"I'm sure I will become beautiful too when I grow older," Mia complained.
"Mia, don't even think about something like that.
What if one of Master's women doesn't like it? You know our position here."
'Hmph, just you wait, brother. I am sure if I show how useful I am, he will recognize me,' Mia thought to herself.
Meanwhile, Malacai was standing on an elevated platform with many people lined up in front of him.
They were the group that survived Davis's hellish training camp.
Half of them had died.
Nerissa stood by Malacai's side, observing them.
She recognized most of the people there, and the transformation surprised her.
They all looked like veteran soldiers who had survived a few wars. Far outcry compared to their old appearance that is just a street thugs.
"What do you think, Nerissa?
Do you still hold any grudge against any of them?"
Malacai asked this loudly, ensuring everyone heard it.