Naughty Swords

"So, she is the one?" Jack looked through a window into a small, dimly lit room.

A woman in a servant outfit was there, tied to a chair, looking frightened.

"That's right, master." Sebastian said with his arms crossed. "She hadn't spoken the truth yet."

"I'll handle it." Jack opened the door, stepping into the room.

After seeing the man with the walking cane enter the room, the servant raised her head, showing her teary eyes.

"M-master." She whispered, her voice trembling.

"Sebastian, untie her." Jack sighed. "We are not thugs. She is a lady, after all."

"Very well, master." Sebastian pulled out the knife, frightening the servant, but then he carefully cut the ropes binding her wrists.

Jack dragged a chair closer to the servant and took a seat in front of her, leaning forward with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Sebastian, give us a moment."

Sebastian nodded and walked away, leaving Jack alone with the servant.