(Light gore)
Criminals were laying on the dirty ground of the slums with misery apparent in their expressions.
Some of them were crying quietly with broken legs, while some of them passed out from excessive blood loss.
But no one was screaming even though they were feeling torturous amount of pain.
It was obvious that, they weren't used to this kind of pain but they were enduring it rather silently.
I looked at my maid, whose white frilly dress was washed with blood, and some brain matters on her shoes that remained after she crushed a criminal's head after he screamed loudly.
'She is a really ruthless one. There was no need to stain her clothes while she can handle them easily. Does she has a kink with blood?' I thought.
'Though this is one of her charms that makes me not discard her. She is a rather reliable pet who does her job perfectly.'
While I was thinking like this, Aria came in front of me and bowed her head deeply.
