"I really don't know how you've grown up to this age. The protection of the Luck Goddess?"
Seeing the change in the tail behind the girl, Wayne couldn't help but sigh.
He had seen many kind Tifflins, but one so kind to the point of being described as cowardly, this was the first time he'd encountered.
"Charlotte, come out, you've missed a tax payment. Hurry up and make up for it!"
At this moment, a rough shout came from outside the dark, damp, and decrepit small house.
"How could it be?"
The young girl quickly wiped her tears with the corner of her clothing, then, under Wayne's sighing gaze, timidly walked outside. Her soft-spoken, seemingly humble voice followed,
"Sir Tax Officer, I've already paid all the taxes completely and have never short-paid. Could there be a mistake?"
"You worthless bastard, what right do you have to question me?"
The dull sound of a whip cracking, accompanied by the girl's painful and repressed moan, echoed,
