As if she understood what Carlisle’s gaze meant, Sherry gritted her teeth and blushed as she tried to prove her innocence. “Sherry isn’t lewd! These are just, just study materials! It’d be awful if I ever ran into something like this and didn’t know what to do!”

“Study materials? Then I’ll take a look.”

“No!!”

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Aren’t they study materials? Or are you the only one allowed to study?” Seeing the girl suddenly get worked up, Carlisle couldn’t help laughing.

He loved teasing Witch Sherry. The thrill of getting revenge on someone who’d once kicked him around was hard to resist.

The Knights of the Round Table might have “knights” in their name, but they weren’t the sort of old-fashioned knights who rigidly followed a code of chivalry. They’d use any means necessary to contain the bizarre, so they could hardly be called noble.

Sherry had no idea what he was thinking. All she knew was that Carlisle absolutely couldn’t be allowed to see what was inside the Recording Orb.

If he saw it, she had no idea what terrible fate might await her.

If her backside got punished again, she might really be unable to walk…

She regretted it. She really regretted it.

If she could go back in time, after tidying up the Recording Orb, she’d put it in her room… No, she’d bury it beneath the dirt in her courtyard!

Carlisle might still find it if she left it in her room, but he’d never find it if she buried it!

At least then she wouldn’t have been caught red-handed like this.

The only way to stop Carlisle from watching the Recording Orb was to convince him that it contained nothing but boring, lewd footage. And if that wasn’t enough, she could try to distract him with her charms and keep his attention on her.

Besides, he couldn’t act on impulse anyway. He couldn’t do anything to her.

With a soft sigh, Sherry fluttered her long lashes and parted her lips. “Um… Big Brother Carlisle doesn’t need to study. If you want, you can, you can let Sherry… help teach you~”

She paused for a moment, her petite and nimble tongue darting out to lick her lips, as a faint pink heart appeared in her cherry-pink pupils.

“Sherry can teach you herself~”

Her long hair trailed down to the floor on one side. Her delicate ears were faintly red, and her lovely face wore an affectionate expression.

If the person facing her had been a normal young man instead of Carlisle, he’d probably be bent over, trying to hide how flustered he was.

Sherry had always believed that only men truly understood other men.

She had to admit, her attempt was working. Carlisle still wasn’t entirely swayed, but he swallowed instinctively, and the thought of giving in to her briefly crossed his mind.

But the moment he remembered she was a Witch, that dangerous thought vanished.

“And then you’d take the chance to knock me out with poison?”

Carlisle gave a few cold laughs. He wasn’t falling for her charms.

Sherry might have lost all her potions, but he still couldn’t be sure she posed no threat. A Witch’s methods were usually mysterious and unpredictable. In all his years as a Knight of the Round Table, only a Witch had ever managed to get the better of him.

When dealing with a Witch, he had to be twelve times as careful.

“Oh, come on, Big Brother. Is Sherry really that bad?”

The girl in front of him was still batting her eyelashes, but Carlisle had lost interest in playing along. He casually picked up a Recording Orb from the ground and gave her an exaggerated, triumphant grin.

“You know, the more you don’t want me to look, the more I want to.” He stepped closer, bent down, and held the Recording Orb in front of her.

Without any power flowing into it, the surface of the Recording Orb was as smooth as a mirror. It clearly reflected Sherry’s frightened, uneasy face.

“Seeing you suffer will make me very happy.”

“No, please!!”

The girl’s shriek widened Carlisle’s grin. As she watched him with anxious eyes, he used a spell to activate the Recording Orb.

Violet light appeared inside the orb, and despair washed over Sherry. She closed her eyes, ready to accept the grim reality.

Seeing her like that made Carlisle even happier. He hadn’t really wanted to watch anything lewd; he’d only wanted to mess with Sherry.

Who wouldn’t enjoy seeing such a mean-spirited Witch get knocked down a peg?

With that thought in mind, he looked into the Recording Orb.

What appeared before him was a disturbing scene: a man in ill-fitting clothes had the Saintess pinned down.

The footage showed the man forcing himself on the Saintess as she weakly resisted, tears in her eyes. He even wore an innocent, utterly punchable expression.

He looked like a scumbag who’d violated an innocent girl and felt no remorse.

The footage soon cut off deliberately. When it resumed, the Saintess was covering her face and sobbing softly. Her once-neat white robes were disheveled, making it clear that the man had assaulted her.

That was where the Recording Orb’s footage ended—and Carlisle’s grin vanished.

He said nothing. Instead, he silently picked up another Recording Orb from the ground and watched it.

The same footage. The same silence. But this time, his anger burned even hotter.

Carlisle felt as if his whole body were on fire. The strange fury made his teeth grind, and his hands clenched into fists.

Others could use him if they wanted, but they absolutely could not use the woman he loved, Liya!

“Where did you get this?” He turned to glare at the girl, whose eyes were shut tight. He squeezed the orb slightly, and cracks spread across its surface with a sharp snap.

Her hands were bound behind her back, fingers tightly intertwined. Sherry opened her eyes, looking much more obedient now.

“I used a few, a few little tricks…”

If Sherry didn’t behave while Carlisle was burning with rage, her fate would be truly miserable.

There was no escaping another beating. All she could do now was hope he’d show mercy and go easy on her.

“Did you spread it anywhere?”

“No.”

Carlisle didn’t ask how she’d gotten the footage. There was no point; a Witch’s methods were beyond his imagination.

The only way to make sure Sherry wouldn’t dare do this again was to teach her a painful lesson.

The girl understood what was coming next. She curled up before he’d even touched her, her eyes reddening again and making it hard to bring himself to punish her.

“C-could you go easy on me? I really can’t take much more…” She tried to appeal to Carlisle’s better nature with a meek, pitiful plea, hoping he’d soften his touch when dealing with someone so fragile.

“What do you think?”

Carlisle wasn’t falling for it.

He grabbed the girl again and began punishing her with a series of heavy slaps…