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A high-pitched scream echoed in the dimly lit stone room.

”Ahh!

Rene's body ached like it was about to explode every time the whip, branched like an ear of wheat or rice, sliced the air.

Normally, the building is used as a prison. It was a place where arrested criminals were kept until their trial, and it was a place where imprisoned prisoners lived. But now a corner of it was commandeered for René by the knights of the Royalists.

The room was not originally equipped for torture, but a large room with a capacity of about six people was used as a makeshift torture chamber by bringing in dangerous equipment.

Rene was shackled, and his hands were bound with chains from the ceiling.

The height of the chains was perfectly adjusted, forcing the hanged person to stand on his or her tiptoes while using his or her own weight to inflict pain. In addition, the unreasonable posture makes them defenseless against attacks and increases their pain.

Whenever Rene came to this room, there were always several torturers present. All of the torturers wore armor with pectoral insignia. It was as if they were proud of their armor as if they were knights. As if torturing Rene was a noble duty as a knight.

When they looked at Rene, they had either an angry, raging look on their faces or a lecherous, mocking look on their faces.

In order not to kill him by accident, they chose a method of torture that was less damaging and more painful, and a sorcerer who could use recovery magic was always with him.

The only reason they didn't kill him was so that they could execute Rene in public. The torturer reminded Rene of this from time to time. He was trying to psych him out.

Rene screams again as the whip is driven into his empty torso.

It felt like her throat was burning from screaming so much.

”Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

Don't think you're allowed to cry!

Rene's eardrums twitched with the hysterical sound of his interbody voice.

I already know that crying won't make you stop. I know, but it still hurts and scares me, and the tears are flowing all by themselves.

”Daughter of a corrupt king who sold out his country to the Federation!

Why were you living on the border of the Federation?　What contact did you have with the Federation?　You know what I'm talking about!　Tell me!

The question was repeated over and over again.

I lived on the border of the Federation, because the Federation culture is so strong that there is little prejudice against the ”silver-haired, silver-eyed abomination”, and there is little to be said about Rene's body. In addition, the relationship with the Federation was much better (even if it was a hierarchical one), and there was much less danger of the borderline suddenly catching fire than in other border regions.

Her mother had mentioned this many times, and René knew the situation even at a young age.

And even though she was told that she was the daughter of the king, René did not know that she was the daughter of the king.

There was no way that she was involved in the King's policy toward the Federation, or in the negotiations behind the scenes. There was no way Renée could have known, because there was nothing to know.

But that wasn't the answer the torturers wanted, and no matter how many times she told them, they shouted at her to ”tell the truth” and whipped her even more as punishment for lying.

All Rene could do was cry and scream.

I don't know ......, I don't know!

Lie to me!

Lies!” ”Aaah ......!

A whip cracked Rene's back.

If you say you don't know, you'll be treated as a lie.

Rene thought that if there was an answer he wanted, he should tell him. Because that's exactly what I'm going to say.

But maybe there is no answer to be sought from the beginning. If the purpose is to torment you with accusations in the form of torture.

Leaning back against the suspended arm, Rene sagged limply.

Her shoulders creaked from the strain, but she could do nothing about it.

”Ohhhh ...... ouch .......

The ...... screams are getting quieter. Change your attacker.

Ha!

The torturer who had been ordered to leave came back from the next room with something.

It was a hot poker.

”There you go.

The poker is pressed against him.

The pain was like a thousand bees stinging her skin at the same time, making her cower.

”Ahhhhhhhh!

A strangled scream erupted from Renai's throat.

”d*mn, there's nothing s*xy about a kid's scream.