C349 A Play Has to be Played like This

Under my anticipating gaze, the frontmost lackey came up to One-eyed. With a whip in his hand, he turned to me and said in a low voice, "Your little brother's wounds were caused by this whip. I'll use this whip to hit him now.

My eyes lit up and the corner of my mouth lifted into a smile. I extended a hand, indicating that he could begin.

"Big brother, I'm sorry."

He exhaled