With a faint, indescribable fragrance lingering in his nose, Morris’s heartbeat once again became uncontrollably restless.
But just like the previous two times, rather than feeling excited about what was about to happen, he was more shocked at how things had managed to turn out this way.
He had originally thought that the supervisors and female colleagues back in Fastar were already outrageous enough, but he hadn’t expected that the queen and female subordinates here in Dratnia would be even more over the top.
First came a sudden confession followed by a demand for him to forget it, yet no matter how he looked, this mysterious female subordinate didn’t seem like someone who could just forget.
Then there was the self-proclaimed third-country Spy, trying to recruit him to resist Elvira together—a spy among his female subordinates.
And finally, another rebellious female subordinate who not only belittled him in honorifics, but also seemed intent on despising him while “doing” it?
Compared to them, the Minefield Woman and Heavy Woman back in Fastar could practically be called model ladies.
At the very least, his former female acquaintances in Fastar wouldn’t go behind the queen’s back to cause trouble, especially when the queen’s jealousy was so blatantly obvious.
He was truly starting to regret ever being dragged to this country.
But now, it was too late for regrets, no matter what he said.
While he was sighing over his fate, Roselia had already drawn close and blocked Morris’s nose and mouth, making it impossible for him to breathe.
Since he didn’t have control over his own body, there was nothing he could do, even as he felt himself suffocating.
All he could do was endure until Roselia stopped this cruel act.
That’s right, she would stop. Judging from her attitude, she only loathed Morris—she didn’t have any murderous intent toward him.
Even in such a situation, Morris was still able to keep a level head—that was one of his strengths.
However, only his mind could stay calm. After losing the control of his own spirit, his body could only act on simple biological instinct.
After a little more than a minute, that painful feeling of suffocation suddenly vanished.
Freed at last, Morris’s body greedily gulped down air, completely losing all composure—it was just an ordinary man’s desperate gasping.
And this humiliating display and reaction from Morris was precisely what Roselia wanted.
Even though she’d been the one to cause it, she still mocked Morris with a voice full of disdain, as if she had nothing to do with it.
“Hmph, look at you, where’s your so-called knightly dignity now? You’re just pathetic.”
“And Lord Morris, you really do seem to enjoy being treated like this, don’t you? You looked almost happy about it.”
“If those women who adore you saw you like this, I’m sure they’d only be disgusted by you.”
“I know, Lord Morris, you must want to call me despicable, but clearly you have no one to blame but yourself for ending up like this.”
“If I had to describe you in a single word right now, yes, there’s only one fitting judgment—”
As the culprit behind Morris’s humiliation, Roselia’s voice, which had been coming from above, suddenly sounded right in his ear.
“—Disgusting.”
It was a cold voice, brimming with contempt and loathing, that resonated clearly within Morris through his eardrum.
Yet in stark contrast to that scornful voice, her breath felt hot as it brushed against his skin, conveying its own message.
It was as if she despised Morris as a person, yet didn’t mind touching him at all.
“Yes, truly disgusting, absolutely abominable. You’re a disgrace to all knights.”
“Even Her Majesty the Queen of Fastar would be utterly disappointed if she saw you like this. After all, you’re such a disgrace.”
“Hmph, does the incompetent Lord Knight still think to resist? That feeble struggle is laughable.”
After a barrage of soul-crushing remarks, Roselia, having finished her preparations, began to do the same thing the previous two colleagues had done.
Morris was overwhelmed by a strong sense of absurdity.
Rationally, he couldn’t understand how she could manage to mercilessly humiliate him while still, without hesitation, doing the same thing as the previous two.
Is this even reasonable?
It made no sense at all, but since it was happening to him, Morris had no way to stop it.
For the next ten minutes, until Elvira returned, he was forced to accept this utterly unreasonable reality.