"Chief, what's Soft Torture?"
Zat, who always asked about things he didn't understand, was the first to raise his hand.
"Ahem." The Lord coughed twice, his gaze falling upon the equally curious Divine Maiden. "Miss Masha, the topic we're about to discuss is only fit for us brutes. It would be best for a lady like yourself to excuse herself."
"Guards, take Miss Masha to the fire to warm up. We wouldn't want you to fall ill in this freezing weather," the Lord said, waving over two Beastman Guards.
Although she wanted to point out that as an Ice and Snow Mage, she wasn't afraid of the cold, Masha found herself being stared down by two hulking brutes whose arms were as thick as her waist. She obediently followed the two Beastman Guards to a newly lit bonfire not far away and sat down.
After escorting her there, the two Beastman Guards scurried back, afraid of missing a single word of their chief's teachings.
