Though Harold had ascended to the rank of Duke at a relatively young age, it did not mean he was reckless or brash in his approach to situations.

As both a Duke and a noble of the Empire, his experience was extensive. No matter how high his status as a Duke or as one of the Empire's Three Swords, he fully understood that harming or killing a member of the royal family was a grave crime.@@novelbin@@

...And so, he struck her only in places where it wouldn’t show.

Thud!

“Kh... ahhh…!”

Mezlen’s body, already battered from more than a dozen strikes, crumpled to the floor as Harold’s fist delivered yet another blow to her solar plexus.

The pain was so excruciating that she couldn’t even scream properly, the agony radiating deep within her chest.

Yet her skin bore not a single bruise. Harold, having reached the level of Sword Master, expertly controlled his energy to target her insides while leaving no external marks. He could inflict excruciating pain without causing visible injury.

It was ironic to see the prowess of a Sword Master used to discipline royalty, but Mezlen had, objectively speaking, earned the punishment.

“Kh... cough, cough…!”

“Feeling more grounded now?”

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