Aiden had finished inspecting the cells inside and returned to the door of Cell Number Thirteen, where Fille was already slumped against the door, as if all the strength had been drained from her body.
"Stop, let her go," Aiden commanded the mercury alloy golem.
As soon as the mercury alloy golem let go, Fille immediately slid down, grasping the bars weakly and knelt on the ground.
"Have you had enough?" Aiden asked, looking down at Fille.
"You were too harsh, Lord Aiden!" Fille lifted her head, her eyes blurry, her voice unclear, "My... my back is so soft, I can't even stand up straight."
"You really are a natural at making lewd jokes," Aiden shook his head and commented.
Sometimes, things that were perfectly ordinary would sound particularly lecherous when they came out of Fille's mouth—in some ways, this was a talent of its own.
