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When Richt’s hand stopped swinging for a while, Abel asked.

“Is this the end?”

Only then did Richt come to his senses.

‘What have I done?’

It’s true that I wanted revenge, but I didn’t intend to go this far. Drops of blood were dripping from the stretched whip. There were as many wounds as the blood that flowed. Licht bit the delicate flesh in his mouth.

You must not be agitated. No matter how I felt about this situation, I shouldn’t have revealed it to him. Because he himself is ‘Rich Devine’. He won’t budge at this level. That level of reason remained.

“… … “Bring the medicine.”

First, I threw the whip in my hand. The class moved at Richt’s words. There was a variety of medicines and treatment tools available in the annex, so there was no need to go far. Ian’s consideration was helpful in many ways.

Richt took a deep breath.

“The wound is not deep.”

Abel spoke to Richt in a calm tone.

“The barbarians often use strange weapons, so I suffered even more injuries.”

Before I knew it, Abel had stopped being respected. She speaks with the same haughty attitude as before, which she says Licht helped bring her to her senses.@@novelbin@@

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