When you’re under someone else’s roof, you have to keep your head down. Her poor butt had just taken a beating, and another brutal round really might break it.

There was nothing she could do to stop Carlisle from looking through her ring. She lay on her side, looking for all the world like a resigned salted fish, while frantically trying to figure out how to explain everything inside it.

The missing necklace, the Saintess’s robes, the Recording Orb that captured his crime of assaulting her…

“Sherry.”

A cold call dragged her out of her thoughts. Carlisle stood there with an icy expression, holding the ring that belonged to him.

Sherry’s heart gave a lurch. She hurriedly welled up with tears and whimpered, “You’re so mean, big brother. What are you going to do to Sherry? Was punishing me just now not enough?”

Even as a Witch, Sherry was stunningly beautiful. Whether she smiled or cried, she could instantly win over a crowd of men—especially when she begged so desperately through her tears.

If the man in front of her weren’t Carlisle, she was sure her tactics would’ve had him untying her and turning into her devoted lapdog by now.

Could Carlisle really be so cold-hearted, even with the potion temporarily taking away his manly abilities?!

Or… maybe he wasn’t a man at all.

After all, he’d never taken off his pants and shown her!

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. She gave Carlisle a very strange look.

She absolutely refused to believe her charm couldn’t sway this young man at all!

“Wasn’t there something missing from my ring?” Carlisle tossed it into the air like a coin. Beneath his friendly smile, a row of white teeth was just barely visible.

To Sherry, the two human canines in his mouth looked long and terrifying, just like a vampire’s. If she said the wrong thing, he’d pounce on her and drain every last drop of blood from her body.

“M-Missing?” She was so scared her lips were trembling a little, so she decided to play dumb.

“Mm-hm.”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Heh. You don’t know? Have you seen my necklace?”

“What necklace? I haven’t seen it. You must’ve remembered wrong, big brother.”

“Is that so?” Carlisle’s gaze slid from the girl’s cheeks, down over the curves beneath her black dress, and finally stopped at her pert backside.

“I-I did! I remembered wrong!” Sherry gritted her teeth and tried to smooth the skirt over her butt with her hands, bound behind her back.

Threatening to spank her was just too despicable! She prayed he’d never fall into her hands. If he did, she’d make him find out what it felt like to have his butt spanked raw!

And next time, she’d strip him completely. She wouldn’t even leave him his underwear!

“Tell me. Where is it?”

“It’s inside my body.”

Sherry told him honestly, but Carlisle misunderstood her.

“Inside your body? Did you eat it?”

“Eat it?! Believe me or not, the necklace touched me, burrowed into my body, and disappeared.”

“You think I’m going to believe that nonsense?”

“…”

That was exactly what had happened, and the girl had nothing to hide. All she could do now was leave it to Carlisle to decide whether he believed her. If he didn’t, there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t just conjure a necklace out of thin air, could she?

“Are you handing over the necklace or not?”

“It really did burrow into my body!”

“Still being stubborn?”

“I’m not… Ah!”

The sound of another round of smacks rang out in the pit. This time, the girl clenched her teeth and only let out a faint, muffled whimper.

Tears welled in her eyes. She felt truly wronged. Her butt hurt, but her heart hurt even more. Being falsely accused was awful!

It was all that bastard Carlisle’s fault! She’d never forgive him! Once she escaped from him, Liya would teach him a lesson!

Sherry’s reaction was completely different from before, so Carlisle slowed the rhythm of his spanks and began to believe what she was saying.

The necklace had belonged to his mother, but he had no idea what it did. Maybe it really had burrowed into Sherry’s body?

If that was true, then Sherry’s body was where his necklace was. He’d have to keep her close.

Witches don’t have rights.

“Fine. I’ll believe you for now.” Carlisle let the girl go.

“But that’s what happened. There’s nothing to believe or not believe…” Sherry leaned against the stone wall and sobbed quietly. The pain of her butt touching the ground was nothing compared to how wronged she felt.

She hated being falsely accused more than anything!

Damn you, Carlisle!

Seeing that the girl really was crying, Carlisle softened a little and stopped questioning her. He considered himself a kind-hearted person, really. It was just that Witch Sherry’s behavior had been so outrageous that his disgust for her completely buried his kind nature.

He stopped asking about the necklace, but began looking through the other things in the girl’s ring.

Before long, he let out a quiet gasp and pulled Saintess Liya’s robes from the ring.

The white clothes flashed past Sherry’s tear-blurred vision. Her heart skipped a beat, and even her sobbing stopped.

He absolutely couldn’t find out that she was Saintess Liya. If he did, her future would be nothing but darkness!

His beloved Saintess was the Witch he hated most? She had no idea what the Knights of the Round Table would do if Carlisle went mad. She couldn’t beat him, and she might end up like the slaves owned by those filthy nobles, becoming his…

【It doesn’t matter. I only need to have your body! One day, neither the Saintess nor the Witch will be able to leave me!】

Mad with obsession, Carlisle forced the girl who had her back to him against the wall. Sweat dripped from their skin, and the only sounds filling the room were their ragged breathing and her faint, soft moans.

…The scene appeared in Sherry’s mind. Her face flushed, and a shiver of revulsion ran through her.

That was disgusting! She didn’t want that!

“Why do you have the Saintess’s robes?” Carlisle held the white robes up to his nose and sniffed them like a pervert, confirming that they smelled like Saintess Liya.

“I stole them.” The girl answered without the slightest hesitation.

He could steal a priest’s robes. So what if she was a Witch who’d gotten the better of a Knight of the Round Table and stolen a Saintess’s robes? Why would that be impossible?

Carlisle gave her a suspicious look, but didn’t say anything more.

There was no explanation for a Witch having the Saintess’s clothes except that she’d stolen them. As for the possibility that the Witch and the Saintess were the same person, that was like magic suddenly appearing in a world built on materialism. No one would believe it without seeing it with their own eyes.

“Stealing is wrong. I’ll help you return them to Liya.”

Sherry gave a hard scoff at his explanation.

He was going to take something from her and then return it to Liya, just to win some favor with her?

Getting something for nothing?

As if he’d get away with that!