After a long time, Ray arrived at the captured women's dwelling. They were all tentative, their eyes clouded with confusion and fear.
As a handsome man entered the room, their anxiety heightened, and their heart rates increased.
One of the more courageous women swallowed hard, mustering all her courage to speak:
"What is it that you need from us, milord?"
Ray looked at her and smiled sunnily.
"Nothing. I don't need anything from you, or any of you."
"Eh?"
The woman wanted to curse, thinking, 'If you don't want anything from us, why did you capture us?' But she didn't dare voice her thoughts. Instead, she looked downtrodden, making any man who saw her feel pity.
Ray just smiled meaningfully as he looked up at her.
"You are all so beautiful. It's a pity that you were born in such poor circumstances, with no one to appreciate your beauty. That's why I captured you—to admire it. Don't worry, I won't do anything against you as long as you don't want it."
