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Mag understood after hearing that, so he no longer pitied the man in black on the ground.

Mag asked Camilla with a slight frown, “But, why are you looking at me with that gaze?”

“Nothing. I simply feel that this fellow isn’t sturdy. I haven’t whipped him to my heart’s content.” Camilla curved her lips and looked at Mag meaningfully.

“You are obviously a masochist. Why are you pretending to be a sadist?” Mag pursed his lips.

“Shut up!” Camilla instantly exploded. She remembered how she was tied to that small bed that day... she felt even more humiliated and awkward. She coldly asked, “Did you bring what I want?”

!!

“What did you ask me to bring?” Mag looked perplexed. “Didn’t you just ask me to come to the little forest? I thought you were going to show me something. You were being so secretive.”

“I mean all the photostones!” Camilla was furious and she already lifted her whip up unknowingly.

“Oh. You mean that. Say what you mean clearly, or else how would I know what you want,” Mag said with exasperation.

“Give them to me.” Camilla extended her hand.

“I didn’t bring them.” Mag shrugged.

“Smack!”

The leather whip flew up and snapped the tree that was as thick as a rice bowl into half.

“Why can’t you speak properly? Why did you have to vent your anger on these plants? This tree is different from this jerk. Someone needs to plant it again tomorrow. Isn’t it tough for the gardeners?” Mag lamented.

Camilla pointed at Mag angrily with the whip. “Don’t think that I don’t dare to whip you!”

Mag openly said, “That’ll be fantastic. I can close the restaurant tomorrow and rest for a few days due to work injury. If people ask me, I will say that you whipped me vengefully because you failed to get some weird photostones from me.”

“You shameless thug!” Camilla was furious. She didn’t know if she should put down her whip or not.

She didn’t expect that Mag was so hard to handle even though he looked so gentlemanly. He was even harder to handle than that hooligan lying on the ground.

Mag tried to console her. “Actually, you don’t have to worry about the photostones at all. I will at most watch them alone at night.”

“Y-you...” Camilla had already raised her whip, but she suddenly put it down when she looked at Mag. She smilingly said, “You’re someone with a wife now. Are you not afraid that I will tell your wife?”

Mag murmured with a fearful expression.

“You’re afraid now, right? Your wife is a 10th-tier powerhouse and she can kill you easily.” There was a smugness in Camilla’s smile. She felt she finally had a handle on Mag.

“I’m indeed a little worried. My wife has always been strong-headed and willful. If she sees that photostone or finds out about this, she will definitely think that it’s you who seduced me.” Mag nodded gravely. “If she goes berserk and wants to kill you, she can do it easily with her power. I can’t stop her at all.”

Camilla: “...?”

“However, you don’t have to worry. I promise she won’t see the photostones and won’t know that you asked me to meet you in the forest.” Mag patted her shoulders in consolation before saying, “I’ll go back if there is nothing else.”

Camilla looked at Mag who was about to leave in a daze. She only regained her wits after some time. The scenario wasn’t what she imagined it to be?

It was she who asked Mag with the intention of threatening him with his wife. How did it end up with her being threatened by him and needing to work with him?

“Wait a sec! I’m the victim here, right?” Camilla finally voiced out her doubts.

“You see, the scenario back then was like this: the little black hut, candles, little whip, handcuffs, ropes, leather clothes, photostones. They were prepared by you, who was dressed provocatively.

“And I, a properly-dressed man, was obviously knocked out and carried back by you. So, who do you think is the victim?

“No matter how we describe it, it was I who was kidnapped by you and forced to whip you to satisfy your masochist tendencies.

“Moreover, you seemed to enjoy it and were very excited.

“Isn’t this very reasonable?” Mag said righteously.

“...” Camilla.

How am I going to explain this?

Just as Mag described, the things were prepared by her, and they were prepared for Mag.

Who knew that he would turn the situation around and use them on her.

Camilla slowly covered her face after she saw her excited face in the photostone picture.

“It’s way too shameful!”

“Alright. Please work hard tomorrow as well. I’ll go back first. Goodnight.” Mag put away the photostones and walked out of the forest.

Camilla looked at Mag’s back and the whip in her hands was shaking. Eventually she whipped the man in black at the side.

“Scumbag!”

The man in black: “...?”

***

Early next morning, the old man cleaning around the little forest found a semi-naked man who was badly injured. His back was covered with lashes. If one looked closer, the word ‘jerk’ could even be seen.

The man was soon carried away by the Gray Temple’s patrol personnel. The news got back and it was revealed that the man was a serial molester. All his limbs were broken and his ‘third leg’ was broken too.

Everyone was glad to hear that he wasn’t doing well.

“This whipping was done rather artistically.” Irina laughed and turned to look at Mag. “What do you think about it?”

“Normal people usually wouldn’t have such an idea.” Mag nodded calmly, as though that matter had nothing to do with him.

“Actually, I know how to use a whip too.” Irina smiled as a black whip appeared in her hand.

Mag stared at that whip for one second and then pointed to Ugly Duckling who was sunbathing at the side. “You can practice on it.”

Ugly Duckling, who was rolling around comfortably, looked at Mag befuddled: “...?”

Irina put the whip away and said gravely, “According to the elven race’s rules, the high priestess would take over being queen if her absence exceeds 100 days, and the princess will be the next in line to take over. Now that both the queen and the high priestess have gone into seclusion, the elves already haven’t had a ruler for 100 days. According to the rules, Sally will be the acting queen.”

Mag turned solemn and asked Irina, “Did something happen to the queen?”

The queen had gone into seclusion and didn’t appear despite all the important issues that happened to the elven race and the Norland Continent during that period.

Rumors had been spreading like wildfire. Some said that the queen had already died from her injuries, but the elves refused to announce that.

“My royal mother is still alive. This is the only thing that I am certain of currently.” Irina shook her head slightly.