"Your Highness, did you enjoy yourself?"
Rigel's words spoken while smiling were somewhat joke-like.
But irony showed through behind the question.
He asked on purpose while knowing she could not have enjoyed it.
That was part of his "play."
"...Ah."
Amelia nodded small.
That expression was dark.
There was no force at her mouth, and a shadow fell on her pupils.
No rise and fall of feeling could be seen. Only a quiet as if she had given up on everything drifted.
"This is a problem. I like raping women who cry and scream, but I don't prefer raping a lifeless tuna woman."
"…"
Amelia was silent.
From those pupils the light that had once been there was being lost.
The flame called will seemed about to vanish any moment.
(Was the stick a bit too strong? After all, right now…)
Not breaking the play was the iron rule.
The next move to draw a future convenient for himself.
He turned thought and reached a conclusion.
