The Demon Princess Was Defeated and Captured? Sorry, That’s the Role I’m Playing

Chapter 77

One could only say...

He got thrown out.

As the man who was thrown landed painfully on the ground, wailing and crying, a frightened exclamation erupted from the crowd ahead.

"He hit someone! He hit someone!!"

3. Timani (5K)

What was going on? If he hit someone, then he hit someone — but why did he have to throw him flying?

Sheffy absolutely wasn't someone who simply enjoyed stirring up trouble; she just purely liked watching fun and excitement.

Seeing that everyone was gathering around, with her petite figure, she wanted to squeeze to the very front for a better view. Coupled with her exquisite and skillful movements, she managed to slip through without so much as brushing against a leaf.

"Xiarette, wait here for a bit...! I’ll go see who’s having such... ahem, who’s daring to hit people in broad daylight!"

"Shaya, wait...! Ah, you... you... how should I even put it."

Unable to stop her, they might as well let her go.

Miss Shaya quickly slipped into the very front of the crowd.

When it came to watching a commotion, she could always find the "special-class seats".

However, she had barely gotten to the front and hadn’t even stood firmly yet, when she heard people around her stepping back in small cautious steps, along with their slightly fearful voices.

"A ma... magician?"

"He didn’t even touch him, and he flew out...!"

"Why would someone who knows magic be begging here!"

"I told you I’m not begging! Are you people sick in the head?! Can you just get lost!"

The last voice belonged to the person who was surrounded in the middle of the crowd, kept at a distance from everyone.

A brown robe concealed her face, only faintly revealing her graceful figure. Judging from her voice, she was probably an adult woman.

Though her words were vulgar and full of curses, her voice itself was quite pleasant to hear.

Sheffy narrowed her eyes to observe the person in the brown robe...

That figure as impressive as Xiarette’s...! Why did she seem a bit familiar?

At this moment, Xiarette had already made her way to the front, holding Sheffy’s hand to keep her from running off while also taking in the situation.

The burly man who seemed to have been flung away by Wind Magic got up from the firewood pile he had crashed into.

Holding his arm with a serious expression, it didn’t take long before that serious face twisted into a pitiful crying face unbefitting of a grown man. Pointing at the robed woman, he wailed loudly.

"Ah ah ah my arm... my arm must be broken...!! Somebody help me... someone call the Knight Order! Arrest her! If not, I want compensation! I’m so damn unlucky! I saw a beggar on the roadside and gave her some money out of kindness, who knew she would hit me without a word! There’s no justice anymore!!"

"Hah?! And you’re the one accusing me first? I already said I’m not begging! Wasn’t it you who said I had to pay a protection fee for sitting around here? I said I’d leave soon, but you kept pestering me non-stop! If you hadn’t tried to attack me first, why would I defend myself?!"

"Now she’s making up stories! Everyone, you all saw it...! I’m the injured one! She’s fabricating everything! Attacking people in broad daylight in the Royal Capital is a crime, the Kingdom’s Knight Order should come and give us justice!"

"Try spouting more nonsense!"

"You see, she's about to use magic to attack again!!"

Sheffy looked left and right, calmly analyzed the situation, then shook her head and quietly said to Xiarette beside her.

"Judging from the looks of it, that uncle is trying to extort her. His arm isn’t broken at all. Look, just a moment ago he was saying it was broken, but now he’s raising his arm high and demanding 'justice'!"

"Ah... sorry, Shaya, for letting you witness such an upsetting scene. Even in the Royal Capital... when it comes to human nature, one can’t say everyone is good. There are plenty of people like this who twist the facts and cause trouble."

"That’s very normal~ The Demon Domain has no shortage of scoundrels like this either. When you meet one, you just give them a good beating!"

The fact that the uncle was trying to extort money wasn't the most pitiful part.

The pitiful part was that even though the onlookers had already seen he hadn’t suffered any fractures and was exaggerating, they still pointed fingers at the girl in the brown robe. They said she was using magic to bully people, that she had a bad attitude even after hitting someone — truly detestable.

Human nature was like this.

Even if they had no idea about the cause and effect, or even if they did, they still tended to side with the "relatively weak" party that was more similar to themselves.

The uncle didn’t know magic, and neither did they.

The girl in the brown robe knew magic.

So she was the outlier.

Therefore, they preferred to attack the girl in the brown robe who could use magic, even if it meant ignoring the truth.

The girl in the brown robe listened to all this while hiding under her robe. She slowly lowered her head, clenching her fists tightly.

A moment ago, she was still strongly refuting their accusations, but now, faced with everyone’s condemnation, she fell silent.

Seeing this, the uncle became even more pleased!

He immediately became more aggressive, spreading his palm, clearly demanding money.

"Pay up! Hitting someone in the Royal Capital means you have to pay! Don’t think you’re something special just because you know magic, thinking you can bully us commoners who don’t know anything. I’m telling you, if you don’t pay now, once the Knight Order arrives they’ll arrest you, and then it won’t be something that money can solve!"

"Exactly, exactly, young lady, you sound quite young. If you made a mistake, just pay up and behave better in the future."

"I say the same. If you know magic, go use magic to make money. So young, wearing a robe, sitting here like a beggar — what future do you have?"

"......"

The girl in the brown robe slowly loosened her clenched fists.

If one listened carefully, faint cold laughter could be heard from under the robe.

It sounded like she was mocking herself.

And even more like she was mocking the others.

After the laughter faded, her cold voice followed.

"I already said... I’m not begging."

"You humans... why is it that you refuse to listen to others?"

"You’re the ones who treated me like this first... so whatever happens next, you can’t blame me, can you?"

The hand she had just spread out flipped over in midair.

Even though she hadn’t done anything yet, everyone within several meters suddenly felt something unusual.

"Hey... isn’t it getting a bit hotter?"

"That’s... that’s just your imagination."

"It’s autumn, but why does it feel like summer?"

Some people were even using their hands to fan themselves, as if they were suddenly standing next to a large furnace, feeling the rising heat.

There was no furnace here, only a looming danger.

Xiarette and Sheffy saw it clearly — the gesture of the girl in the brown robe was the preparation for a high-level fire magic: Thunderflame.

In just a few more seconds, whether it was the extorting uncle or the surrounding onlookers, they would all be reduced to ashes under this nearly Ninth-Rank full-powered magic.

Miss Shaya kindly reminds you: don’t be too impulsive; know when to stop.

Amidst the noisy commotion, a crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out.

The sound interrupted everyone’s discussion and also broke the countdown of the brown-robed girl’s Thunderflame.

Sheffy quietly withdrew the Negation spell she had been gathering at her fingertips — she had already been preparing a counter in case Thunderflame wasn’t stopped.

You can go ahead and strike them down, I don’t mind.

The problem is, I’m still holding my grilled fish. The heat is just perfect right now. I don’t want to cook it any further, you understand?

Naturally, everyone’s attention was drawn to the cute black-haired little girl.

Their first reaction was—

"Whose child ran out here?!"

But Miss Shaya cleared her throat, walked right up to the completely bewildered brown-robed girl, and pressed her hands forward to calm the crowd.

She acted as if delivering a speech, displaying "authority" to its fullest.

Of course, this "authority" was entirely Sheffy’s own perception — she had always believed herself to be very dignified.

"Ahem, um... everyone, give me a bit of face, will you? This is just a misunderstanding. She was just sitting here, not bothering anyone. That uncle isn’t seriously injured, so let’s not make a fuss over nothing. Think about it: when the Kingdom’s Knight Order arrives, you say she attacked you, but we’ll say you were provoking and disturbing the peace. That won’t end well for you either, will it?"

"Where did this little brat come from...! Is this a place for you to speak...! Uh?!"

He fell silent.

There were two reasons for this.

First, a blonde girl had stepped out from behind the black-haired girl. Her gaze was as sharp as an ice blade. The man’s survival instinct told him that if he dared say one more unpleasant word to this black-haired girl, his head might very well be separated from his body on the spot.

Ordinary people rarely recognized the Hero, but the oppressive aura of the Hero’s power required no introduction.

Second, the black-haired girl had suddenly pulled out a golden medal.

The Honor Medal representing the status of a noble Earl.

"A n... noble? Such a young ch... cough cough! I won’t say another word! Not saying anything! Everyone, disperse, disperse!"

"Yeah... let’s go, don’t block the Earl’s way. What a mess... just came out to buy some groceries, how did I end up passing by here, ahaha... how strange."

In the Kingdom of Aurus, commoners might be ignorant, might stir up trouble.

But when faced with nobility, they would never have any intention of making a scene.

Because the decisiveness and power of nobles would not change whether they were dealing with one person or a crowd — anyone who stirred up trouble would meet the same fate.

That would mean being taken away and imprisoned, possibly even tortured under severe interrogation and held accountable.

The way commoners handled conflicts simply didn’t apply when dealing with nobles.

They were all just bystanders here to watch the commotion; no one truly wanted to get involved in this dispute. The wisest course of action now was, of course, self-preservation — to leave quickly.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. The small alley became empty once again, leaving only Xiarette, Sheffy, the girl in the brown robe, and... well, the stunned, frozen extorting uncle still standing there.

Xiarette kindly reminded him.

"Still not leaving?"

"Lea... leaving... I’ll leave now! But Earl, what about my medical expenses...?!"

Still talking about medical expenses.

Aside from your brain, the rest of your body is perfectly healthy — what kind of medical expenses are you even asking for?

"Where exactly are you hurt? Did you injure your brain, making you stupid? Or is your mouth cramping? If you don’t run now, you’re waiting to be roasted into charcoal, aren’t you? I’ll count to three for you: three-two-one, crawl!"

Scheming Sheffy deliberately counted extremely fast. Startled by the rapid countdown, the uncle scrambled away in panic, fearing that if he stayed a second longer, he really might be roasted into charcoal — even though he knew that was impossible.

However, it wasn’t exactly impossible.

Sheffy could only say... you all really were just one step away from turning into charcoal, you know?

Thus, the place finally quieted down completely.

Xiarette took Sheffy by the arm, pulling her slightly further away from the brown-robed person.

After all, the faint glimpse of power that the brown-robed girl had displayed just now, though not a real threat to herself, was certainly not something ordinary.

Moreover... Xiarette had actually already recognized who she was.

"Take off your hood, Miss Timani of the Fire Dragon Clan. Could you please explain what exactly happened just now, and also, why you’re still lingering here in the Kingdom of Aurus?"

"Oh oh, so it really is her."

Sheffy had been thinking why she looked so familiar.

This remarkably distinctive figure — they had only seen it that day at the arena.

So it really was you! The wicked Fire Dragon Clan member who bullied the little Fire Cat and roasted one of my fish!

Having been recognized, the brown-robed girl no longer tried to conceal her identity.

She slowly pulled down the hood over her head.

What appeared were the pair of dragon horns atop her head, so finely crafted they could be called works of art — sharp, glossy, and beautiful, symbols of the Fire Dragon Clan, polished like intricately carved flame crystals.