After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 190 - 58 Before Time Heals the Wounds

Chapter 190: Chapter 58 Before Time Heals the Wounds

"Good grief, waking us up so early, telling us to bring bandages and head to the dock, we didn’t even get to have breakfast in Hezlosa... Clearly, you could use magic to heal them, right? Like slow recovery or something."

The Naga Leader complained, biting into soft, fragrant bread accompanied by slightly salty meat slices... But, thanks to Yila, the food and drinking water on the ship were of quite high quality.

"Yes, I can indeed manifest Vera’s wings to perform healing magic."

As Yila said this, he realized the Naga Leader didn’t seem to understand much about it. He explained, "But the essence of healing magic is to stimulate the body, multiplying its natural healing abilities many times over."

"If someone is simply injured, even severely, such magic can naturally work. But if the person is still very weak, using this magic would only accelerate their death."

Yila spoke as he looked at the children slowly doing rehabilitation exercises on the deck, saying, "It’s no longer the age of gods. There are no priests who can use divine arts, let alone..."

He didn’t continue, but everyone knew what Yila wanted to say... It was a secret known to only a few—let alone the fact that now the gods were dead.

"Really? Is that so?"

Everyone who didn’t understand much about this showed expressions of amazement.

"By the way, Yila, do you have some sort of special ability?"

The Merfolk Leader asked curiously, opening her hands in a gesture of "wanting a hug," and said, "Clearly, they seemed to have given up on life before, but after you hugged them, they managed to move around a bit."

Yila, without dampening the Merfolk Leader’s enthusiasm, gave her a quick hug and then immediately let go.

"It doesn’t seem like anything special."

The Merfolk Leader said as she laughed, "If I were locked in a dark, sunless cabin and whipped, then your hug would feel especially warm, right? To be honest, I thought I would feel genuine happiness once hugged..."

In response, Yila just shook his head and joked—

"That’s a technique that succubi master; I definitely don’t have that kind of special ability."

Yila patted the Merfolk Leader’s shoulder, stood up, and said, "The biggest effect of a hug is to make them realize they are on equal footing with me, and not some commodity called a slave... Of course, that’s not enough to unlock their sealed hearts."

"Haha, because they can feel that if they stay still, they would inconvenience me as their savior and also delay the rescue of other companions."

Chuckling, Yila explained the reason behind the effectiveness of hugs, indicating with a tilt of his head towards the Beastman and demonic beings, saying, "From the real reason, I should be quite cunning... using their natural gratitude."

"Fortunately, so far, the nobles have cared about the cleanliness of the slaves, so the slave capture team hasn’t done anything during the enslavement process... allowing me to preserve their last shred of dignity."

As Yila was speaking, the door of the captain’s cabin was pushed open from the outside, and the black Catman girl walked in calmly, seemingly ready to say something, so Yila immediately stopped talking.

*Such words were absolutely inappropriate to say in front of her... But she seemed to have heard them anyway.*

"Actually, we already had companions who were ’done something’ to."

The black Catman girl said, her demeanor very calm, her expression similar to Yila’s usual indifferent look. She said, "But once they start doing something, those pirates become unstoppable..."

Except for Satan Ye, who still seemed confused, the other leaders showed expressions of lament and sorrow... Demonic beings could empathize with others, a capability surpassing the empire’s leaders tenfold, perhaps more; this was good.

After saying this, the black Catman girl paused for a moment, then continued, "Afterwards, that companion died like a broken rag doll and was thrown into the sea... She was my sister."

"..."

"..."

*In this context, becoming like that was quite understandable, or perhaps... not completely falling into a reclusive state and never waking up again was already extraordinarily strong for this girl.*

Although Satan Ye didn’t fully understand, she roughly got that the girl’s sister was bullied and then killed. She pursed her lips and asked, "Poor child, can I give you a hug?"

After a brief silence, the Catman girl looked at the young Crimson Dragon Demon King and, nodding, voluntarily embraced Satan Ye, saying, "If you need, you can always do so."

Then, Hilena and the three Sea Demons gently joined the hug...

The scene was very heartwarming.

...

"So, are you here as their representative to say something?"

As for Yila, whose words broke the mood, the black Catman girl, being surrounded by everyone, spoke in a muffled voice, "I only represent the Beastman slaves, we..."

Yila almost immediately interrupted the black Catman girl, correcting, "You are not slaves. You were never slaves, only victimized children."

In response, the black Catman girl promptly corrected herself, saying, "I know, I only represent the Beastman kids. We don’t want to go back to the Beastman Country... at least not until everyone has the courage to return. Some kids hope you can help to relay their safety."

In essence, they didn’t know how to face that guilt-ridden homeland...

Yila didn’t refuse but instead nodded and said helplessly, "Continuously changing the route is quite troublesome, but I respect your wishes. Having something to do is a good thing for you, so you won’t overthink all day."

Yila said this while looking at the liberated black Catman girl, "I’ll notify the Demon King Territory later and have the diplomats inform the Beastman Country about you. For now, come with us, and work in the Demon King Territory for a while... until time heals your wounds."

To Yila’s words, the black Catman girl tilted her head and said, "My father also said something similar... about time healing wounds... I always thought my father was remarkable."

It seemed the black Catman girl’s father was also a philosopher... They might have many topics to discuss with Yila.

"But he also died, killed by the slave capture team."

"..."

*Are you having too much misfortune?*

Thinking this, Yila could only respond to the girl with a bitter smile.