Wouldn't it be like this if your foot was stamped on by the ax I believed in you?
I, who believed in Marhan and who highly believed in the Blue Banner Knights who respected Count Pelgaroin, was on the verge of becoming shabby.
Of course, there is no disqualification for Marhan's actions.
I am the regent, acting as the count's substitute. In a way, it is natural for Marhan, who serves the count as his lord, to follow my words.
But.
'Why are you taking it as if you are enjoying the process?'
The problem was that Marhan was responding too faithfully to my orders.
I could have found a different breakthrough if she had evaded my words while pretending to roughly agree. But Marhan did not.
She told me to use 'shackles with iron beads' for more insults and gave me the exact location of those sexual devices in front of the elf, who was clearly listening.
'Be careful, Marhan!'
I screamed inwardly, but I didn't think this insensitive knight could read my expression.
In other words, the retreat was blocked. It is self-inflicted without any excuses. I have been devoured by my tricks. But there was still room for improvement.
After breathing as much as I could, I ignited hope once again.
"Marhan. Aren't you the one who joined the knights and officially became a knight despite being born as a woman? The journey to becoming a knight must not have been smooth."
Marhan nodded her head, puzzled.
"Yes. You're right."
"Then I will ask you one more time. What made you a knight?"
"It is to protect the weak, the Empire, and the Pelgarin family from the Seven Hells of the Demon Realm, also known as the Devil's Land."
There is no hesitation in her answering. It was said that she was proud of being a knight and fulfilling her responsibilities with all her faith. In order to reverse the situation, I needed to dig into this point.
"Is it. So that's a bit unfortunate. It's because you have been standing by the sidelines, watching me punish slaves. To add a bit of exaggeration, didn't you also become an 'accomplice'?"
I deliberately emphasized accomplices. So that Marhan, remorseful, may restrain me by changing his mind.
Now that we've thrown away all the ground food, it's time to pray that Marhan will be caught in a moral dilemma.
Marhan, as if retracing my words, opened her mouth after being silent for a while.
"Exactly. It goes against my convictions to stand by while the Regent punishes slaves."
"Ohh. If so, do you have the desire to stop this act?"
"But..."
Marhan placed her hand in front of her heart.
"I swore allegiance to His Excellency the Count. We must show the same loyalty to Viscount Theorard, who is in the role of regent with His Excellency's trust. The beliefs cherished should be strong, but not so strong that they surpass the orders of the Lord. That is chivalry, in my opinion."
An incision is felt. I couldn't feel the incision, so her sincere heart reached me. If it had been another time, she would have been showered with compliments, saying that she had all these great qualities of a royal knight.
But not now. I felt the small burning hope inside me crumble, and I curled up the corners of my mouth with a miserable feeling.
"Oh, that's a good judgment. You are right. Go get the shackles."
"Yes. Your Excellency the Regent."
Marhan bowed her head and walked over to get the shackles in the corner. As I watched, I habitually touched the brooch around my neck.
'She is driving me crazy.'
My whole body tingles with tension, perhaps because the situation is going the exact opposite of my intention. I never thought of increasing the intensity of torture.
It is unclear how the elf will react to the unintentional shackles.
'... Let's not look back for now.'
If I make eye contact and get caught in a book for no reason, I will have a hard time. As I waited with my hands behind my back, Marhan brought out the shackles and showed them to me.
"Here it is. It weighs a little... It appears to have been worn on the ankles of tortured subjects. It would be a way to increase or decrease the pain by increasing the load."
Even pretending, it looked heavy. Marhan's hands were bigger than mine, a man, because the iron ball was almost the size of Marhan's palm.
'You said you put this on your ankle?'
It wasn't a joke, and the pain didn't seem to end. As I hesitated to answer, Marhan turned to the slave. Sympathy lingers in her two thick eyes.
"No matter how you look at it, this must be pretty hard for that slave. I'm looking at this side as if I'm terrified, but I wonder if she can handle it."
"... Are you frightened?"
"Yes. As you can see, she is hiccupping as if they were about to cry."
Thank god. This must be a plus factor for the elf as well. Thanks to that, I felt that the anxiety that had been underlying my consciousness was alleviated. There is no need to be afraid now.
I happily turned around and pointed my chin at the elf, who was holding back tears, just as Marhan had said.
"Put shackles on the ankles of the slaves."
"Yes? However…."
'I say do it! Come now; don't be fooled!'
"I want you to do it because I want to punish this elf slave properly."
"If you say that, I understand."
Nodding her head, Marhan approached the elf. As she got down on one knee and began to shackle the slender ankles, the elf looked at me and begged.
"Sir, I hate it... Master, please forgive me. I might really die..."
No matter how much I know it's acting, one side of my conscience hurts quite a bit. Appearance: It couldn't be nice to see a poor woman crying and begging.
However, now I am a cold-blooded psychopath to the point of throwing away even a single bite of the chef's carefully prepared dishes. Despite the elf's pleading, I smirked as if it weren't the same.
"Stop being a crybaby. Because I won't let you die like this."
"I am sorry master~"
"I hate to hear the whining. Marhan. Have you filled all the shackles?"
"Ah, yes. Just wait a second…."
Click…
With the sound of the shackles wrapping around her ankle, the elf's leg was pulled downward. The weight of the iron ball is pulling on the ankle.
"Hi-geuk... !"
The bewildered elf tugged at the ropes that bound her wrists. She tried to raise her body to resist the weight of the iron ball.
Meanwhile, Marhan went to the other side and finished the shackles. When the shackles are attached to both ankles, the body balances.
But it's too early to be relieved. Distributing the weight evenly is in line with pulling the body downward.
"It hurts, it hurts...!"
The pussy area that was touching the back of the wooden horse starts to be pressed down. As the labia majora parted, her pussy juice flowed down more profusely, and the elf, who felt the pain each time, gnashed her teeth and pulled the rope to raise herself up.
In the process, the exposed breasts swayed lightly, and the pussy unintentionally rubbed against the wooden horse's back, stimulating the elf's pain and sexual desire at the same time.
"Hey, hey, hey. My pussy is broken."
Exhaling a quick breath, she pulls the rope vigorously. At the same time, as the force entered the lower abdomen, the open pussy bit the wooden horse's back more tightly. It was so lewd that it was embarrassing to watch.
"Master …Aahhhhh…. please forgive me now. I think I'm going to pee...!"
Could it be that the urge to urinate is caused by the unavoidable exercise that strained her whole body? I'm not sure if it was because she was holding back on purpose and trying to enjoy it in front of me, but I couldn't stop her because the elf wouldn't want that.
"What are you saying? If you need to pee, you can do it here."
"No. Like this, in front of the master's eyes..."
The elf, who had been crying miserably, finally trembled as if she couldn't stand it. Then, bright yellow liquid flowed out of her pussy and flowed down the triangular wooden horse. On top of that, of course, my overcoat was covered.
'That's expensive...'
I wanted to yell at her for not having been potty trained. But if I do, I may cause more trouble.
Knowing when to hit and run is the only way to maintain this bizarre relationship for a long time, so I put my hand on the bridge of my nose and frowned.
"It seems that the smell of dirt is wafting all the way here. The excitement has cooled. Let's just withdraw."
Marhan was unusually silent.
"Ah. Okay. Then release the shackles."
"Don't solve it."
"Yes? But wouldn't the slave suffer a lot if we left it like this?"
If it were a normal slave, that would be it. But in the case of the elf, there was a high probability that she would be more happy to be left here. However, there was no way to explain it properly, so I instead told Marhan.
"I would have told you not to ask twice."
When I let go of the threat, Marhan nodded with a disapproving expression. It's good that she didn't spread it further.
"Aahhhhhhhh."
I walked out of the room in the most aloof state. After a moment of hesitation, Marhan also follows me and leaves the room. 'Please don't go, my lord... I heard a sound like '.', but I ignored it neatly.
"Hey, Your Excellency Regent."
While walking down the hallway, Marhan speaks to me. I answered without looking back.
"Speak."
"You seem to have left your coat behind. Can I bring it?"
"Not required."
"Oh, well. I heard that you cherish it."
"It's true that I cherish it, but thanks to you, I no longer need it."
"Yes?"
If you hadn't said you'd come with shackles, the elf wouldn't have peed. As I gnashed my teeth in unnecessary irritation, Marhan followed me and scratched the back of her neck.
"But it seems that His Excellency the Regent secretly takes care of the slaves. Ropes and coats—isn't it all prepared by His Excellency the Regent? His actions are a little rough, but he likes slaves after all."
"Marhan!!"
Recalling that I had patience, I looked back at Marhan with the most benevolent face.
"One more word, and I'll put you to death."
*
"Well."
The elf, left alone in the torture chamber, stared through the open door. Theorad seemed to have left the basement, as footsteps were no longer audible.
'It's a bit sad, but what can I do?'
The elf, who had lost her appetite, murmured softly, and the rope burned away and the shackles on her ankles shattered.
Carefully stepping down from the triangular horse and stepping on the floor, residual urine trickles down her groin. The elf didn't care and lifted the cloak that covered the triangular horse.
The pattern of the Viscount of Deharm was embroidered with gold thread on the chest of the overcoat, which looked luxurious at first glance.
'Is it considerate?'
'I can understand why he put the coat on the triangular horse.'
'It's dirty.'
The coat didn't look very nice to be covered in urine, so she used magic to clean the urine from the coat.
'But how do I do this?'
After thinking for a moment, the elf held the cloak tightly in her arms and took a long breath. She was kind of curious.
As if it were an answer to her curiosity, a weak sweat grazed the tip of her nose.
'Mmm.'
Is it a bit too much to throw away? If she can have it, maybe someday she will find it useful. When the elf finished her thoughts and snapped her fingers, the air split open, and a rift broke away from reality.
As if the universe were contained in it, the purple-stained crack gradually grows in size and opens its mouth. The elf picked up Theorad's cloak and threw it there, then snapped her fingers again.
Then, the cracked space instantly regains its original shape.
'I'm done with my business, so let's go out now.'
The elf raised a biting wind to wash her body and suddenly remembered Theorad when he was belittling her.
'It was stupid.'
A smile comes to her lips when she thinks of my comical yet enthusiastic way of doing my best to perform sexual kink.
'Today's toy is...'
'It had a pretty cute side.'