There was no reason to endure this just to use this blacksmith and it was not something he desperately needed either.
"Ah, no, um--"
"Yes or no."
He would not allow any further words.
"…Yes."
Perhaps finally realizing how serious Qiong Xing was, the young man nodded.
"You also said it hurts and asked me to let go, did you not?"
"…Yes."
The young man nodded again.
Qiong Xing smiled.
"You heard that, and yet what you did was insist on your own selfish demands and increase the strength in your arm to the point of nearly breaking my waist, correct?"
"…Yes."
Perhaps only now realizing what he had done, the young man's face turned pale.
On the other hand, Albe and the others fell silent in fear at Qiong Xing's smiling expression.
"I do not know what reason you had for doing that, but I do not recall ever permitting it. It was extremely unpleasant. The only people allowed to touch me are those I have personally accepted."
