Chapter 693

For those who have no weapons, even a tree branch can become a great weapon. It wasn't very important what weapon was used, as long as it wasn't a relic. Following Reinhardt's demand, Ellen fought with both the aura and just a tree branch, but she mostly lost. She couldn't even control her emotions and her body was already at its limit. It was like a one-sided beating. She would rather receive physical pain than verbal criticism. Pain was better than words. She felt like she deserved it. However, the pain accumulated and her body and mind had already reached their limits. She didn't know how many times she had been hit or how much she had suffered. It wasn't sadness, but the limit of pain and consciousness that made her vision blurry. Reinhardt approached and kicked her once. She finally fainted. Ellen woke up when it was already dark on the deserted island. She realized that she had fainted and sat up abruptly. She had never fainted before. Fainting in a deserted area was like a death sentence. Her body was in extreme pain. Reinhardt was still there and there was a campfire burning. Something wrapped in seaweed was being cooked on the fire. It was a large lobster. They had already eaten a few and the shells were scattered around. Ellen had never had a proper meal since she had been on the run. There was almost no meat to be found in places where monsters were rampant. She hesitated to eat, but Reinhardt told her to eat. He seemed indifferent and nonchalant about it. Ellen couldn't help but feel like this wasn't right. Reinhardt frowned at Ellen, who couldn't approach or move away. "Don't tire yourself out, just eat it."

"Okay... I'll eat it..."

Ellen approached the fire pit, afraid of seeing Reinhardt angry. She couldn't help but notice that the lobster was caught by Reinhardt himself. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious, but she felt somewhat energized. Reinhardt said nothing. Ellen took the lobster claw and separated the tail. It was quite hot to the touch, but she didn't care. She felt a little pathetic, not sad or desperate, but unable to escape. She heard words of resentment that made her want to die. Reinhardt's silence made her feel like she was going crazy. She had fainted after hitting him with a tree branch and now she was trying to eat the lobster with her bare hands. She looked like a mess and had to eat in front of the person she least wanted to see her like this. But since Reinhardt had prepared it, she couldn't refuse to eat it. It wasn't a big mistake compared to what she had done before, but not eating it would also be a mistake. She was so hungry that her tongue hurt. It wasn't a sad or painful situation, but it was so embarrassing that she wanted to die. Reinhardt asked why she was sorry for such a small thing. Ellen couldn't say anything. She felt embarrassed and couldn't eat it. In the end, Ellen couldn't resist Reinhardt's urging and ate the lobster. As she took a bite, various thoughts came to her mind. It was so delicious that her tongue felt like it was melting. It was so sweet, even though there was no sugar in it. She felt like she was losing her mind with the sweet taste. She wanted to stuff it all in her mouth, but it was too embarrassing. However, the juice that squirted out when she bit into it made her look like a mess, no matter how pretty she wanted to eat it. "And the thought of wanting to eat it beautifully is the most pathetic thing. Ellen, with one bite in her mouth, looks around with her eyes wide open, unable to do this or that, afraid of Reinhardt's anger as she approaches the fire pit where he has prepared a lobster for her. With a sullen expression, Reinhardt opens his mouth. 'You're in no position to do anything, even worse than a stray dog, when you staked out the Kernstadt territory without properly washing up. Why don't you just eat comfortably?' Ellen feels embarrassed and vulnerable in front of him. Despite trying to eat as quietly as possible, juice squirts out and makes her look like a mess, but she enjoys the lobster and feels energized. Reinhardt asks why she's sorry for such a small thing, but Ellen can't say anything." Translation: After leaving those words, Reinhardt left the mansion. When I opened the mansion door, I realized that Reinhardt was already gone. It felt like I was possessed by a ghost. What is this mansion? I couldn't even tell if it was the same place we came to during the deserted island mission. I don't know what Reinhardt wants. The only important thing is that I'm already caught. I can't escape. "Ah......" That's what it was. Ellen realizes. This is a deserted island. You can't swim from an unknown place like this to the mainland. Even if you make a raft or something like that without knowing anything about navigation, it's a suicidal act to believe in it and go to the sea. A place where you can't escape. This is a prison. Knowing that Ellen can't escape, Reinhardt left. "That's......right......" Ellen realizes that she is trapped in perhaps the largest prison in the world. Physical bars can be broken by Ellen. But she can't do anything about the sea, that huge natural barrier. A deserted island prison. There is no better prison to confine Ellen and make her give up. Ellen carefully looks around the mansion. It seemed to be designed to live alone. There were even magic tools that Ellen had never seen before, explaining that it was not roughly built. Is this okay? It doesn't seem like it. But the thought that she can't escape erases all of Ellen's other thoughts. Maybe he thought this too. He expected her to give up. Just like he knew that Ellen would try to escape like last time someday. So why was this place prepared? Regardless of who designed this place, Ellen heads to the bathroom, resigned to the designer's intentions. Clothes to change into were already prepared. Ellen washes her body with hot water. Carefully. With the momentum to even wash every strand of hair. It wasn't over even after washing for a long time. She fills the bathtub with water and immerses her body in it. "......" She wanted to rest. She hadn't properly rested for years. So she was caught up in a strange dilemma of whether she could feel this excessive feeling. She sinks her body into the bathtub like sinking. She couldn't figure out what was happening. Is it okay for everything to flow like this? She couldn't come to any conclusion. However. It was too warm, so warm. It's a prison. I'm sorry and miserable for receiving such a warm place. "......sob." Ellen cried again.