his eyes were not smiling.

“I’m sorry.”

Sally lowered her head, dropping her gaze like a gentle sheep.
She was such a docile sheep that she seemed to have to live like that until the headquarters gave an order to evacuate.

Though she was suddenly startled when his thumb, buried in her bloomer, stroked the inside of her thigh once.

Was he going to attack her again? He was a human being who threatened to use illegal weapon possession more as an excuse.
No, he was a human being who started attacking her without any excuse.

When she opened her eyes slightly and peered into his eyes, Winston’s gaze was fixed on the revolver.
Soon, his five fingers slipped out of her bare skin, leaving a brisk fiery trail in her stockings.

However, it was too early to be relieved.

Winston peered into every nook and cranny of the revolver.
He opened the revolver’s magazine, pulled out the bullet, checked it, and found that the serial number that was supposed to be engraved between the magazine and the barrel had been erased, and he grinned.

Sally’s heart beat faster.

“Have you ever shot it?”

She had used firearms countless times, so there was no way she didn’t know.
That revolver was a well-maintained item.
If she said she never shot it or that her fiancé gave it to her, so she only had it, he would immediately know it was a lie.

“A couple of times… Having fun with cans…”

“And?”

“I met a robber in town a month ago…”

“Did you get him right?”

“Yeah…”

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Winston burst into a burst of excited laughter and then asked.

“What about me?”

“…Yes?”

“Did you try to shoot me?”

Sally stared into his eyes, which flashed with cruel playfulness, and then nodded slowly and resolutely.
Regardless, if she said no, he would know it was a lie.

“Ha…”

Winston burst into laughter again, but it was different from the laughter he had just had before.
Laughing and biting his lower lip, she could vaguely feel a look of embarrassment at being caught off guard.

“Me? How funny.”

Snap, the magazine is closed.
There was still a slight embarrassment in the words he uttered in a comical tone.

“If you shoot, you die.”

“…Yes.”

“I have no intention of killing you.”

Sally struggled to compose her grim look.

Although he was trying to scare her, he was also trying to give her life.
Should she say thank you? She had tried to kill her master, so did he want her to apologize…?

“I’m having fun, don’t you think it’s fun?”

The corners of Winston’s eyes and lips drooped down.
Anyone who didn’t know what the other person was doing would have thought that this sullen puppy-like expression would suit his well-groomed face.

He didn’t ask for an answer anyway, so Sally kept her mouth shut and stared at him.
She was just busy looking for a way to get out with her breath intact.

“I think it would be fun to stir with this.”

He raised the revolver’s muzzle up and swung it through the air.

“It’s too small.
Well, you’re small, too.”

The meaningless words continued, yet her intuition shouted that he was going to do something dangerous.

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“Captain…”

Sally sniffed, clutching her two hands so that her wrinkled apron crumpled even more.
She had to put up with anything, even if it was an unreasonable number.
Immediately, her tears dripped down the back of her pure white hand.

“Are you crying again?”

There was a hint of tiredness in Winston’s voice.

“Am I getting kicked out now?”

The moment she deliberately distorted her face and raised her head, Winston wrinkled his brow.
His hand, holding his muzzle up, gradually tilted to the floor.

It worked.

Her mother said so.
Tears tactic wouldn’t work if she used it too often.
However, it depends on how she defines the definition of ‘work.’

“Please, don’t, sniff—kick me, out.”

As he was wiping her tears with her sleeve, Sally peered to see that the front of Winston’s trousers was sinking.
Seeing that, he sobbed and cried even more.

“Caaptaainn, huuuck…”

It was not fun.

Leon looked at the woman crying like a child with cold eyes and let out a sigh of anger.
She was acting like a child, so neither her disheveled clothes nor her legs dangling helplessly from the end of the desk looked strange.

She had to bite him till the end.

A cornered mouse was only fun when it tried to bite the cat.
Losing her courage completely and squeaking was just a drag.
He’d rather have her try to kill him when he said he was going to kill her.

The atmosphere cooled down as time was wasted with the teasing.

“Go.”

At the blunt command, the woman lifted her face buried in her sleeve.

Rounded eyes, red-tinted shades, and nostrils twitching from sniffling… It was like a mouse that seized the opportunity.

‘Go for it.
Run away from me.’

Leon smacked his lips quietly like a cat just before it attacked its prey.

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