Without another word, the Grand Duke knelt on the rug and bowed his head.
The Saintess stepped behind him, gripping the whip with both hands.
Crack!
The loud sound echoed through the room.
Primrose flinched, thinking that the Saintess had just whipped the Grand Duke. But a second later, she realized the whip had never touched him. Instead, it struck the Saintess across her own back.
A thin line of blood instantly soaked into the white fabric of her robe.
Primrose's eyes widened in horror because she had never expected the Saintess to whip herself like this.
Although the Saintess didn't show even the slightest change in her expression, Primrose could still feel the burning pain spreading across her back.
It was so painful that she wanted to cry, but she couldn't.
In the end, she wasn't in control of this body, so she could only watch and endure every pain.
