Selma Payne's POV:
After calming down the agitated southern Duke, my father said to the witch, "Now, please take the initiative to explain everything."
The witch asked with a sneer, "Explain what? As I said, I only wanted to experience the life of a noble lady on a whim."
"If you still have this attitude, I think I'll have to get someone to use some rough methods." My father said solemnly, "Judging from what you said just now, you seem very familiar with the war decades ago. I think you should know what methods the werewolves use to interrogate their enemies on the battlefield. We don't care if it's barbaric or not, as long as it's useful."
Realizing that my father was not joking, the witch finally panicked and shouted with a pale face, "You can't do this! If you dare to lay a finger on me, my lord... Master will not let you off! Are you trying to start a second war between the werewolves and witches?"
