Mag understood after hearing that, so he no longer pitied the man in black on the ground.
Mag asked Camilla with a slight frown, "But, why are you looking at me with that gaze?"
"Nothing. I simply feel that this fellow isn't sturdy. I haven't whipped him to my heart's content." Camilla curved her lips and looked at Mag meaningfully.
"You are obviously a masochist. Why are you pretending to be a sadist?" Mag pursed his lips.
"Shut up!" Camilla instantly exploded. She remembered how she was tied to that small bed that day… she felt even more humiliated and awkward. She coldly asked, "Did you bring what I want?"
"What did you ask me to bring?" Mag looked perplexed. "Didn't you just ask me to come to the little forest? I thought you were going to show me something. You were being so secretive."
"I mean all the photostones!" Camilla was furious and she already lifted her whip up unknowingly.
