Yrniel.
"Nawdren, cut the fingers of your right hand."
Suddenly, Riona ordered with an expressionless look on her face.
"What? Why!?" Nawdren questioned back.
Of course, he wasn't willing to do something like this, however, suddenly, a Golden Colored Chain wrapped around Nawdren's neck.
The moment his eyes fell on those chains, Nawdren's eyes widened in horror.
He quickly grabbed a sword and,
"Ugghhhh!!!"
Groaned in pain as he cut off all the fingers of his right hand.
"You…"
He glared at Riona, hatred, and anger clear in his eyes which were red. His right hand was trembling, and his face was red, clearly, he was in immense pain.
If it was a normal situation, he would have killed this bitch standing right in front of him, however…
He could not do that…
He could only swallow his anger back and clench his fist in frustration.
"Why did you order me to do it…?"
However, Nawdren still couldn't hold himself back from asking the reason.