Mostima did not want anyone to see her in such an ugly state. That was only natural.
But unfortunately.
The shrine maiden had informed the Penguin Logistics crew of her plight with a pained expression, describing every detail. Although Hoshino repeatedly stressed that it was merely speculation based on Judas's Oath's abilities, her account was so vivid that she sounded like a novelist who specialized in documentary literature.
"Judas's binding skill..."
"Can you imagine the shape the elastic bands of stockings leave on the thighs? The chains sank slightly into the flesh, binding Mostima's thighs and calves together as she was hung upside down from a beam. Theresa took off her boots and kicked her suspended body again and again with her little feet in white stockings. The candlelight flickered, outlining their tightly pressed figures..."
"How lewd."
Exusiai was clearly more innocent than she looked. Covering her face, she did not dare listen any further.
That was only because it was Mostima.
If it had been anyone else, Exusiai would have eagerly urged them to hurry up. But because they were talking about Mostima, Exusiai wanted a more private listening environment. In public, she put on an innocent act.
"No, I want to keep listening! Hurry up, hurry up!"
Croissant waved her hands about like an excited audience member, hoping Hoshino would continue.
"And then..."
Hoshino drew out the words. "At that moment, Penguin Logistics burst through the door. The shrine maiden reinforcements arrived at the same time, and both sides began a fierce battle. Judas couldn't bind so many people at once, and there was a brief opening in its defenses. Then... shhk!"
"I drew my sword. Problem solved."
"Uh..."
Why had it suddenly become so wholesome? The story immediately became dull. Not only Croissant, even Sora turned away