Whipping

What? Whipping?

Farley Hamilton, who is he? I didn't see anyone behind Instructor Celeste Hughes.

"Yes!" A childish voice sounded, and a little girl of about five or six walked out from behind Instructor Celeste Hughes! She was dressed in a tiny military uniform, looking exceptionally cute.

"No, no, Farley Hamilton, be good." Desmond Griffin unexpectedly showed fear, stepping back step by step. "Uncle has found a big lollipop for you this time!" As he spoke, he pulled out a large colorful lollipop from his pocket and handed it to the little girl named Farley Hamilton as if presenting an achievement.

The little girl's eyes widened immediately. She joyfully took the lollipop from Desmond Griffin and heaved a sigh of relief. However, the next moment, the little girl grabbed his leg directly, her little eyebrows raised, "Men who bully girls are the most annoying—" she said, then turned around. Lifting her small foot forward, there was a "thud" sound, and Desmond Griffin was pulled down!

"No—no—" Desmond Griffin screamed in terror.

Then, I stiffly watched as the clearly five or six-year-old girl dragged an adult Desmond Griffin, who was about 1.8 meters tall, from my side. She licked her lollipop, which was as big as her face, and walked forward as if dragging a doll, effortlessly.

This scene shocked me greatly.

"Wife, it's really a misunderstanding—we really didn't mean to hide—we can't let the girl take our hostage away again—" Desmond Griffin was gradually dragged away by Farley Hamilton. As they descended the steps, there was a sound like a head hitting the steps, "thud thud thud," as if a child was bouncing a ball down the stairs.

Originally, I was tense, having just taken a hostage, and not just any hostage but the son of Instructor Celeste Hughes. I should have had enough control, but suddenly, the hostage was pulled away, the hostage's dad was dragged away by a five or six-year-old girl, and what use was the knife in my hand?"It's okay." Celeste Hughes approached me gently and said, and I found myself completely clueless about what to do next! Like an actor who suddenly forgets their lines and stands dumbfounded on stage. My mind is now filled with the image of that strange child, only five or six years old but with the strength to drag an adult-sized tree. And those two girls accompanying Celeste Hughes, the instructor, must be extraordinary too! Because the guards by her side must be the best of the best!

"Let Camille heal you." Celeste Hughes reached out to me gently, and I reflexively picked up the knife. There was a hint of sympathy in her red eyes. "If you're scared, you can keep the knife." Her gentle face no longer wore the stern expression it had when reprimanding Desmond Griffin, and Emery Griffin. Instead, she looked like a mother, concerned for her daughter who had suffered and wandered outside with scars.

She looked at me with worry for a moment and continued gently, "You can also just stay here." She neither took the knife from my hand nor asked me to go elsewhere. She looked to the side. "Camille, check her injuries." Instructor Celeste Hughes looked at my blood-stained pants, and by now, the blood had dried, turning into a deep brown on my red school trousers.

"Yes." The beautiful Camille walked in front of me and squatted down. I kept staring at her as she gently rolled up my pants, revealing the wound on my knee. She looked up at me, smiling gently, "Don't worry, it won't hurt." As she spoke, she raised her hand, and it seemed like there were little green fairies gathering in her palm. Her hands went to both sides of my knee, and the green glow turned into thin green tendrils entering my wound. I felt a warmth and a slight itch, really... not painful.

This warmth made the tension in me slowly relax. She must be the healer that Campbell Russell and the others talked about. I dropped the knife in my hand. I had nothing now. What was I pretending for? Any random little girl on the other side could easily defeat me.

If they really wanted to capture me, they wouldn't show me such great respect and tell me not to be afraid.

I looked down listlessly and, when I looked down, I saw a group of soldiers running from the end of the underground road. They were agile, with disciplined strides, and I became nervous again. Would they catch me? However, they just ran to the ground floor and then carried Emery Griffin and Dominic Alexander Desmond Griffin, heading east towards the square. All the onlookers followed them.

It turns out... they weren't here to capture ; they were taking away Emery Griffin and Desmond Griffin.

"I apologize for my son's rude behavior." Celeste Hughes, the instructor, spoke with embarrassment in front of me. I looked at her, and she had a serious face, a hint of anger in her red eyes. "I didn't expect Emery Griffin to do something like this to you!"I wanted to explain, but when the words reached my lips, I couldn't speak. I seemed to have lost the ability to speak momentarily because of being too tense.

Camille retracted the green glow, slowly stood up, her forehead covered in sweat. It was evident that healing me was not an easy task. I wanted to say thank you to her, but I couldn't produce any sound.

"I believe there must be a misunderstanding here." Camille smiled at me and then looked at Instructor Celeste Hughes. "Celeste sister, Emery Griffin doesn't have the courage for this, and he has always been good to girls."

Yes, he wasn't really harassing me, but drooling was just too disgusting. However, for some reason, I couldn't speak now.

"Camille, don't plead for that kid." Instructor Celeste Hughes angrily heaved her chest. "It infuriates me! It's so embarrassing! No, I will personally go to carry out the execution!" Then she looked at me, her gaze softening. "If you want to go back to Silvermoon City, we can help you make arrangements."

I immediately shook my head, feeling a chill running through my body.

Instructor Celeste Hughes looked puzzled. "You..."

I became nervous again, and my hands involuntarily tightened around the knife. She glanced at the knife I held tightly and frowned slightly. Her gaze softened again. "Fine, I won't ask. Now, I'll take you to your room."

Again, I shook my head. At this moment, I didn't want to go anywhere. I felt that nowhere was safe compared to where I was standing now because here, I could see the outside!

Camille looked at me with confusion and then glanced at Instructor Celeste Hughes. The instructor had a face full of pity. "Poor child, not knowing what you've been through. Okay, you can stay here. If you're tired, you can rest in Emery Griffin's room..." She casually pointed to a nearby room. "Don't worry, Emery Griffin will be tied up in the East Square today. Do you need someone to accompany you?"

Again, I shook my head. Accompany me? To keep an eye on me?

Instructor Celeste Hughes nodded. "Alright, then take some time alone. I'll make sure no one disturbs you. You can come find me after you've calmed down." After saying that, she nodded to Camille, turned around, and left.

Bernice also turned expressionlessly and followed behind Instructor Celeste Hughes with Camille. Camille took a few steps, turned around, and looked at me with a deep and puzzled expression in her eyes.

I kept watching them leave, watching them descend the steps, watching them walk along the path below. Camille occasionally lifted her face to look at me with confusion, filled with deep and unresolved questions.

Until I could no longer see them, I slowly slid down against the railing, sitting on the cold corridor, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears. It felt like something was blocking my chest, sealing off all my emotions. I just sat blankly on this rusty corridor, staring into space.

Truly... no one walked up this corridor.