Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 Fairness part 2

It couldn't be ruled out that there were indeed some kind-hearted people among them, but more so, compared to donating money, they wanted to sleep soundly at night. No one wanted to wake up the next day and find that the "thugs" from the Syndicate had labeled them as aristocrats and landlords, only to discover their heads had been relocated.

Several days later, when Vielsia, wearing a cloak, walked on the main streets again, the streets of the royal city were much livelier than before.

More and more people had money and new jobs, their faces brimming with smiles of "happiness" and "joy".

Why...

This was not a city ruled by the demon race in history, in the history books. Places invaded by the demon race should have been in ruins, filled with suffering, with only destruction left behind. But Ilinor was not like that. Even...

Without realizing it, Vielsia returned to the Royal Academy, the starting point of all her "dreams". This was where she first came into contact with human society, and also where she first met Reji.

As the intellectuals of the royal city, everyone in the Royal Academy was elite. The professors andf teachers were actually very resistant to the Crown Princess, believing that distributing wealth and resources to the ignorant lower class was a waste and squander.

Large-scale money distribution would also cause serious damage to Ilinor's economic system and trigger inflation.

It wasn't until the Crown Princess subsequently introduced a new policy called "compulsory education". From then on, all Ilinor nationals, regardless of region or household registration, would be able to enjoy education. Everyone would be eligible to learn magic.

Some simple spells were actually not complicated, but could greatly help productivity, such as the zero-tier Water Dew Spell for irrigation in farming, and the Ember Spell for smelting and forging.

Robbing the rich and distributing land was only a temporary celebration. What could truly allow Ilinor's commoners to live a good life and make Ilinor a strong nation was not unlimited money distribution, but rather increasing productivity. What was needed was... a magic revolution.

In fact, many countries knew this, so why did they still not implement it? Because it violated the "Non-Proliferation of Magic" treaty issued by the Empire, which clearly stated that commoners, other than nobles, were not allowed to widely learn magic.

Queen Yuffie had clearly expressed that Ilinor also wanted to follow in the Empire's footsteps.

But alas, the evil bandits of the Syndicate were too rampant and terrifying.

Not only did they murder the Imperial Envoy, but they also massacred all of Ilinor's nobles and royals. The severely wounded Ilinor had no choice but to use this method to recover its vitality. Everything was just for self-defense.

No one would doubt this story.

The notorious Syndicate, the desert region filled with war and chaos, if there was anyone in the world who did not fear the Empire, it was probably these desperados.

But while this rhetoric could fool others, Vielsia knew the truth in her heart.

There were no evil bandits from the Syndicate.

It was clearly the demon race.

So, it was Reji who was backing Crown Princess Yuffie. Vielsia even had a strong intuition that the series of new policies in Ilinor were not solely Yuffie's doing, but also had the shadow of Reji behind them.

Could it be...

Could it be that I was the one who was wrong?

Vielsia recalled that at the conference, she had still tried to protect those nobles and royals, but now it seemed that the death of these people was indeed the best help for Ilinor.

No...

No matter what, lives should not be so easily taken. They should have been handed over for a fair trial.

...

Now, Vielsia arrived at a dark alley.

Not far ahead of her, a mother and daughter were now retreating in fear, surrounded by a group of commoners. From the mother's appearance, although her clothes had become simple, her tender skin showed that she was once from a wealthy family, with the upkeep of a noble.

"It's them! The relatives of Count William! They exploited us so much back then!"

"What Count, the nobles are long gone. Hmph, that bastard William died a good death, but it's a pity about his beautiful wife and daughter."

"How can you call it a pity? Don't they have us? Madam, you and your daughter can pay off your noble husband's debts!"

As they spoke, several leering commoners were about to pounce and bully this mother and daughter who had lost their husband, fallen from grace overnight, and lost all their wealth.

Until a verdant magic arrow shot over, startling them. Seeing that Vielsia was a mage who could use magic, they cursed under their breath and quickly ran away.

"Thank you... thank you, my lord, thank you, thank you, woo hoo..."

The mother and daughter, who kept thanking Vielsia, finally left in confusion and helplessness, trembling and sobbing to each other.

And Vielsia could only clench her fists on the spot, unable to do anything.

If she had been able to help Reji more in this regard back then, if she had been able to successfully persuade her teacher to use gentler methods, perhaps more people could have had a relatively better ending.

Vielsia had already seen that perhaps her teacher was leading the demon race down another path, but this path was too different from the demon race of the past. Vielsia could well imagine the obstacles Reji would face in the future.

I... want to help teacher...!

The hatred between elves and demons did not necessarily have to end in slaughter. If the demon race could be reformed and educated, wouldn't that be another, greater victory for us elves?

But...

Vielsia, who had been dreaming of such a future, finally lowered her head in disappointment, like an abandoned puppy, clutching the collar of her former master - the only thing Reji had given her, that cloak.

Without power, everything was nonsense.

I can only watch as teacher gets further and further away from me...

Just then, at the entrance of the alley in front of Vielsia, a figure suddenly appeared.

"Dear Miss Vielsia, your noble sense of justice as an elf makes me admire you. I think now we both need each other. If that's the case, why don't we..."

"Have a cooperation?"

A low voice, ghastly green eyes, and a pair of bony hands wrapped in bandages reaching out to her.

Vielsia's pupils immediately constricted, her whole body tensing up.

With such iconic features, how could an elf not recognize this figure?

The Sixth Apostle of the Demon Race.

The Wicked Demon, Lordan.