In a luxurious Bedroom, a man and a woman lay entwined.
A closer look would have revealed that the woman beneath him was struggling a little, but the Seastone bracelet around her wrist had left her weak.
"Wait, what's that? It hurts~"
The woman beneath him let out a muffled groan and stopped struggling. What was done was done; fighting any longer would change nothing.
Ain lay in bed, hiding her naked body beneath the covers.
As a woman who had spent years at sea, Ain had kept herself chaste, but after what had happened, she did not feel as resistant as one might expect.
"Are you going to kill me?"
Ain looked at Werther, hatred faintly visible in her eyes.
"No. I told Zephyr I'd let you go, and I never break my word. If you hadn't come to me yourself, I wouldn't have done anything to you. Are you planning to take revenge?"
Ain shook her head and said,
"Revenge? How could I possibly manage that? You're so strong it's hopeless."
Werther was somewhat surprised.
"That's not what I expected. I thought you'd want revenge."
Ain sighed and sat up. The blanket slipped down, exposing her breasts to Werther, but she did not care.
After he had already been inside her, being seen hardly mattered.
"I've been through something ten times more hopeless than this. I watched my seniors and juniors die right in front of me. I'll never forget it.
"That monster—I'll kill him someday. He's the one who cut off Teacher Zephyr's arm.
"But you said earlier that you'd already killed him. Was that true?"
Ain looked at Werther hopefully.
"Edward Weevil? I cut his head off on the Golden Battlefield. He's a corpse now, probably still on that island."
Werther stretched, ready to sleep.