"Ah—" Little Princess let out a moan, but there was not much pain in it, instead, it seemed comfortable and pleasant.
Smack, smack, smack—
Flames of the whip fell continuously, and with each sound, the black power on Little Princess was fading away with each lash, but it was still very stubborn. The fissures on her body kept shrinking, but they couldn't completely heal.
Solemnity was revealed in Sir Sun's eyes, as he raised the long whip of flame high and lashed it down heavily again.
Smack!
"Ah!"
This time, Little Princess was truly in pain, which meant that she had recovered most of her sanity, and the emotional power of resentment could no longer control her.
The last bit of spiteful energy that lingered in Little Princess's body quietly retreated into the surrounding darkness.