I reached out shakily and picked up a picture book to flip through.

"Oh, you have a good taste in books. This one, 'The Elf Princess and the Seven Mighty Beastmen,' was the best-selling book at that convention." Loran laughed, and then began to explain the storyline to me.

The content of the book was probably like this:

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful elf princess. After her mother died, her father married a new queen. The stepmother, through a magic mirror, learned that the princess was the most beautiful elf in the world. Jealous of the princess's beauty, she had her men kidnap the princess and abandon her deep in the woods to fend for herself.

The lost princess fell asleep by the roadside, tired from wandering. Seven strong beastmen discovered the princess. The fearsome beastmen tied the struggling princess in a cave. Here, ten pages of content not suitable for children has been omitted.

The cruel queen, learning through the magic mirror that the princess was still alive, disguised herself and entered the forest with a poisoned apple. As a result, the queen was also captured by the beastmen. Another ten pages of content not suitable for children.

From then on, the princess and queen lived a very miserable life. How delightful, how delightful.

“Delightful, my ass!” I slammed the book on the ground, anger boiling inside me.

"By the way, the author is the prosecutor from the trial, drawing comics is her side-job."

"Is that her? I'm going to tear that woman apart! This is a complete distortion of the truth!" My anger nearly overflowed from the small office.

How could such a thing be published? The control of speech and publishing in this country is too lax. If I were the nobility of this country, I would have exposed the author of such works and made them rot in jail!

"Please calm down. There are even worse ones." Loran patted my shoulder, and from somewhere, pulled out several more picture books with even worse covers. "They are all heavy-themed."

"Why are they all such messed-up books?" I slammed the ground.

"As long as you beastmen appear, no matter what, it will become restricted." Loran shrugged.

"So you're saying our existence itself is restricted?" I was a bit desperate.

"Of course. After all, beastmen are the kind that wouldn't spare anyone from queens and princesses to ordinary women once they conquer any intelligent species' country-"

"Enough, I've heard this already! We are a civilized race! We wouldn't do such a thing!"

"Unfortunately, in the eyes of most elves, your race of beastmen is just like this. These picture books show the inherent image of beastmen in the minds of the general elf population."

"How could this be..." I was dumbfounded.

Although I had heard that as a rival, the elves had vilified our beastmen in various folklore and works, I did not expect it to be distorted to this extent!

"So you should understand now. If you don't change the image of beastmen in the eyes of elves, it's simply impossible to make the public accept negotiations and alliances with the beastmen tribes." Loran began to patiently persuade me, "Do you understand your position now? The so-called "accepting education" is an opportunity to change the elves' impression of beastmen. You can say that you are now an ambassador of your tribe. If you give up this unique opportunity, you know what will happen to your tribe without me saying it, right?"

"Um..."

She seemed to be right.

Once the war started, it would be disastrous for my tribe.

I couldn't help but think of my friends, the children of my tribe, the old chief who had been kind to me, and my comrades who had fought side by side with me...

Is this the only way...?

"So now, what is your answer?" Loran stood in front of me again, looking down at me.

"...Fine." After a moment of silence, I reluctantly compromised, "But first, tell me why you are so enthusiastic about this?"

"Didn't I say it? Because I am a pacifist." She put on an innocent smile.

"What's the real reason?"

"It's not often that one gets the chance to train a proud beastman, isn't it exciting?" She finally revealed a genuinely sinister smile.

"You really had no good intentions..." I glared at her with disgust.

"Well, I went through such great lengths to get you this opportunity, so allowing me to have some fun isn't too much to ask, right?" She laughed openly, "I am the principal of the Central Academy, since you agreed to enroll, you have to remember that from now on, you are a student of my academy. By the way, I don't even know your name yet?""Bloch, a first-class fighter in the Blood Axe Clan," I said with a snort from my nose.

"Well, then welcome to my academy, Student Bloch," she said with a smile.

"Hmm," I responded with a heavy voice.

"Isn't a student's reply to a teacher supposed to be different? Doesn't the civilized tribe you claim to be from have schools?" she said in a mocking tone.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied helplessly.

"Very well," she nodded in satisfaction.

For the sake of my people, I could only bear the humiliation.