199 Prove Your Purity

Cecilia kept pummeling Laura for a long while longer. Laura became Cecilia’s punching bag, spraying blood and flesh everywhere to the point that it hurt just watching. Because the room was so dark, the traces were hard to see.

After about twenty minutes like that, Cecilia finally stopped punching and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The gauntlet that had definitely been gold at one point had somehow turned red. There was no need to ask what she had dyed it with.

“Whew, I’m tired. Still, I feel better.”

Cecilia sat Laura, who had collapsed, back down in the chair and fed her some blood through her mangled maw. Then she took off the gauntlet and placed it on the table. Sticky sweat had soaked into her palm.

“That should do it for intimidation. Now she’ll answer obediently to whatever we ask.”

“......Do inquisitors usually interrogate people like this?”

Ian asked, looking incredulous. Cecilia shook her head while wiping the sweat and blood away with a handkerchief.

“No? I’m actually pretty mild by our standards. There are brothers and sisters who torture people with things like surgical scalpels or nail clippers. Some inquisitors even inflict pain with psychic abilities.”

“......Hah.”...