Morning came.
The Baroness, having barely managed to pull the troops together, grabbed her stiff neck and tried to sit up in bed.
"..."
She couldn't sit up. Because of the leather straps binding her limbs, she couldn't escape on her own unless someone released her. If she stayed like this, wouldn't something terrible happen?
"...I'm such a crazy bitch."
The reality was the opposite. It wasn't to prevent something terrible from happening to her—it was Gray who tied her up, worried she might do something terrible.
So she wouldn't spread her legs for just any man.
So she wouldn't stab her sword into the vitals of another man coming to assault her.
"Tch."
The Baroness felt regret at missing such a good opportunity.
