Chapter 47: Critical Intelligence Regarding a World Crisis

Reji raised his hand, and Shermen once again plunged the dagger fiercely into Ariel's thigh flesh.

"Ah—It hurts! You Bastard stop!!"

"Ahaaaaah!"

This noble lady, who seemed to be showing off something, reminiscing something, instantly could no longer speak, her cute face now twisted in severe pain, leaving only screams.

Perhaps Ariel's frantic screams were too loud.

Or perhaps, driven by a belief and humiliation, one of the male elf actually faintly regained consciousness, recovering some awareness.

The male elves in the basement had not been drugged much by Ariel.

They were mostly restrained and whipped.

After all, Ariel needed them to be awake, serving as "audience" to watch the process of their female elf companions being tortured, thereby gaining excitement from it.