with greedy eyes and malice. Obviously, we were not welcome in this place. With the clothes we were wearing, the way we walked, and the air of nobility around us, nobody dared to approach us. Thinking it over, maybe that's why Ema was scared at first...

We felt multiple gazes towards our direction. This place, without a doubt, was the worst I had ever seen. People with severe deformities, excrement everywhere, and even corpses in some corners. The smell of decay and poverty was everywhere in this place. To all the people, if you stopped and looked closely, you could even see the ribs sticking out of their sides... people with deformities and some stains on their faces.

"Do you live in this place?" Elsa asked, stunned. For her, this shouldn't be suitable for a human being to live in.

"Hmm no, we didn't live in this place. We lived on the outskirts of this part, but since my dad couldn't cover the expenses, we were kicked out onto the street..." she said with deep sadness.

Looking around, I can see how lucky I am. Just the thought of transmigrating into one of these people's bodies makes my whole body shudder.

 Maybe I wouldn't have lasted even a day in this world.

We arrived at a house a little farther from the others. It was in better condition, with two rooms. Arriving at the door, Ema took a key from somewhere and placed it in the door.

Clak!

The door opened with a heavy sound. Inside, it was very dark. Ema entered like a bullet and went straight to a specific room. Following her with quick steps, Elsa and I could see a dwarf man and an elf woman lying in bed, with their faces extremely pale. They had black spots on their faces, and their chests rose and fell at an abnormal speed. Drops of black sweat fell from their foreheads. Feeling their pulses, they didn't have much time left to live.

"Dad!" "Mom!" "Don't leave me" "WAAAAA"

"Please, help my parents."

Approaching their parents, I took out two low-level potions. Quickly, I placed them in their dry mouths, and the cool liquid began to fall directly into their mouths. The black spots disappeared little by little, but the liquid ran out. I took out two more potions and did the same as before.

After a few minutes, all the spots disappeared completely. The complexion of their skin gained more color than before, and their breathing slowly improved. The pain in their faces disappeared completely, replaced by deep relief.

"Don't worry, Ema, your parents will definitely get better when they wake up," I reassure her, trying to calm her down.

"Yes, don't worry, little Ema, they are in good hands now," Elsa also said with a reassuring smile.

Ema, with her eyes red from crying so much, tries to calm down and puts on a smile for the first time since we met her. Her smile was very radiant and sincere at the same time, her eyes shone with infinite joy.