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    “…….Now then. How should I punish you before we head back”

    Although I was the one who said it, it sounded pretty violent to me as well. Laughter threatened to leak out of my mouth from how absurd I sounded.

    As her junior and a second son of a rural viscount, how could I dare scold Senior Delphine?

    It was nonsense. I intended it to be taken as a joke, but her reaction went far beyond my expectations.

    First, despair flashed in her crimson eyes.

    Next, a clear look of fear came over her face before finally settling into a look of acceptance.

    On the verge of tears, Senior Delphine knelt on the ground.

    Her reaction was so immediate that it made me feel troubled instead. Tears pooled up around her eyes.

    After a brief hesitation, she slammed her head into the ground.

    Thud!

    It sounded very painful. Even so, Senior Delphine maintained that posture and spoke in between sobs.

    “I-I’m sorry for being so rude… Hik… P-please have mercy… Hik… on me….”

    It was an abrupt change that came out of nowhere.

    I was aware that she became scared of me whenever I held my hatchet, but I wasn’t even holding the hatchet right now. Not to mention, although I said ‘punish’, I thought it was with a light tone.

    We successfully killed the demonic beasts and should have been celebrating that we could return safely, so I couldn’t guess why Senior Delphine, who still had a rebellious streak in her, was acting this way.

    She had always stood proudly despite looking intimidated every time our eyes met.

    As I fell deeper into my thoughts, her trembling voice tickled my ears.

    “P-please… I beg you… Hik… just an arm or a leg… Please… I b-beg you……”

    What in the world was she imagining that she was saying ‘just’ an arm or a leg?

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