The next morning—
"Heh heh heh. I wonder what kind of face that next village mayor is making right now? Hehehe… I'm looking forward to this."
Rigel headed toward the underground cell where the beautiful boy was being held.
Had the defiant boy's spirit been properly broken after being thoroughly abandoned overnight?
"If it were a woman, I would've just raped her and taught her her place… Well, for a guy, this much is fine."
Muttering to himself, Rigel descended the dimly lit stairs and arrived at the basement.
"Yo. Good morning~"
"..."
The beautiful boy silently looked at Rigel. However, the vitality that had been in his eyes the day before was gone, replaced by hollow, vacant pupils.
"Heh heh… What's wrong? You look pretty lifeless."
"..."
"Well, I'll give you credit for not drowning. Good job."
Rigel grinned. But the beautiful boy said nothing, simply staring back with eyes like those of a dead fish.
