Whitlow, whipped again for no apparent reason, finally broke.
'Just ask me! Haven't I told you everything?! And you're still whipping me! *Sob*...'
Whitlow had thought he could endure it, but he found that each lash hurt more than the last. The pain was especially excruciating when the whip landed on his already broken skin, making him wish he could just die on the spot.
When asked why he had traveled all the way from the western part of the empire to the east, Whitlow's voice trembled even more.
He confessed that he was escaping family debts, hoping he could stage a comeback by becoming a Pioneer Noble in the east.
"Debts? Aren't you nobles from the west supposed to be rich? I've heard that even the King's wife is envious of the jewelry owned by a Countess from the coastal regions."
Whitlow remained silent. It was obviously a jab at his family's poverty.
