You like them pure.

Arthur descended gracefully to the ground, his gaze unwaveringly fixed upon Kiki. She writhed on the cold, unforgiving floor, a pool of blood seeping from her severed hand. Ella knelt beside her, paralyzed by terror, her wide eyes reflecting the grim tableau.

Sina stood off to the side, her gaze locked onto Kiki's torment with an unsettling detachment, as if the pain were a mere spectacle to her.

With deliberate steps, Arthur's feet made contact with the earth, his presence commanding attention.

"Now tell me," he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of both authority and curiosity, "are you now regretting your actions?" His eyes remained locked on Kiki, his question hanging heavy in the charged air.

"Arrgh!" Kiki's anguished cry filled the air, tears streaming down her cheeks as she battled against the searing pain. "Y…you'll pay for this," she managed to choke out amidst the agony, her determination shining through, "wait… wait until everyone finds out what kind of monster you are!"

Arthur, caught slightly off guard by her fierce response, let out an exasperated sigh, his hand lowering from his face. His voice was gentle yet tinged with frustration. "I asked for loyal women, you stubborn goddess," he murmured.

His palm fell away, revealing his features once more, his tone becoming measured and deliberate. "Calling me a monster is a bit of a stretch, don't you think?" he mused, his gaze piercing, his next words laden with a promise, "I'm merely disposing of used goods, I haven't even begun with you".

Despite the waves of pain still coursing through her, Kiki mustered a defiant grin and locked her gaze onto him. "No one will buy your story if I scream right now and claim rape attack… no Eldoria woman has raped an outsider in over 15 years. They'll rally behind me," she asserted with gritted determination, "you're just a man, nothing more."

"Interesting," Arthur remarked, intrigued by her words. He closed the distance between them, his movements deliberate, and knelt beside her. His eyes held hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Unexpectedly, he seized a fistful of her hair, and with a swift, brutal motion, he forced her face onto the ground.

The impact split the air with a sickening thud, a spray of blood marking the point of contact. Her eyes swam with disorientation, the pain nearly unbearable.

Before she could even gasp for breath, Arthur repeated the motion, each collision driving her face into the ground with merciless force.

A trail of blood marred her skin, the wounds blossoming like grotesque flowers. The onslaught continued without relent, leaving her battered, breathless, and broken.

Blood masked her features, her breath ragged as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, her surroundings a blur of confusion.

Ella's heart pounded in her chest as she witnessed the brutality before her. Instinct kicked in, and she turned to flee, her legs propelling her forward in a desperate sprint.

Panic drove her voice to a frenzied pitch as she screamed, the words a desperate plea, "Lady Asarth! Lady Luna! Help! Someone, please help!"

But her escape was short-lived. Swift, agile tendrils shot out, wrapping around her body with alarming strength. They yanked her off her feet and slammed her onto the ground with a bone-jarring thud.

The impact reverberated through her, leaving her stunned and breathless. She realized, however, that the strings weren't holding her down, granting her a small window of hope amidst the chaos.

The tendrils skillfully entwined around Ella's form, elevating her bosom and splaying her legs, leaving her vulnerability exposed for all to witness.

"Running won't do you any good, Ella," Sina's voice resonated from her unmoving stance, her fingers extending the weaving tendrils that snaked around Ella's body, binding her inescapably.

"Your cries will go unanswered, my master already set up a barrier around mustat, nothing you do now can prove effective," Sina's words were remorseless, her control over the strings absolute. Despite Ella's struggles, the threads inexorably drew her closer, a web of restraint that defied resistance.

Arthur, still gripping Kiki's hair tightly, his voice carrying a tinge of regret, said, "If you had just kept to yourself, none of this would have happened. But you get it, right?" His words held a certain weight, "I can't have a non virgin in my harem, especially from this village. I have no choice but to end your life... It's unfortunate... yet necessary."

"I…I." Kiki's voice was a faint murmur, her swollen face rendering her words unintelligible.

Pausing, Arthur's gaze lingered on her battered form, a fleeting exhale escaping his lips. With a sudden forceful motion, he drove her head down onto the ground. The impact was brutal, blood spraying across his face as Kiki's skull crumpled upon itself.

Arthur rose gradually from the earth, his attention shifting to Ella, who had been released from the constricting binds and was now crouched on the ground, quivering with trepidation as she observed.

Completing his rotation, he directed his gaze squarely at Ella, their gazes converging. In contrast to his composed demeanor, her eyes were brimming with intense fear, her face a canvas for her profound terror.

"Stand up," Arthur ordered.

Without hesitation, Ella ascended to a standing position, her entire form trembling visibly. Her eyes briefly caught the sight of her friend's lifeless figure sprawled across the ground, a heart-wrenching tableau that further fueled her trembling unease.

He advanced towards her at a deliberate pace, the crimson droplets from his blood-splattered countenance creating a macabre trail on the ground. Yet, as he drew closer to her, an interruption surfaced within his consciousness.

{Aimon here… new quest… I recommend you consider this, as it promises substantial advancement.}

<< 1 - Comfort her and help allay her fears [4000 E points].

2 - Employ your mind control to make her loyal to just you [6000 E points].

3 - Break her virginity [50 E points].

4 - Kill her [- 10 points].

Abruptly, Arthur ceased his forward movement, his stare intensifying as he engaged with the system, 'What's the reason for not considering the option to eliminate her? I have no interest in a maiden who's been defiled.'

{Aimon understands, yet Aimon also knows that this maiden has refrained from engaging with anyone intimately. She retains her purity. Aimon is aware of your preference for purity}.