Wrong, everything is wrong.

This is not a gambling between players, but an unfair game between players and the dealer.

King Carkar will not cooperate with Cyclone just because of a Tiny bait.

In King Carkar's eyes, Cyclone is just a pawn that can be used conveniently.

When this pawn does not cooperate, violence is used to control, until the pawn walks the path King Carkar desires.

Skin splitting, at this moment, can only be described with this adjective for my back.

With every lash, at the moment the whip cuts through the skin, it feels like my life is forcibly taken away by an external force.

Each lash, each one, makes Cyclone feel unbearably painful.

With each lash, the pain spreads throughout the body.

Locked in, as the pain travels through the body, the instinctive resistance makes the body struggle under the cold tools.

Cyclone dares not imagine what kind of existence his back has become.

Besides endless pain, Cyclone is just wondering why he ended up here?

While this method gives Cyclone a chance to quickly reach King Carkar, the cost exceeds Cyclone's imagination.

Tears keep streaming down, and the whipping almost makes Cyclone lose consciousness.

Oh...

This is a trade, a trade for freedom.

Is it really?

If Cyclone takes his wives and leaves this continent, doesn't that solve all the problems?

Perhaps in Cyclone's mind, he still thinks of himself as a hero capable of creating miracles.

And it's this innocence that made the leader of the Water Shrine seek him out.

After who knows how many lashes, Cyclone finally couldn't bear it.

With each painful lash, Cyclone let out screams he had never made before.

Hearing Cyclone's anguished cries, the giant whipping him showed a delighted smile.

A splash of saltwater pours down, instantly heating up the whipped back.

The body, supposed to be numb, is reactivated by the saltwater, and the pain erupts throughout the body in an instant.

Hands and feet struggle desperately, but locked in place, Cyclone can't break free.

"What does the note say?" King Carkar asks, adding a sugar cube to his teacup.

An answer is needed, but what answer will allow Cyclone to survive?

While Cyclone ponders, King Carkar says, "Continue~"

"Wa-wait, noooo!!!"

Ignoring Cyclone's words, the giant follows through with the command to whip.

One lash almost makes Cyclone faint.

Looking at him with cold eyes, Cyclone loses consciousness.

If it were just that, it might have been a relief for Cyclone.

However, another splash of saltwater comes down.

Awakened by the intense stimulus, the struggles even tear at the points where his hands and feet are bound.

The cave fills with screams of hell, and a momentary pause comes in this nightmare.

This time, King Carkar sets down his teacup, once again speaking enthusiastically.

"What do you have to say?"

No question is asked, leaving Cyclone to bring up a topic.

But this time, Cyclone can no longer think.

Even though he knows he must say something to survive, the pain has taken over his body, and fear has become the only sensation.

In that moment, Cyclone finally understands.

To make others speak the truth, torture indeed seems to be the ideal method.

Interrupting all thoughts of lies, just to hear the next sentence of truth.

"I... I know the leader's secret..."

"Oh~"

*Cough*!

Cyclone spits out blood, tears and snot mixing on the ground.

When the three combine, the giant presses Cyclone down with one hand.

Attack the body with pain, assault the mind with disgust.

Crossing his feet, Tiny's little girl, King Carkar looks down at Cyclone on the ground.

"So, what is the secret you speak of?"