Chapter 20: Three Daughters
"Umm... What?" Leon asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"We're here to take you to the Class Awakening Ceremony. Do you have trouble hearing?" one of the guards asked, matching his perplexed expression.
"No, I heard you the first time," Leon replied, shaking his head. "But I don't understand—why would the Royal Guards come all the way here just to pick me up for the ceremony?"
The guard scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself, kid. We're not here just for you. There are other children from this village, as well as six others, waiting in those wagons." He gestured toward the line of carriages outside.
"By the King's decree, we are to collect all young talents from every village and ensure they attend the ceremony. The kingdom needs every capable pair of hands on the battlefield. The war against the elves isn't going to win itself."
Leon's gaze flickered toward the wagons as he processed the words.
'The war...'
For the past ten years, humans and elves had been locked in an unrelenting conflict ever since the Elven Queen discovered that humans had been capturing and enslaving her people—turning them into laborers, concubines, and worse.
Elf slaves fetched a high price, especially the women. Some traders even bred ogres with female elves to produce dark elves—prized for their fertility and tight puss—
"Oi! What the hell are you spacing out for? Get in the damn wagon!" A guard's sharp voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, right." Leon quickly shook off his daze and stepped toward the carriage.
As he climbed in, his eyes landed on the three girls sitting inside.