As the proud ace of the Iron Machine Squad, she would never yield!
That was what Dubary thought, but in reality...
"Ha ha ha ha ha... ha ha ha... help... ha ha ha ha!!!"
At that moment, before Fang Zheng, the brown-haired female Knight was already disheveled. The tentacles binding her continuously wriggled beneath her arms, across her stomach, and along the soles of her feet, inflicting an indescribable—ticklishness—upon her.
"Ha ha ha... no, no... don't keep going... this is agony... I can't take it anymore, ha ha ha..."
Dubary struggled desperately, yet she had no way to break free from the bindings before her. She had never imagined that "tickling" could become a form of torture. In fact, it was far more painful than those cruel punishments. By now, Dubary had laughed so hard she could barely make a sound, but she simply could not stop!!
"Then tell us, why did you capture the Crown Prince?"
"I... I... I, ha ha ha... don't know..."
"Still keeping your mouth shut? Then let's continue."
"Wah ha ha ha!! No! This feels awful... I really don't know, ha ha..."
"Um... Mr. Fang Zheng..."
Princess Alfin could not help speaking as she watched the scene unfold before her.
"Why not let her go? I think she might really not know anything."
"Mm, I know she doesn't know."
Yet, to Dubary and Princess Alfin's surprise, Fang Zheng nodded.
"After all, she's just a foot soldier from the Society. How could she possibly know what their real plan is? At most, she just does whatever those above her tell her to do..."
"Urgh..."
Hearing Fang Zheng's words, Dubary gritted her teeth. She wanted to argue with him, but she did not dare say it aloud—otherwise, Fang Zheng might give her an even more painful punishment.