The Lord Is With You (11)

“……Stop!”

In the end, Delphin could no longer endure it and let out a shout.

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked toward Ian. He gazed down at Delphin in silence, as though asking what was wrong.

Tears dripped from Delphin’s eyes. She squirmed, somehow twisting her body over. The smell of blood-soaked earth was foul. Even so, she struggled desperately.

She could not lose her sword—not her sword. It was everything she had honed and polished all this time.

It was the woman’s desperate plea.

“I-I was wrong… P-please, have mercy on me.”

It was humiliating. Her eyes reddened with shame, and the corners trembled. But even greater was the fear that she might never be able to hold a sword again.

When Delphin received no response, she grew even more anxious. Her mouth began blurting out even more abject words without meaning to.

“F-forgive… forgive me, please, I’m begging you. J-just spare my arms……”...