<span style="color: #4d4dff">"That man is a government employee, all you did was just take more money from the civilians to restock his farm. He's a corrupt piece of shit, but he doesn't hurt people, he just lines his chests with as much wealth as he can." </span>Emily flinched away from Ashia, her face covered in deep cuts and stained in blood.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Ashia, I can't let my servants start trouble without being disciplined. And the wounds are superficial. I still love my girls, and they know I punish them because I care. But I understand, next time I'll be sure to have them clean before calling you. But ideally there won't be a next time." </span>She smiled to Ashia and snuggled back down into her bedding.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"You girls behave... No more trouble... Or I'll have to make sure there's no more trouble."</span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"Y-yes, Mistress..." </span>Emily bowed her head and quickly followed Ashia out of the room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>