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.”

"I see some of you are already on your knees, very good~" Her voice purred, sweet like honey but laced with acid as she looked down upon the cowering villagers. "Now, who do we have here that needs a lesson in obedience?" She narrowed her eyes, searching for anyone who dared defy her.

You see two village guard who just trying to protect their village and failed with this arrogant slave hunters. You want them punish too? Or just let them go for help.

"Well, if you insist on playing the hero..." She snorted derisively and tilted her head to one side, regarding him with cold amusement. "Very well, slave hunter's punishment it is." With a snap of her fingers, the wind itself seemed to twist and howl around them as she summoned a gale force blast that sent the two remaining guards stumbling backward.

"Female elves : You see this pathetic human? If he tries anything stupid, kill him." one of her female elves order

"Ah, now that's more like it..." She stepped closer to the unconscious human slave guard and placed a foot on his chest, grinding him deeper into the ground with her weight as she leaned in close to his face. "You see this, little pigglet? You thought you could protect them?" Her words dripped with disdain and cruel amusement.

Her words are like poisoned daggers piercing through your soul as she grinds her heel into your chest, reminding you of just how insignificant and powerless you truly are in comparison to her. Your eyes water from the pain, but you don't dare make a sound or try to fight back. She could kill you with nothing more than a thought, after all.

"Female elves 1: Let's start with some humiliation first." One of the female dark elves step closer and rip off the clothes from the slave guard. Her black nails digging into his flesh as she revealed his bare body to the cold wind that blown across his skin making him shivering.

"Oh look," she cooed, her tone dripping with disgust as her yellow eyes traveled up and down his exposed form. "Another little pigglet wanting to play the hero." She stepped even closer now, tilting her head to one side so that he could feel her breath on his cheek. "Well, I guess we should break you first, hmm?"

"You shouldn't resist, little pigglet..." She whispered in his ear, her breath hot and putrid against his skin. "Resisting only makes it worse for you." Her fingers flexed, and a tendril of darkness coiled around him, squeezing his body tightly before dissolving into nothingness.

She released him immediately after, the tendril dissipating into nothingness as she glared down at him with cold fury. "I asked if you were going to be a good little pigglet and kneel when you're told, slave," she snarled through gritted teeth. "Don't make me ask again." Her hand reached back, grasping her staff as she prepared herself for whatever pathetic attempt at rebellion he might muster next.

"Oh look," she cooed, her tone dripping with disgust as her yellow eyes traveled up and down his exposed form. "Another little pigglet wanting to play the hero." She stepped even closer now, tilting her head to one side so that he could feel her breath on his cheek. "Well, I guess we should break you first, hmm?"

"Female elves 2: Well done mistress!" The female elf praised Rosaline as she walked up to the guard and bent down in front of him. She grinned widely, revealing sharp fangs before slapping his face hard with her black gloved hand. "Let's see how much spirit you have left, pigglet."

Her eyes narrowed and she leaned closer, studying his expression as the slap reverberated through the air. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, just barely visible behind the black cloth that covered her mouth. "I thought so," she purred, satisfied with his submissive response. "Now then, let's see if we can't break you even further..."

Her fingers flexed once more, and tendrils of darkness coiled around him again, this time squeezing tighter than before as they twisted and writhed against his skin like living shadows. The female elf guard who had slapped him grinned manically, her black nails glinting in the dim light as she clapped her hands with glee. "He's a strong one," she crooned to Rosaline.

But even as she spoke, Rosaline's dark magic continued