Innate Talent "Mental Courtyard": Greed

Male and female Minotaurs had fairly obvious differences; even humans could tell them apart.

The Minotaur who had suddenly appeared inside the carriage had smaller bones and softer body lines, the most obvious traits of a female Minotaur.

"L-Lord."

The moment this thought flashed through the old human's mind, his face filled with terror, and he dropped to his knees before the female Minotaur.

The status of human slaves fell somewhere between "livestock" and "talking tools." No matter which Minotaur they encountered, they had to remain sufficiently respectful and humble.

Because every Minotaur had the authority to dispose of slaves.

Of course, under normal circumstances, they would not do so—not out of kindness, but because slaves were their owners' property. Aside from the owner, anyone who disposed of another person's slave had to pay compensation.

"—That is how an inferior race ought to behave."

Solution looked at the old human trembling on the ground, satisfaction flashing through her eyes as though this was only natural.

Compared to the disgusting gazes and attitudes of the humans she had encountered while gathering intelligence in the Kingdom, she much preferred this sort of behavior.

And this did not apply only to humans. Other than the Great Tomb of Nazarick, every nation and race should crawl like slaves beneath Nazarick's rule.

"There is no need to do that."

Solution temporarily suppressed her thoughts and, with polished acting, put on a gentle, kindly smile. She spoke to the old human kneeling on the ground. "—Um, what is your name?"

"I-I am merely a slave. I have no name."

Not knowing what this female Minotaur intended to do, the old human answered in a humble stammer, pressing his forehead against her feet.

"My apologies, I forgot about that." Solution spoke apologetically. Naturally, she knew slaves did