章節 65: Lance’s Back Looks Like a Chopping Board

"It's the Pegs of Lashes, a rare torture device I'd developed under the Council's request."

First of all, the pegs referred to the three poles in front of Lance Hua. Those three poles stood between them and him, as tall as Chiaki's waist.

On the left pole from Chiaki's view or Lance Hua's right pole, three rings of different diameters were stacked on each other. The rings were made of iron, its rust gleaming under the bright light of the cell.

That was the game she played during the mini-game, alright? But dread started creeping up Chiaki's spine as she tried to connect her knowledge of the gameplay with the actual situation of imprisonment.

She tried to rationalise the setting, turning her head to ask Azure Ao, who said nothing in the time being, allowing Chiaki to simmer in her budding up fear.

"Was this designed by you?"

Azure Ao nodded, still evading her gaze. He looked straight to Lance Hua, whose eyes were still closed.