In the dark dungeon of the castle Huaishite who had been stripped of all her clothes and locked up closed her eyes and lowered her head.
At this moment her mane was dull and lusterless and her complexion was extremely poor. Although she was one of the best among the centaurs several days of not eating or drinking had already brought her body to the brink of its limits not to mention the Demon Lord's furious strike... If it weren't for Miss Cinderella she would undoubtedly have died on the spot instead of barely surviving like now.
Thinking of this Huaishite couldn't help but turn her head to look at Cinderella who was sitting expressionlessly in the same cell as her.
"..."
Cinderella seemed to sense Huaishite's gaze and also turned to look at her but compared to her Cinderella's complexion was a little better.
After all to a certain extent she was not being punished in this cell but was here of her own volition.
