"They started breeding as soon as they got home. What happened afterward?"
The Spider Silk Matron Mother looked down at the spy prostrate on the floor, then casually glanced at Christian, who was serving as her footrest.
"What else did they do?"
The spy took a deep breath.
On his way back to report, he had already made his decision.
"Afterward—more of the same."
At last, the Matron Mother's bored tone changed. "Nothing changed?"
"No."
"You're lying."
She merely gave a cold snort, and the ring on her hand burst into brilliant light.
In an instant, the spy felt as though his brain had been forcibly pried open and a needle driven deep into it, exposing everything to the Matron Mother through his agony.
[Detect Thoughts]. She asked coldly, "Seven underground hours have passed since they left. Yet you claim they never left their bedroom?"
"They didn't!"
Sweat poured down the spy's back. As the Matron Mother questioned him, everything he had seen and heard while clinging to the windowsill appeared before her—
The shaking bed, the cracking whip, the agonized screams...
It had continued intermittently for several hours.
"Light," she cursed under her breath. "It's actually true."
As she exclaimed, the spy felt the consciousness invading his thoughts abruptly disappear.
He exhaled, feeling as though he had narrowly escaped death.
Thank goodness. Thank goodness she didn't keep looking.
Otherwise, my skin would have been peeled off right before my eyes a second later.
"What an energetic male beast."
Hearing this rare praise from the Matron Mother, he raised his eyes slightly and stole a sidelong glance at her expression. He could see her disgust—disgust for the Master of Arms beneath her feet.
She drove her high heel viciously into his back, clearly comparing the two men. "Useless thing."
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