Camilla sat in the corner of the cold bath, crying as her entire body was now rosy pink. Whatever that spell was, it hurt like a slap from Dalla, and she would never ask for it ever again. Even getting stabbed was less painful than having every single hair on her body pulled off all at once, in a cold bath at that.
Gamond stared at her with a smile, and the maids by Camilla's side were already a bit worried. They saw Gamond use that spell before on Ganta, and that woman didn't even flinch. Does it really hurt that much?
"See? As smooth as a baby." Gamond smiled, "Don't worry, it gets less painful each time. Or the stronger you are." She leaned back and then looked toward the showers' door. "But look, we've got company."
The door opened up, and Arad walked in looking like a moving mountain, a castle of bricks and boulders. The moment he stepped inside, the very air of the bath shifted and became a bit hotter, and one thing was clear to Camilla's eyes.
