A carriage pulled by fives human slaves crawled into a village. Two village guards who were surprised approached the carriage, but one of the female elf suddenly got down and cut off head that's two village guards in an instant

Rosaline gracefully got off the train using the backs of her slaves who were already bent over the edge of the train as steps to get down

“Rosaline : Well, well, so many impertinent little pigglet need to be punished in here~” Her eyes locked on people in that village, unblinking and unamused. The moment was thick with tension as she tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint sneer behind the black cloth that covers her mouth.

She walks towards village and grip her staff in right hand, hips swaying in a mockingly sexual. Along with the group of female elves who also got off the train and started walking behind her.

“Females elves : Kneel, or die where you stand." said one of the elves behind Rosaline, followed by another elf

Female elves 2 : Choose wisely, human trash.”

"Hmmmph! You dare to stand in my way, human?" Rosaline chuckles coldly at your challenge, her expression unimpressed and bored at the same time. "I can crush you into pieces with a flick of my finger or strike down every last one of these insolent vermin while you watch helplessly. Which do you prefer?"

She pauses for a moment, lifting an eyebrow as her gaze sweeps over the panicked crowd around you. "Or perhaps... I might decide to make use of your pathetic body instead," she whispers, glancing meaningfully at her fellow Dark Elves nearby. "If you're lucky." Her smile is mocking and cruel, as sharp as her fingernails.

Rosaline's eyes narrow slightly as she feels the surge of power emanating from you, but her expression remains unreadable. "Very well," she says coldly, "You may spare these wretched insects." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turns away from the tense confrontation, not deigning to show any signs of acknowledgement or gratitude for your intervention. Her dark-clad female elves remain where they are, watching you warily as their mistress walks back toward her carriage.

"However," she continues over her shoulder, "I expect repayment for my generosity." She pauses once more, this time turning slightly to fix you with a cruel smile. "You will serve me, little human," she says, emphasizing each word with a snap of her fingers. "And when the time comes, you will bring me fresh meat for my am

With a curt nod, she retakes her seat in the carriage, imperiously motioning for you to join her. "Hurry up," she snaps impatiently, gesturing for one of her slaves to whip their backs harder. "We have much work to do." Once you are seated next to her, she leans in close, the foul stench of her breath filling your nostrils as she whispers maliciously, "And if you try anything clever, my little pet... I'll make sure it costs you everything."

She sneers at your courtesy, her eyes flashing with disgust and contempt. "Don't get too comfortable, human," she growls through clenched teeth. "You may think you've earned my trust by bargaining away these vermin... but it is only temporary." Her hand absent-mindedly idly stokes the wood of her staff, as if sensing its eagerness to be put to use against something weak and pathetic like you.

"Now," she continues after a moment's pause, "go on and tell me where I can find more pathetic creatures for us to 'rescue'."

Her sharp tongue clicks in satisfaction as you reveal the location of another pathetic human settlement she can plunder. "Bandits, eh? Well, we'll just have to teach them a lesson about not surrendering so easily next time, won't we?" Her pale eyes gleam with anticipation at the prospect of slaughter and suffering.

Without another word, she snaps her fingers and one of her slaves girl elves, whips the carriage into motion, rumbling off toward the village you described. The other female elves remain silent and alert, senses trained on their surroundings as they prepare for whatever challenges await them at their destination.

She remains silent for a while, lost in thought as the carriage hurtles toward the village. Finally, she glances at you out of the corner of her eye and snorts derisively. "You know," she says coldly, "these humans really don't stand a chance against us. No matter how many times they try to resist..." She pauses, frowning slightly as if mulling over something unpleasant. "...it never seems to make much of a difference." Her tone is biting and cruel, with just the barest hint of amusement underlying it all.

Her expression suddenly darkens once more, like storm clouds gathering on her features. "But that's not their fault," she mutters venomously. "They were simply born too weak... too pathetic to stand against those who are superior." Her hand tightens around the wood of her staff, and for a moment you think she might attack

Her head snaps around to face you, eyes narrowed in sudden suspicion. "What do you mean by that?" she hisses through clenched teeth, voice barely a whisper despite its icy menace. The hand not holding her staff clenches into a fist at her side, knuckles white with strain. "Do you dare question my methods?"

The other female elves in the carriage tense as well, shifting slightly to better gauge your reaction and readiness for combat. One of them even draws her sword slowly, silently slipping it from its sheath so that it clinks menacingly against the metal side of the coach.

"Humans," she snorts derisively, "think they're so clever with their questions." Her eyes narrow further, taking on an almost predatory aspect as she studies you more closely. "It doesn't matter how much stronger or smarter we are. We were born to rule over everything, to be worshipped and adored as gods. It is our birthright! So we take what belongs to us by force if necessary!" Her voice rises in a harsh, cold snarl. "And as for vermin like you..." She trails off, shaking her head slowly before continuing in a more controlled tone, "...you are nothing but insignificant annoyances that we must deal with along the way."

She snorts derisively at your show of submission, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "Don't flatter yourself," she mutters under her breath as the carriage continues its approach toward the village. Looking out the window, she studies the terrain and plots their next move, seemingly unconcerned with any further conversation with you. It appears that your question has been dismissed for now... but who knows when it might come up again?

Her voice finally breaks the silence, "When we reach the village, you will help me hunt down any humans that attempt to escape my wrath. You are to serve me now, and I expect no less." Her eyes flick back toward you, studying your reaction.

Well then, be prepared for some "exciting" times ahead... and remember your place. If you serve me well enough, perhaps I'll grant you a few scraps of dignity before we are finished here. Of course," she adds with a sinister smile, "that is assuming you survive." Her eyes glitter with malice as she watches you from the corner of her eye, almost daring you to disobey or defy her in any way.

"Good boy," she mutters, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disgust. The carriage draws closer to the village, entering through a small cleared path between the buildings. Female elves group spread out around you, ready for anything as they prepare to attack the moment Rosaline give them orders. As they arrive at the center of the village, she turns her attention back toward you and growls, "Now remember, when I say 'go', you move quickly and precisely... just like my slaves." Her eyes linger on your body for a moment longer before snapping back to the task at hand, cold and cruel as ever.

Her fingers drum impatiently against the armrest of her seat as she watches the village come alive with fear and panic. She studies each human's reaction, trying to decide which ones would be most delicious to torment before killing them off. Finally, she turns back to you with a vicious grin. "Go now, slave," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Make me proud." Her lips pull back into a satisfied snarl as she watches you obey without hesitation, running toward the fleeing villagers like a bloodthirsty hound eager to feast upon its prey.

Cold amusement colors her expression as she watches you use your own strength against a hapless human. "Very good," she murmurs almost absently, eyes narrowed in appraisal. She glances over to one of her elf slaves who had been following behind, clearly impressed despite herself. "Andale, finish him!" she shouts abruptly, gesturing at the wounded man you've pinned against the wall with your spear.

The female elf frowns in confusion for a moment before realizing Rosaline is addressing her and snaps to attention, rushing over to comply. She draws back her foot and delivers a swift, brutal kick to your gut, sending you flying backwards onto the hard-packed earth with a pained grunt.

"That's better," Rosaline says dismissively, turning away once more as if you were nothing but an ins

Her gaze scans the village as she watches her slave girls and male elf servants move about, dealing death swiftly and efficiently. She's proud of them, of course, but there's always room for improvement...especially when it comes to someone like you who has shown such potential for learning from her example. Perhaps she will allow you to live long enough to become truly useful to her...assuming, of course, that you prove yourself worthy of such an honor.

Rosaline eyes you for a moment, appraising your submission before nodding once. "Very well," she says icily, her voice devoid of any emotion. "You may rise and continue serving me as before." She glances out the window again, watching as her minions carry off yet another victim from the ruined village. "But remember," she adds with a chilling smile, "I am not easy to please... so make sure you don't disappoint me again."

Her eyes narrow as she looks at you, her gaze piercing like an icicle plunged into flesh. "I want you to find out where the humans have been hiding their money," she hisses venomously. "I will not tolerate any more failures in this matter." She glances out the window again, watching as several other villagers are brought before her for judgment and punishment. "Do not disappoint me further."

Her tone leaves no room for doubt: you either succeed in finding the hidden treasure or face the consequences. The fate of your miserable existence now rests on your ability to serve her well... and to survive until she decides otherwise.

Rosaline's gaze drifts over your shoulder as you bring the loot forward, her eyebrows rising in surprise and approval. "I see," she murmurs, running a fingertip along the edge of the jeweled dagger you've placed on the seat beside her. "Excellent work." She grins cruelly, flashing her teeth. "You have redeemed yourself... for now." Her eyes linger on your face for a moment before she shakes her head dismissively. "Now clean up this mess," she says with a wave of her hand, gesturing at the blood and gore that cover the village grounds. "And find something to eat. We'll be traveling soon enough."

Her voice is soft and quiet once more, almost gentle... but there's still an edge of menace beneath it all that makes you tremble nonetheless.

"Hmm," she hums, running her fingertips along the edge of the jeweled dagger again before taking it from you with a satisfied smile. "Very well, perhaps I will keep this as a token of my gratitude." She chuckles darkly. "And now, get to work." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turns back toward the window and continues to survey the ruined village, seemingly oblivious to your presence except when she deigns to acknowledge it with another cruel command or sinister smile.

"Well, well," she says with an ugly grin, her eyes narrowing as she studies the frightened male. "It seems we have another little morsel to play with." She glances back at you, her expression unreadable for a moment before she continues, "Very good, human. You may have earned yourself a temporary reprieve... for now." Her voice trails off ominously as she runs a finger along the edge of her dagger once more, the threat clear even without words.

Her gaze flicks back to the cowering man at your feet, and with a cruel smile, she motions for you to step aside. "Fetch me my whip," she commands, voice cool and calm as ever despite the carnage that surrounds her. "We'll have some fun with him before we leave."

Without so much as a word to you, Rosaline leans forward and snaps her fingers. A single female elf darts into motion, fetching the whip from its place in the carriage before hurrying back to present it to her mistress. Rosaline takes the leather tool with a satisfied smile, eyeing the cowering man at your feet like a hungry predator sizing up its prey.

"Don't move," she hisses venomously, taking hold of the whip in both hands and snapping it through the air menacingly. "Unless you want to feel this on your back." Her voice is cold as ice, devoid of any emotion save for cruel amusement at her own brutality.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asks idly as the male tries to flee past you. She gives a sharp tug on the whip, making him yelp in pain as it bites into his shoulder and spins him back around toward her. "Now," she continues in that same cruel tone, "you stay right where I can see you." Her gaze flicks back toward you again, assessing your reaction and readiness for whatever may come next.

As the male cowers before her, Rosaline idly flicks the end of the whip back and forth through the air. "I wonder..." she murmurs to herself, eyes narrowing as she considers her options. Then, with a sudden motion, she snaps the whip toward you instead of the human at your feet. The crack is loud in the silence and stings the air between them before it makes contact with your skin, leaving a burning line across your bare back.

You cry out in pain, both from the blow itself and from the shock of it happening when you least expected it. Tears spring to your eyes as you double over, clutching at the welt on your back. "That's better," she says with a satisfied smile, her voice almost gentle for a moment before returning to its cold, cruel tone. "Now, where were we?"

She looks pointedly at the male cowering nearby

Rosaline's eyes narrow as she studies your reaction. For a moment, it seems like she's actually impressed with your determination not to flinch or show any sign of weakness in the face of her cruelty. She nods slightly, appreciating the display, but only for a heartbeat before her expression once again slips back into its usual cold, distant mask.

"Good," she says, her voice soft as velvet and just as lethal. "Now tell me..." She pauses dramatically, letting the word hang in the air for a moment before continuing, "...where is the rest of your pathetic village hiding?" Her eyes bore into yours with unholy intensity, daring you to lie or refuse to answer.

The male at her feet whimpers, terrified beyond words.

Rosaline's pale brow furrows slightly at your request. For a moment, she considers denying it outright... but something about the way you speak, the tone of your voice and the respect with which you address her makes her hesitate. Perhaps there might be some small use for this pathetic creature after all.

With a barely perceptible nod, she grants you permission to interrogate the male captive. "Very well," she says, leaning back in her seat once more with an air of detached amusement. "But remember: if he lies or refuses to answer, I will not hesitate to exact my punishment upon him." Her gaze shifts briefly toward you before returning to the cowering man at your feet.

The male trembles violently in fear as you step closer, your mere presence conveying a threat far greater than any whip could hope to match.

"Excellent," Rosaline says coolly, her eyes flicking between you and the cowering male as if weighing your usefulness against his treachery. "You've proven quite valuable today, human." Her tone is almost approving... but there's still an underlying current of threat that makes your skin crawl with fear. "Now," she continues, straightening in her seat and folding her hands across her lap once more, "tell me where the rest of our little hunting party can find the other survivors." Her eyes narrow as they study you intently, searching for any sign that you might be lying or holding out on her.

The male shudders visibly under her gaze, whimpering and twisting uselessly in his bonds as he awaits your answer.

Amused, Rosaline raises an eyebrow at you. "And you're certain this information is accurate?" She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees as she watches you carefully. "Or perhaps you've simply forgotten the truth in your haste to please me?" There's a note of threat underlying her words, but also an undeniable curiosity about how far you might be willing to go for her approval... and survival.

The male struggles against his bonds, terrified that he may say or do the wrong thing at this moment and suffer the worst consequences.

"Very well," she murmurs at last, her gaze flicking briefly toward the male before returning to you once more. "Then lead us there." Her voice is soft but commanding, leaving no room for argument or hesitation. You can sense the tension easing slightly in the carriage as the other elves and servants finally begin to believe that their hunt will be successful today.

The male sobs in relief, certain now that he's escaped with his life... at least for the moment.

"Bring him," she commands sharply. "I haven't decided what to do with him yet." There's a slight smile curving her lips, but it doesn't reach her eyes as she watches the cowering male being dragged toward the carriage by two of her female elves. The other elf soldiers and servants crowd close behind, eager for more bloodshed and mayhem.

With you leading the way once again, they follow after you into the trees and undergrowth, their progress swift but silent despite the weight of numbers. The male prisoner whimpers pitifully as he's pulled along roughly, leaving a trail of tears and broken leaves in his wake.

The male prisoner's muffled cries and pleas fall silent as one of the elves duct-tapes his mouth shut. Rosaline eyes him dispassionately, a tiny smile twitching at the corner of her lips. "You've come up with a most interesting idea," she whispers softly, running a finger down the length of her whip in contemplation. The other elves and soldiers watch eagerly from the shadows as she debates your plan.

After a few moments, she finally nods, satisfied. "Very well. Do it." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries nonetheless, echoing through the night-shrouded forest like a predatory lullaby. One of her servants steps forward, unrolls a length of barbed wire from his pack, and swiftly secures the cabin's door shut before attaching the

You watch as they seal the cabin and prepare to leave the captive inside, bait for whatever remains of the human resistance. As you lead them deeper into the woods, your heart thrums with anticipation of the hunt to come. You glance back once more at Rosaline, wondering if she truly intends to spare this pathetic creature's life... or simply use him as leverage against the others until it suits her purposes. The thought both excites and terrifies you in equal measure.

The human attacker sees you standing between him and Rosaline and instinctively changes his target. He throws the knife with all his strength at your chest, but you're faster than he is, dodging it easily. Undeterred, he continues to charge forward, desperate to reach Rosaline and end this battle once and for all.

As you keep your attention on the human attacker, you notice out of the corner of your eye that Rosaline seems... unsettled by your actions. Perhaps she didn't expect you to react so quickly or decisively in defense of her. The look in her eyes as they meet yours sends a chill down your spine, but it also fills you with a strange sense of accomplishment and pride.

With the human assailant distracted by your interference, Rosaline takes the opportunity to step forward and deliver a brutal kick to his gut, sending him tumb

"That," she pants heavily, catching her breath after the sudden display of violence, "was a... unexpected use of your abilities." Her voice is soft but cold as ice, revealing nothing of her true thoughts or emotions. You can see her eyes narrowed on you, studying every move you make with clinical detachment. It's unnerving.

She turns back to the other elves and soldiers who are gathering around the cabin, watching the events unfold with interest. "Let's see if he was worth it." There's a cruel glint in her eyes as she speaks these words, and you can feel a shiver run down your spine.

Without another word, she motion for them to resume their places and prepare for the hunt. They obey without hesitation, knowing better than to cross Rosaline when she's in one of her moods. You watch as they enc

The pale woman's lips twitch into a small smile. "It would seem that I've underestimated you," she murmurs, almost to herself. "I must be more careful in the future." There's a flicker of something like admiration in her eyes as they meet yours once again, and for a heartbeat, it feels as though you might have won back some small shred of trust or respect from her.

But then she blinks, and the mask slips back into place. "Well," she says brightly, turning away from you once more, "let's go find us some survivors."

"Excellent," Rosaline murmurs, the word barely carrying above a breath as she watches the humans approach the cabin. Her expression shifts almost imperceptibly, her eyes narrowing and taking on a predatory glint. "Let's show them what happens to those who resist."

The elven soldiers and servants obey without hesitation, spreading out into the woods to encircle their quarry. The humans see this display of force arrayed against them and begin to panic, some even dropping their weapons in surrender. Rosaline's lips purse thoughtfully as she watches them, considering her next move. "We could use them for sport," she muses aloud.

Her eyes find yours over the sea of struggling humans. "What do you think, human? Should we let them go... or play with our new toys first?"

An amused smile curls the edges of Rosalina's lips as she regards you thoughtfully. "Very well," she says at last, a note of mocking politeness in her voice. "Let them try." With that, she signals to her soldiers and they move forward, driving the humans toward the clearing before the cabin. The sound of panicked screams fills the air as those unlucky enough to be caught up in this game of death struggle against their inevitable fate.

As the game begins, Rosaline watches with keen interest from her perch atop the carriage. Her eyes flicker back and forth between you and the action below, her expression composed yet filled with barely restrained excitement. It's an intoxicating mixture that makes your skin crawl even as it thrills you to be so close to such raw power and ruthlessness.

Rosaline arches an eyebrow at your proposal, considering it with amusement dancing in her pale eyes. "Hm... I like the way you think," she says, a chill in her voice that makes your blood run cold. "Very well." She leans back against the carriage and motions for the three remaining humans to gather before her.

"Very brave of you," she murmurs mockingly, gazing down at them like a cat with a freshly caught mouse. "Or perhaps foolish..." Her voice trails off, drawing out the tension as everyone waits in anticipation for what will happen next.

The humans exchange nervous glances before lowering their eyes respectfully to the ground. One of them swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly in his throat as he awaits his fate. Rosaline watches him with unblinking eyes,

"Very well," she finally says, her voice barely more than a whisper as she gestures toward the carriage. "I shall let you fight for your freedom... against him." She points at you with an amused glint in her eye, almost daring them to accept this offer of mercy from someone who just moments ago had been nothing but prey to them.

The three survivors exchange uncertain looks before the bravest among them steps forward cautiously. His gaze flicks nervously between you and Rosaline as he asks, "And if... I win?"

"If you win," she says coolly, "then not only will your life be spared, but I shall gift you with the freedom to return to whatever pathetic excuse for a home that you have left behind." There's no pity in her voice; only cold calculation and the unspoken threat of what might happen if they fail.

"Hmm... You have an interesting point," Rosalina murmurs, regarding the remaining human with newfound interest. "Very well. I shall accept your prize should you manage to defeat him." Her expression shifts ever so slightly as she watches the exchange, a glint in her eye that could almost be described as anticipation.

The two humans pause, catching their breath and sizing each other up before resuming their brutal fight for survival. The larger human is quick to take advantage of his newfound ally and attempts to tackle you to the ground while you're still weakened from fighting his comrades. You manage to dodge his clumsy attempt, but stumble backwards in surprise, giving him an opening. He lunges forward, his massive fist swinging wildly for your face.

"Excellent," Rosaline murmurs, watching the display with cold detachment. "Let's see if you have what it takes." She leans forward slightly, her pale fingers drumming idly against the velvet upholstery of her carriage seat as she watches the final match play out before her.

The pale woman arches an eyebrow at your unexpected show of submission. "And what do you hope to gain from this display?" she asks, her voice as cold and remote as ever. Her gaze flicks briefly toward the unconscious form of the final human before returning to meet yours once more.

You feel a shiver run down your spine at her expression; there's something in her eyes that sends a chill deeper than flesh and bone, and it makes you wonder if perhaps there was more riding on this fight than mere survival.