The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

In a remote village in Bifengling, a purple-haired girl and her mother were sitting in their dilapidated kitchen, enjoying a simple breakfast. Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking at the door. The mother's face turned pale; she knew it must be the creditors again.

The purple-haired girl's father is a businessman with considerable business acumen.

Thanks to her father's business acumen, the family's quality of life, while not comparable to that of nobles or wealthy farmers who controlled some land, was still considered moderately well-off within Bifeng Territory.

Unfortunately, their good fortune didn't last long. In the bandit-ridden Bifeng Territory, unsurprisingly, an accident occurred.

During one of her father's journeys, he was attacked by a gang of thieves. Although he survived, all his goods were stolen, leaving him with a huge debt.

It is in times of crisis that a person's true colors are revealed.

Her father abandoned her and her mother to escape the enormous debt.

With no word from them, and unable to find the girl's father who had absconded, the creditors set their sights on the unfortunate mother and daughter.

The purple-haired girl gripped her mother's hand tightly, trying to give her courage. The mother took a deep breath and slowly got up to open the door. Outside, the creditors wore ferocious smiles, their eyes revealing greed and ruthlessness.

"Looks like you're doing pretty well, huh? Have you forgotten about us?" one of the creditors, a fat man, said sarcastically, his gaze sweeping around the shabby room.

“Please believe me, we have never forgotten our debts,” the mother’s voice trembled, but she tried her best to remain calm. “We have been working hard and hope to pay them off as soon as possible.”

"Effort? You call that hard work, with your pathetic appearance?" another creditor sneered, his gaze fixed on the purple-haired girl.

Under the lamplight, her purple hair stood out strikingly. This unique hair color was quite rare in the village, making her easily recognizable in a crowd. Her long, purple hair was soft and lustrous; despite the hardships of life, she tried her best to keep it neat, a testament to her commitment to her identity and her yearning for a better life.

Her purple hair shimmered under the light, sometimes swaying gently with her movements, as if silently telling her story. Her hair was tied into a simple bun, with a few strands falling unruly beside her cheeks, highlighting her pale yet resolute face.

Her face was delicate, but her purple hair added an indescribable charm to her. Her skin was somewhat pale from the sun, but her purple hair was like a bright spot in her life, impossible to ignore.

She was slender, wearing a simple dress whose color had faded so much that it was almost unrecognizable, but her purple hair added a touch of extraordinary elegance to her appearance. Her expression carried a maturity beyond her years, and her purple hair shone even brighter against her resilient spirit.

Being scrutinized by that lewd gaze sent a chill down her spine.

"We've given you enough time, but the money you've paid isn't even enough to cover the interest!" The fat creditor's voice rose, his finger almost poking the mother's face. "If you don't give us an explanation today, don't blame us for being impolite!"

The mother and daughter were both pale and didn't know what to do.

The creditors' eyes gleamed with even greater greed and ruthlessness. The fat creditor's ugly eyes darted around in their sockets, and after giving the purple-haired girl an unsettling look, he gave her a chilling smile.

Despite all the groundwork laid, it's a pity that the map of the Yan state is still too short.

“We’ve seen your situation,” the fat creditor said coldly. “You obviously don’t have money. But you do have other things that you can use to pay off your debts.”

The mother hugged the purple-haired girl tightly, seemingly aware of the creditors' impending offer. "You can't do this! She's just a child!" The mother's voice trembled, filled with fear and anger.

The mother was angry because her daughter wanted to be taken away, and also fearful because she was powerless to stop it.

"A child?" The fat creditor chuckled contemptuously. "In this world, everyone has their own value. Your daughter, with her rare purple hair and her intelligence, could fetch a good price in the right place."

The purple-haired girl's body stiffened; she felt an unprecedented fear, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

She knew what the creditors meant by "the right place"—it would be a cage from which she could not escape.

"I disagree!" the mother almost screamed. "She's my daughter, I won't give her to anyone! You can't sell her like merchandise!"

The fat creditor's face darkened. He took a step closer and threatened, "You don't agree? Then you can wait to be driven out of the village and end up on the streets! Or, you can think more carefully and use this girl to pay off the debt. At least she'll have somewhere to go."

The purple-haired girl's heart pounded faster, tears welling in her eyes, but she fought them back. She knew that if she showed weakness, the creditors would become even more demanding. She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and said in a firm and clear voice, "I won't let you sell me. I will earn my own money and pay off my debts. You can't treat us like this."

But the creditors were not intimidated by the purple-haired girl's courage.

Perhaps feeling he had the mother and daughter cornered, the fat creditor sneered a few times: "Fine, since you're so stubborn, I'll give you one more chance. But remember, this is your last chance. If you still can't pay off your debts next time, don't blame us for being impolite."

Ellie held her mother's hand tightly, her purple hair shining even brighter in the dim light, as if silently vowing that no matter what difficulties she encountered, she would protect herself and her mother and not let the creditors' schemes succeed.

After the creditors left, the purple-haired girl sat alone in a dimly lit corner, letting her fear and anger slowly settle. She knew she couldn't let these emotions control her; she had to find a way out. Her fingers unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, trying to use the pain to bring her back to her senses.

But the thought of her being used as collateral by her creditors felt like a sharp knife was slashing through her heart. Fear and despair washed over her like a tidal wave, making it hard for her to breathe.

I don't want to leave my mother, and I don't want her to get hurt.

But what other options are there besides using oneself to pay off the debt?

What can I still do in these few days of grace?

What should I do?