I was led by the queen towards another large tent. I didn't experience much dressing up, and it could even be said that I just changed into a new set of clothes, which might be considered formal attire here. My outfit was somewhat similar to a black tailcoat, except that I wore a collar around my neck with the other end of the rope held by Queen Sissi. The queen wore a purple, tight-fitting evening gown with a rather high slit. With each step, the queen boldly flaunted her dazzling beauty. Her smooth, ivory-like shoulders were also exposed, reminding me of Ellen from Lev Tolstoy's novel, though perhaps even more beautiful than Ellen.

(From Lev Tolstoy's novel "War and Peace")

Queen Sissi's beauty might be comparable to that of the brave Vilvy, but the queen was even more ostentatious in flaunting her beauty. She was extremely confident in her beauty, and this confidence added even more charm to her. By confidently showing off her perfect figure and face to everyone, she proved her ability to captivate all.

It would have been a wonderful thing to be by her side with a normal status, but I was now being treated like a dog, with the queen proudly leading me around. The soldiers nearby looked at me with a strange gaze, but it wasn't just astonishment; there was also some sympathy. It seemed that I was not the first person to be treated this way by the queen.

From the beginning, this queen had a strong sadistic streak and would strongly want to inflict pain on anyone. Unfortunately, I was thrown to her side by Vilvy and became the queen's dog.

But perhaps it wasn't a bad thing, as I had managed to survive Vilvy's blade. Vilvy didn't kill me after I refused, but tied me up and dragged me away as a war trophy. Although my current situation is humiliating, at least I am still alive in this world. To be honest, I feel a sense of strangeness about my current situation, as if everything is unreal. Even as I walked through the military camp, being led by the collar around my neck, it felt unreal.

How should I survive in this world if I can? I would surely die alone in this world. I definitely need someone to guide me in living in this world. As for whether that person is the brave Vilvy or the sadistic queen, I don't care. I just want to survive.

Although I would face death bravely when necessary, it is better to live on if possible. If possible, I would even like to live with dignity. But that is not the case now. I just want to get through this banquet. Will I be able to get by with an ordinary day if I make the queen in front of me happy during the banquet? As a secretary, I believe I can make the queen happy.

But first, I have to endure this banquet.

The protagonist of this banquet should be Vilvy, or perhaps the queen, or even all of humanity. After all, according to previous words, the human hero slain the Demon without the involvement of Elves and Goblins, so humans can now assume a leadership position in this alliance. After all, it was humans who beheaded the demon king who threatened the world.

Even though Vilvy's teammates fought bravely, ignoring the differences in their races, I believe behind them, these people must have been calculating. Elves and Goblins must have been thinking about the same thing, wanting their heroes to behead the demon king. In the eyes of the heroes, their peers are comrades, and the demon king is the enemy, but in the eyes of the people behind them, they are enemies to each other, and the demon king is merely a badge of their victory.

It is even possible that these people have already discussed how to divide up the world after the demon king's death. This is how the people behind the scenes are. Before the front line declares victory, the rear is already discussing what to do afterwards. But this is their responsibility, so nothing can be said.

I followed behind the queen, not daring to say a thing, and was led by her to the banquet hall. This was a huge tent, with not one long table in the middle but three on either side in this square-shaped tent, leaving a vast area in the center. At the moment, people were seated on both sides of the tables. One side had short human-like beings just a little taller than human children, while the other side had exquisitely dressed individuals who were a bit taller than humans but somewhat slender. These most likely were the so-called Elves and Dwarves?The moment the queen walked in, people on both sides stood up and applauded, like thunderous ovations welcoming the hero of this world. The queen showed a very contented smile, raising her hands high to accept the respect and blessings from her allies. At this moment, opposite us, Vilvy had already stood beside the human table, and stood up to salute the queen in front of her with a standard military salute... it should be a military salute, right?

Following that, the queen pulled me towards her, then patted my head and pointed at the floor beside her. I looked at her awkwardly, and the queen smiled slightly, signaling me to sit on the floor beside her. This is just like treating me like a dog! In front of the Elves and Goblins, is this really okay?

However, I knew that the queen had no patience, so I simply closed my eyes and sat down on the carpet beside the queen. The queen smiled, stroked my head, and then picked up a piece of meat from the table and stuffed it into my mouth. Following that, she picked up a glass of red wine, which looked like blood, stood up, looked at the allies around her with fox-like eyes filled with unusual light, and laughed:

"Well, since everyone has arrived, let me propose the first toast. This is for all of us. We have been constantly harassed by Demons, and countless of our brothers and sisters have been plundered, injured, and killed by monsters. But from today onwards, no more monsters will harm us. We will kill the Demon King together, burn the flames of war on their land, and plant the head of their demon king on our flag to declare our victory! This toast is for our efforts, for our most glorious victory, and for all those who sacrificed for this war. The departed have passed, but we must continue to move forward! To the victors and the departed!"

"To the victors and the departed!"

All the people, except me, of course, raised their wine glasses, and the allies on both sides stood up and raised their glasses as well. Although the two races must be speaking in a language that is not human, it was strange that I could understand them.

As the leader of the humans, the queen raised the first glass of wine, signifying the formal start of the banquet. The queen did not toast Vilvy, who was sitting next to her, but that was normal. Even if Vilvy was a war hero, the queen was still her queen, so she would not take the initiative to toast her. Vilvy was still wearing her white and blue military uniform, sitting upright beside the queen with a disciplined posture, her eyes looking forward with a serious expression, like a statue. Even though this war had ended, and one could even say that an era had ended, Vilvy showed no signs of relaxation in front of her, still looking very serious and focused at the empty space ahead. She didn't even eat anything and just sat there.

However, her figure was really great. Her delicate face was still beautiful even without any expression.

Quite a few Elves and Goblins came to toast her, but she didn't refuse, drinking the wine glass by glass and putting them on the table, sitting upright waiting for the next person.

The queen was laughing while talking to people around her, and occasionally she fed me some food. I had to eat whatever she fed me, and the queen kept stroking my head, treating me like a beloved pet. But I thought, this wouldn't make the queen happy, would it?

I felt like the queen's expression when looking at me was a little strange.

The next dish arrived, a large piece of steak. The queen looked at the steak, then suddenly grabbed it and threw it into the middle of the tent, right in the center of the three tables. All the voices stopped for a moment, and everyone stared. I suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Go on, doggy."

The queen stroked my head, pointed at the steak on the ground, and said with a smile.

To pick up a piece of steak in front of three races?

I looked at the queen in shock, and her innocent smile seemed to convey that she had given a very ordinary order, as if I was supposed to be doing this.

Vilvy glanced at me but didn't say anything, instead turning her head away. I looked at the queen in front of me with a bit of despair, hesitating to move forward. Should I, in front of the most esteemed people of these three races, eat the steak like a dog that the queen threw on the ground? The queen stroked my face, leaned into my ear, and whispered with a soft laugh, "Hurry up, dear doggy. Can't you even be a good dog? If you can't even be a good dog, what use do I have for you? Go on, be a good dog, and go quickly... But remember, dogs don't stand up, and dogs don't have hands either. Be a good dog and make me laugh."

She reached out and patted my neck again, blocking my last way out. I looked despairingly at the people on both sides, the goblins and the elves, who didn't say a word but waited silently. They waited for me to crawl over like a dog and bite into the steak with my teeth. I looked around in despair, no one stood up for me, not even after I had just sacrificed myself to protect a little girl. No one cared about me, at this moment, when my dignity was being trampled upon, everyone wanted to take a step on me.

"Hurry up, little dog, otherwise... this lady will be very embarrassed, oh..."

I trembled and extended my hand, crawling like a dog, one step at a time. Laughter erupted suddenly, and I felt all the blood rush to my head. The overwhelming sense of shame made me wish I could die. The steak was less than five steps away, but it felt like it was miles away. I didn't know if I had the courage to take a second step. My sanity told me to stop. If we continue to squander my dignity, I will truly become a dog.

But at this moment, a kitchen knife flew over and firmly pinned the piece of meat. The laughter in the room disappeared instantly. Surprised, I looked up and saw a young girl standing up among the elves. Fearlessly, she stared at Queen Sissi whose smile was gradually disappearing, and said earnestly, "It is not something a king should do to toy with his own people's dignity. On one hand, you raise your glass in honor of the departed, and on the other hand, you play with the dignity of your own kin. What did this man do to deserve such humiliation? Vilvy, as a warrior, as a hero, can you just sit back and watch this happen before you?"

"I'm sorry, I am a soldier," Vilvy calmly looked at her and said seriously, "I obey the king's commands."

"You..."

The elf angrily put down her cup, then looked at her embarrassed companions and Queen Sissi, and said seriously, "If this victory celebration requires me to witness such unfairness, then I cannot tolerate it. Please allow me to leave." "Don't be like this, it was just a joke." Queen Sissi looked at the retreating elf and lightly laughed, "You are also an elf hero, accompanying Vilvy all the way here. But in the end, this man protected the Demon's daughter, as a human sacrificing himself for a demon's daughter. Do you think he is our kin?"

"Being able to step forward and protect a little girl with a sword, I think he is no different from a hero."

This elf should also be a member of the Hero Party. Fearlessly, she answered Sissi's question and said, "Vilvy, are you able to tolerate this? Can you tolerate the king's brutality?"

"I am a soldier."

"You are also a person!"

"Alright, Alright."

Another person stood up from the elf side and whispered something in the angry elf's ear, but the angry elf angrily swat away the person's hand and turned away, continuing to walk towards the exit. At this moment, Queen Sissi stood up, laughing as she looked at Vilvy and the elf standing up, and handed the rope in her hand to Vilvy, saying, "Alright, alright, this lady admits, it is indeed unacceptable to do such a thing in front of Miss Lucia, who despises evil. So, this lady will no longer make such extreme jokes. Thus, this person's ownership, oh no, this dog's ownership, will be handed over to Vilvy. From now on, this gentleman's fate will be in Vilvy's hands. Miss Lucia is also a very important presence in this celebration, so I hope it won't ruin the atmosphere."

The elf looked at Vilvy, who stood up, and Vilvy took the rope that was tied around me with both hands. The reluctant elf sighed and, under pressure from her comrades and Queen Sissi's words, sat back down.

Until the end of the banquet, even though I was still sitting on the carpet next to Vilvy, Queen Sissi didn't do anything to me.However, I looked at Vilvy more than once, but Vilvy never looked at me... in the future... if things continue like this... will I become Vilvy's trophy, or even a slave like that girl?