In the half hour after Gabriel appeared, Roland made use of what was at hand, trying dozens of different methods on his nominal superior.
Although Narbareck had an extreme and deranged personality, she was a mere amateur compared to him.
Besides, most of the fun of training came from an enemy's reactions. If she really became as lifeless as a puppet, it would only spoil his fun.
Someone as hard to tame as Narbareck, a hissing creature who hissed even more than Fou, was a rare, promising prospect. On top of that, she had actively courted disaster by entering into a Contract with a Guardian Angel, leaving her unable even to end it all. As a result, Roland had a thoroughly enjoyable time.
Especially irresistible was the sight of her breaking down when he pretended not to notice her feigned attempts to please and obey him, letting her develop hope before mercilessly shattering it.
Roland even wanted to adjust the flow of time in this little world to make the fun last longer.
However, perhaps because these unprecedented humiliations came too frequently and intensely, Narbareck's mind reached its limit before Roland could put that into practice.
It looked as though she would have a hard time recovering anytime soon.
Still, Roland could understand.
Extremes gave rise to their opposites.
Such arrogant, twisted, extreme sadists, who took pleasure in abusing and bullying others, often had masochistic potential deep down as well.
Although it was not obvious, Narbareck's conceit clearly had a powerful arrogance supporting it.
It was pride in her own strength, position, and authority.
Ordinarily, she always deliberately bullied the members of the Burial Agency, watching them want nothing more than to kill her yet remain helpless. To a considerable extent, that stemmed from the pleasure of controlling others at