Bleulle City
Slap!
Bang!
A beautiful woman was thrown smack to the floor. This slap was very heavy and, despite her high level, the side of her face turned red.
Her sight saw blots of dark and light, making her feel even dizzier. If a level 10 woman were hit by this slap instead, she'd have lost her head.
She also tasted a bit of rust and knew her mouth was bleeding somewhere. She gulped it down and tried to gather herself without showing too much weakness.
Octavia shakily raised her head, looking up at the man who slapped her.
"Say that again," Bleumrick said, as if daring her to do so. Octavia bit her lips, eyes teary as she looked helplessly at the old man.
"Father…"
Even if Octavia had pride and was strong, she was only a woman of this world in the end. She had been raised to follow whatever the men in the family would say. Now, it was her father, next it was her husband.
And her future husband… was one of the most disgusting men she had seen.
