C1884 The Northern Court Is Desolate 14(2)

Perhaps it was because the weather had warmed up, but his breath did not form a white mist, but echoed softly in the room.

"Ah - -! It hurts so much! Be gentle, be gentle... Why are you so violent? You are a girl, can't you be gentler? Does your husband have no objections to you? Ah! Kill! Quick! Don't look anymore, kid