When I returned inside the room, Alea did not change much from her usual appearance.

This made me more or less vain and asked of my own accord:

"You don't ask me why?"

Alea said:

"The young master must have a reason for doing so."

Although said so, but the her small emotions still can not be hidden. Probably she would like me to point at Pierce and say "kick his ass" like I did before.

I smiled bitterly and said:

"It's nothing really. Just suddenly figured it out. When I came, I did not know why those poor people would show gleaming eyes, but now I understand. I'm afraid the news that that half-human, half-demon girl is going to be executed has spread long ago, and now everyone is looking forward to handing her over in exchange for peace. If we stop this now, we are making an enemy of the entire West City, and in the future, but whenever there is a demon invasion, those people will dump the pot on our heads."

Alea pinched the sword at his waist, wrinkled his good-looking eyebrows and muttered:

"How so ...... young master also heard it, right? That person called Pierce said that the half-demon who was handed over killed a lot of 'compatriots' of the demon race, she should be the one protecting the West City."

So, still too young, Alea.

I shook my head and said to her:

"Come out for a walk with me."

After changing into plain clothes, I went to the roadside and lifted up two shovelfuls of dirt and poured it down from my head, rolled it twice in the grass and looked more or less dirty. Alea followed my example and did it, but still did not understand me.

I told her that this was called a micro-discipline.

The two of us strolled through West City again, this time looking less conspicuous. Most of the people on the street saw us as one of their own, and no longer actively avoided us. I took Alea to a teahouse and sat down, ordered the cheapest tea, and started drinking without saying a word.

The teahouse was lively.

The people were very enthusiastic.

Everyone was talking about it.

"Filita is finally gone, so it's time for our good days to come."

"What are you talking about? I used to think she was a good person, but I never thought she was full of bad things."

"You just know she's a bad person, she's been at odds with us since she was a child, didn't she use to stone our children? Remember that year, she burned down several houses, although no one died, but I knew then that she was a demon by nature. Don't just see her be cruel to the demons, but she can the same to humans."

The teahouse is everywhere the sound of conversation.

"That's right! If it weren't for her, why would we have endured so many years of suffering? She's to blame!"

"That's right, she's just a wild child, does she really think she is something important?"

"Oh, the daughter of a beast is still a beast ...... anyway, they are not good things, let them dog eat dog."

I poured Alea a cup of tea, watched her drink it, and asked:

"How does it feel?"

Alea replied:

"It's bitter."

I laughed.

Someone in the teahouse slapped the table:

"What's so scary about the Demons? What's scary is the insiders! I think that Filita is not a good thing by nature, if she is really that capable, why doesn't she counterattack the Demons, why doesn't she kill all those Demons? She has long been in cahoots with the devils!"

"In that case, the devils want her back, could it be that they are also afraid that we will find this out?"

"Exactly! Those noble lords are still soft-hearted, if you want me to say so, we should kill her in the west city and throw her head to the demons!"

"Good idea! Relieve the anger!"

A round of applause rang out.

I poured a cup of tea and said to Alea:

"The people are justice, and the will of the people is absolutely right. But you see, by mixing in the people with a few ill-intentioned provocateurs, they can be easily incited. And is that demon who seems to be named Filita really that noble? You can't guarantee it, and neither can I. Perhaps she really is a pawn of the Demons buried in the West City? Saving her would require a great price to pay, and is it really worth it?"

Alea was silent.

I held my teacup and said quietly:

"If you were put in that position, what would you do? Would you have tied your hands?"

Alea shook her head.

I said:

"That's it. Pierce used the word 'brought to justice', but I don't believe the current West City has the strength to capture her and escort her to the demon territory. Then it can only mean that she tied her hands, why tied her hands? Was it because she wanted to go back to the demon territory? These things are not clear."

Alea took a sip of tea and nodded good-naturedly.

I pointed to the boiling crowd and said:

"Besides, what those people are saying doesn't have to be wrong. You just heard it, right? That woman named Filita burned someone's house, and how badly does it mean to lose a house to a population whose lives are already difficult? Is she really a good person by nature? If she hadn't done anything wrong to humanity, why could she stir up such a wave?"

I didn't say anything.

Inside the teahouse, on the street, even the whole city.

All the people were rhythmically and neatly chanting three words.

"Kill her! Kill her!!!"