Sighing, Faeyna pulled back her hood, revealing two elongated ears coming out from her perfect blonde hair. The crowd suddenly exploded into shouts and screams far greater than with any of the previous women. There was a great deal of shock and disbelief over an elf slave. Many shot extremely envious looks towards me, although many of those then realized that this same slave could end up in the pocket of Lord Tibult.

I may become a lord if I won, but the general sentiment seemed to be that Lord Tibult would win the competition. He was a noble, after all, and an existence that had been over the commoner class. While many cheered for me as a commoner with the chance to become a noble, the true underdog story, there were just as many who without knowing my story, believed I was just a rich servant using my money to buy my way into the nobility. In this case, Lord Tibult was the hero, keeping some rich guy with a big head who exploited the commoner folk to make a profit in my place.

At least, from the jeers and screams, those were the two crowds I was able to make out. However, I was more worried about having all of my secrets revealed. The identities of five unique slave women were revealed to the world. I felt like everything had been bared. Would there be any consequences from this? I was really worried about what the Priest had seen.

I had actually unequipped everything but White Mage afraid he’d see three equipped jobs, but what about jobs like Dark Priest? The priest hadn’t even blinked when he looked at my job list. That meant he either didn’t see it or my job list wasn’t even the strangest he’s seen. I wasn’t sure which was a better option. The prince seemed to notice the worried expression on my face as Faeyna walked back to me. He gestured to the priest who seemed to know what he was saying, as the man turned to me and spoke soft enough that most of the crowd wouldn’t hear.

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“You need not worry about the identity of slaves getting out. Even though they are rare, the slave guild is strong in this country. No one would dare steal a slave since the owner can always track it. The Slave guild will also react if slaves are taken from owners. There are various precautions that exist to protect both the owner and his slaves. You may speak more with them if you are worried.”

That wasn’t exactly everything that worried me. The priest seemed to catch that with the expression on my face. He let out a sigh.

“Although I am under the prince’s employ, I am still under the edicts of the church. I limit the amount I identify. The information I declare is all that I saw. Except in the cases of slaves, upon request, or with accused, it’s considered rude to read a person’s entire status.”

I nodded and he finally turned away. He had eased some of my worries, but it was possible that he was lying. Unfortunately, what was done was done, and I just had to accept it.

“Alright!” The Prince shouted as the priest returned to the stage, “Now, now for Lord Tibult, the challenger!”