The Trap of Alanic Foundation (3)

"Can't you even manage this small thing by yourself, Master?"

Celestina, who appeared out of nowhere, proudly lifted her chin and complained. She then noticed Edward's gaze fall on her and she immediately frowned.

"Lowly creature! Who allows you to look up!"

Pa!!

"Ahhhhhh!"

Along with crisp slapping sound, Edward screamed fiercely. He shook his head and looked down. There was a trace of a long, bloody, whip wound on his face. A whip suddenly appeared in Celestina's hand out of nowhere.

"But doesn't it seems like you are more skilled in doing this kind of thing?"

Rhode crossed his arms as he coldly watched this scene. Celestina only snorted in disdain.

"Even so, there's no need to bother this noble lady just to handle this low-class b*stard. It will only dirty my hand. But… since it's Master's order, I can't help but agree to it. I hope next time you can consider the situation first before summoning me, Master."