“Hey Sirius, be gentle with her.”
“Of course.”
“You suuure? Make sure you start with kissing before yo—ouch, ouch, not the faaace!”
I punished Noel with another “Iron Claw,” then brought Emilia to my room and told her to undress.
Emilia was left in her underwear, and she blushed while avoiding my eyes.
“Now lie down on the bed, please.”
“Okay.”
This would surely look very shady if anyone was watching us, but I was simply healing the scars left over from her time as a slave. Her body was still covered in them, so I was using my healing ability to cure them. The reason my skills could thoroughly heal injuries and remove scars was fairly simple—when tissue is damaged, new cells normally rush to close the wound. What I was doing was dismantling the mana around the wound or scar, then cr
