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"What?" The girl looked at Eren in disbelief as he caught her hand. "An outsider dares to touch me?"

The outsiders were enslaved in this world. In many cases, they were treated even worse than any other species in this world. Even if they were to be slapped in public, they could only lower their heads like animals and accept being beaten.

At worst, they might try to move away to protect themselves, but never did they hold the hands of someone from Hell to protect themselves.

The girl felt disgusted, as a slave was holding her hand. She hadn't put much force behind her attack before, but she was so furious that she stopped holding back.

"Estelia, I am going to kill your slave!" she exclaimed as she pulled out a dagger. The dagger itself was a treasure. Eren didn't even have to use his identification skill to see that it was a dangerous artefact.

Even his healing might not be able to protect him if the dagger hurt him. He could've let the woman strike him.

Fortunately, she wasn't as strong as Lysander. Her level hovered around Estelia's level, which was in a comfortable range for someone like him that could jump levels when fighting.

The girl moved, thinking that there was no way an outsider was going to keep up with her speed. Her dagger came straight for his neck.

Estelia's expressions also darkened. She remembered that Eren was the guest of her father. She didn't know how angry her father was going to be, if his guest was killed, especially when the so-called guest was from his favorite earth.

"Jenia, wait!" she rushed forward, and grabbed her hand, stopping the dagger that was merely a few inches away from Eren.

Eren was also prepared to react, when he saw Estelia grab her friend's hand to stop him.

"Don't kill him. He was brought by my father. He might be upset if he's dead," she told Jenia whose expressions darkened.

A slave that was brought by the First Primordial himself? If that was the case, it might be quite an expensive slave. Just the compensation alone might be hard to pay, but what if the First Primordial wanted something more?

She already knew that Lysander didn't like her being with his daughter. If she killed this slave, then he might use that as an opportunity to seperate them.

Even though she didn't tell Estelia about her true feelings of attraction for her, she didn't want to be separated from her.

She lowered the dagger, but her anger hadn't disappeared. "Fine! I won't kill him. But he still disrespected a noble. Make him crawl on the ground and beg for my forgiveness, and I might forgive him!"

Estelia also believed that it was fair. Even if Eren wasn't familiar with the customs of this world, it didn't mean that his actions had to be forgiven all the time. If he did something wrong, it was fair for him to apologise.

"Do as she said, and beg for her forgiveness! That's the most I can do to protect your life. Otherwise, as per the customs of the Capital, your punishment will be even more severe," she told Eren, who looked weirdly at them.

Fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness? Had they lost their minds? He didn't do something this disrespectful even before the Northern Overlord when he was much weaker than him. Why would he do something like this before two girls that weren't that strong before him?

Even though he had acted and apologized to Estelia, but it was different from falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness. As a man, he also had some dignity.

"Isn't she the one who started imagining things and suddenly tried to hit me? I simply protected myself. Why should I ask for forgiveness?" Eren asked, his sharp response stunning the two girls.

"H-he talked back to his owner as well?" Jenia stuttered in disbelief as she looked at Estelia, still finding it hard to believe that a slave was so courageous. "Do you still want to protect him?!"

Even if the man was brought by the first primordial, but Estelia was still supposed to be his owner. She was the daughter of the first Primordial after all, and he still didn't seem to care.

Estelia also looked at Eren with a frown. She knew that he wasn't from this world, and his common sense might be different. Still, she gave him an opportunity to protect himself, and he was so stubborn.

"In this world, a slave isn't allowed to behave like you are behaving right now. If you were with someone else, you might already be killed. Apologize while I'm still being lenient. Don't embarrass me any further."

Normally, even Estelia would've started thrashing Eren for his behaviour, but she was still trying to be calm, being considerate for his origins. But her temper was still rising as an outsider tried to behave as if he was their equal.
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Just because they had dinner with him and talked to him nicely, did he really forget his place? Or was he never informed about his real place in this world in the first place?

"I think you're the one who is forgetting something, Lady Estelia," Eren answered, still not hesitating. There was no way in hell for him to beg for forgiveness before these two girls.

"I might be an outsider, but I am not a slave," he reminded the girl, revealing his wrist that had no enslavement bracelet.

He was brought back by the First Primordial, but not as a slave nor as a guest that came from his hometown. Even if there were rules in this world that an outsider didn't walk free, who was going to enforce these rules before the Guest of the First Primordial?

"As I am not a slave, I don't have to follow the rules that are established for the slaves. Instead, I am a guest for the First Primordial. As a Guest of a Primordial, my safety and dignity is his responsibility."

He didn't step back. Instead, he walked closer to Estelia, each of his words echoing heavily in her ears.