The moment they emerged from the prison, they were hit head-on by a visual assault at the entrance.
Right in front of them, two naked men hung upside down from a crooked-necked tree.
Whenever the wind blew, they swayed along with it.
Madam Mero was clearly a woman of broad experience. Her expression did not change, as though she had seen nothing. Behind her, Sibyl's pupils contracted for an instant. A scream had nearly reached her throat, but she forcibly suppressed it. The persona of the cold and aloof lady could not collapse.
As for the third woman present, Amisha, she did not react much either. Someone who had grown up in a dump had seen every sort of filthy, low-down affair. Even so, while her reaction was mild, the disgust in her eyes was plain to see.
Angel, like the other men, was not particularly stirred. He merely glanced at the knight armor tossed beneath the tree, then silently contacted Dox.
"Did you do those two at the entrance?"
Dox soon replied, "You saw them? So, what do you think? Don't they have an artistic feel?"
Even through a mere stream of information, Angel could sense the pride in Dox's tone.
"Art?" Angel said. "All I saw was vulgarity flapping in the wind."
After a pause, Angel added, "You hung them upside down from the tree to imitate that princess?"
"Some of that princess's methods are pretty twisted, but I have to admit, they give off a different kind of artistic feeling. When I came from the castle, I saw two people at the prison entrance. My hands got itchy for a moment, so..."
Angel cut off the conversation. It was enough to know Dox had done it. The rest would probably be devoid of any nourishment.
"Madam Mero,