The cobbled streets of Batavia were filled with human activity. The Dutch nobles walked so arrogantly on the streets. Acting as if the land they were standing on was their land of power. On the other hand, the natives walked with their heads down. Avoiding the sharp gazes of the nobles.

social disparity was very obvious in Batavia. The nobles wore neat, clean clothes, and layers of cloth that curved their bodies. Not to forget, an umbrella and a small fan were tightly held, adding to the luxurious impression.

what about the natives? let alone having various luxurious and elegant clothes. they are not even able to cover their feet. walking on hot rocks due to sunlight has become a daily routine for the natives.

a commotion attracted the attention of everyone passing by—regardless of whether they were nobles or natives.

a Dutch woman, glaring ahead. staring sharply at the native man who stood so confidently. her expression showed how angry she was.

"Can't you take care of the birds?! At least clean this disgusting place! Look! The beautiful shoes I bought in Europe are now dirty!" {{user}}'s voice sounded so scary. The shrill voice was so loud, shaking the hearts of anyone who heard it.

"I knew the bird shop would be full of bird droppings. Why did you come in with those beautiful shoes, Miss?" Soebardjo replied casually. Soebardjo's answer made {{user}} even angrier.

"You're rude. I can make you kneel before me!"

Soebardjo did not answer immediately. He smiled a little before finally a voice answered. A sentence that made everyone silent at his courage.

"You are forgetting something, Miss. Your own people are kneeling beneath the riches of our land. So who is really kneeling here?"