"You don't even deserve to live."
Joyce's voice sounded so chillingly terrifying that that man gulped in fear. However, he still tried to intimidate her by shouting at her. "Do you wish to die? Just go away before I break free and kill you as well."
"Learn to read the situation." Joyce lifted her leg and kicked that man's back as hard as she could.
"Argh!" That criminal coughed in pain. He was feeling as if his lungs were ruptured because of that one single kick from Joyce.
Joyce then spoke in that sa chilling voice, "The more you talk, the more pain you get. If you have any final wish, then now is the ti to speak."
Even that unbearable pain and that threat from Joyce didn't stop that man from continuously insulting the Princess. "Why are you ddling in soone else's personal affair, you bitch? You're not even military police. Don't try to play to be one."
"ddling in soone else's personal affair? You call r*ping and attempting to murder an innocent woman your personal affair?" Joyce was utterly disgusted by that man. "How can you keep spewing such nonsense even in this situation?"
Joyce lifted her palm and spread out her fingers. She twisted her palm as if she was breaking sothing.
"Aarghhhhhh…" that man's scream echoed far and wide. His leg was twisted at an unusual angle.
"I don't need to be a military police to kill a criminal like you." Joyce gritted her teeth and twisted her palm again. This ti, she completely broke that man's leg.
"Arghhhhhh…" he scread again and shouted for help. "Help! Anyone here? This witch is trying to kill ! Help!"
However, just like how no one was around to listen to the poor woman's cries for help earlier, there was no one to listen to his pleas as well.
Joyce flipped her hand and made that man face her. Though the grasses weren't binding him anymore, that man was in no condition to get up and run away.
"You–" he was about to throw so more insults at Joyce but he suddenly stopped. His voice died down when he saw the bone-chilling expression on Joyce's face. She looked so terrifying without even trying that that man wet himself.
A subtle smirk appeared on Joyce's lips. She leaned down and grabbed that man's right hand. She looked into those terrified eyes of his and asked, "Is this the hand that you used to pierce that knife in her stomach?"
"W-What are– aaahhhhhh…" his scream echoed throughout the nearby area when Joyce snapped his arm. He was now crying like a baby because of the excruciating pain in his hand and his leg.
Joyce dropped that man's arm from her grasp and coldly said, "You are only allowed to say 'yes' or 'no'. Let's try it again." She grabbed his left hand and asked again, "Did you use this hand to gut her?"
"No!" that man instantly shouted in panic.
However, Joyce broke that hand as well and said in a monotone, "That ans you used your right hand, didn't you?"
"Yes! Yes!" He shouted in tears. "Just kill already, you witch! And eat my liver or heart or whatever it is that you are after."
Joyce scoffed in amusent. "Who told you that witches eat body parts? And even if we did, what made you think that I would want to eat your filthy body parts?"
Joyce looked down at her chest; the sealed capsule was still rattling. She looked back at that man and said with an eerie smile on her face, "I would rather suck your soul. People like you don't deserve to get reincarnated."
A chill shiver ran down that man's spine. He felt his heart hamring crazily inside his chest. And he started to sweat profusely. He could see it in Joyce's eyes and tell that she wasn't bluffing when she said that she would rather suck his soul.
He wanted to join his palms and ask for forgiveness. But both of his hands were broken.
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So he quickly shouted in fear, "Please forgive . I will leave this Kingdom if you ask to. But please, don't take my soul. Don't kill ."
"Too little, too late." Joyce then raised both of her palms and pulled out the lid of the capsule. "And for your information, I am Princess Joyce. I thought you should know the na of your punisher before dying."
"P-Princess?" And what that man saw next made him fear what was about to co for him.
The Zobekker plant's thorny vines endlessly seeped out of that tiny capsule. It wrapped itself around both of Joyce's arms. And two flowers blood on her palms each.
That man tried to crawl away from Joyce. He knew that whatever she was wielding was not good for him. "Please… Spare this once… Your Highness. Please…" he kept pleading to the witch whom he insulted and angered.
However, Joyce was far gone to listen to his pleadings. And she spoke in an icy cold tone, "I will spare this world of a sinister human like you."
Joyce instantly pointed her palms at that man's head.
His distorted screams filled the air. The plant was pulling sothing from that man that was invisible to human eyes.
Joyce glared at that man and mumbled, "You would have gotten a less painful death if you had just kept quiet. But now, your soul is going to pay for your sin."
"No!" The victim appeared out of nowhere and held Joyce's arms that were covered with thorns. Her hands instantly started to bleed and she grimaced in pain.
Joyce finally snapped out of her bloodlust and asked that woman, "Why? Why are you stopping ? Why are you protecting this man who did the unthinkable to you?" Though she had snapped out of her daze, she didn't stop the plant from sucking that man's soul.
That woman looked into Joyce's eyes and said, "You shouldn't be a killer and bear the burden for your whole life. Let the Royal Court punish him."
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