Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

Whip! Whip!

"Haa..."

"It seems like you won't give up, huh? That is quite a lot of loyalty you got there."

With her wrists tied up with mithrill chains that were hanging from the ceiling of the interrogation room, Melville let gravity pull her torn body, but the chains prevented her knees from reaching the floor.

It had been an hour or so since Rubina and I started squeezing out updated information from Melville. But she was quite tough and would not be swayed by my offers, so we resorted to doing it with force by having her mother flog her.

But lashing a legendary weapon at her extremely fragile body could be lethal to her. For her to at least sustain the pain and damage, I changed the limitations of the collar and tuned her level to fifty, a strength that would not even put a dent in us.

She had been flogged by Rubina for some time, and the slit marks of the whip were prevalent all over her body. Her porcelain white skin had been tainted with her own blood along with her torn muscles.

Not only was her tolerance to pain removed, but I also increased her sensitivity by folds, making her feel more pain than her body actually received. But in spite of that, she remained unbothered and refused to give up while wearing a smile most of the time.

It would be easier for us if I just used Lust and ordered her to spill the beans, but it would be my last choice as I did not quite like controlling people. It felt like I was fooling myself, pretending that they were my real companions.

By the way, even though Rubina's Demonic Whip of Asmodeus's ability, Subjugation, was also a power that controlled people, it would not work on Rubina as the whip could not dominate individuals with Ultra Skills, regardless if they were sealed or disabled.

"I know that Melville was devoted to her father, but I did not think that she was this loyal to him to the point of choosing death over betrayal," Rubina uttered before she glanced at me. "This is getting hard and our efforts are becoming futile. What should we do, Master?"

"Are all his children always like this?"

"From what I remember, they all seem to have loyalty to him to certain extents. Some thought that they should follow him as they recognize his strength and the fact that they are his children. But I think Melville is the most devoted among them all."

"Hmm... If she was this stubborn, then I have no choice but to use that skill."

"What are you talking about..." Melville struggled to smile as she caught her breath. "If you are thinking of the effect of that woman's whip, I am sorry, but it won't work on me."

"Jokes on you; I am not talking about that."

"Don't compare my weapon's mere ability to his, Melville," Rubina seconded. "He is more capable and powerful than you think."

"Ho? Is that the skill that makes a puppy out of you and become thirsty for his attention?"

"What are you talking about? My whole devotion is to Master Raphael the whole time."

"I see. It seems to affect your physiology entirely to the point of disregarding Father's eminence. Is that really that potent? Or are you just too weak-willed to fall for his tricks?"

"...It doesn't matter. You should be grateful that Master has given you some time to worship your father for the last time before completely forgetting about him."

"As if I would fall for the likes of him!"

"..."

With her arms crossed, Rubina seemed to be offended, and veins popped up on her temples when Melville regarded me lowly. She might be smiling, but her eyes were telling me that she was about to murder someone.

"Master, I love it if you preach this daughter of mine how gracious Master is."

"I will do it, Rubina. But before that, I have a question for you."

"What is it, Master?"

"Do you have anything to say to Melville while she is still in her true self?" If you have, I would give you two a moment to bid farewell."

"Well, to be honest, I do have some questions about the things that I missed in the past seventeen or eighteen years. If Master allowed me, then I would gladly take this opportunity."

"Alright, take your time."

Rubina and I nodded to one another before I stepped back to give the mother and daughter some space. This would be the last moment for Melville to have her free will, so I would like Rubina, even though she was actually under my control, to interact with her real daughter one last time.

"Even though you don't want to disclose the organization's latest plans, there are some personal things I wanted to know. This is my personal request; I want you to tell me how that boy is doing."

"Oh, you mean your youngest child and my younger brother, Kolben?"

"Who else? He was still a child when I last saw him, so I would like to have an update on him."

"Why would I tell you anything about him? That would be leaking information. He, and all of us, are basically doing our parts of Father's ambition. The last thing I would do is to ruin it."

"I see," Rubina said before looking at me with her eyes, which had a faint trace of denial on them. "I think that would suffice. You can do whatever you want to do to her, Master."

"Very well, do you have any last words for your mother, Melville?"

I looked at her and gave her one last chance to say goodbye. They were mother and daughter, an unbreakable bond, so the two of them should not be harboring hatred for each other until the final second.

"Hmph. If there is anything else I have to say, I think you fulfilled the role of delivering me to this world, I guess? Well, anyway, you are nothing but one of my Father's breeding tools. Don't think high of yourself just because you got tricked and put an illusion in your stupid mind that someone is better than Father."

"She is clearly disrespecting you, Master. Make her yours already."

"Sigh. They say that a mother knows best. But okay, I will do it now."

When I placed my hand on Melville's head, her fate had been sealed, and she had become one of my most powerful assets.