Nowaru

— My private life is none of your business. — While the ordinary soldier was gathering his thoughts, the Nozenrot commander allowed herself to exchange a couple more phrases with the prisoner. — Are you afraid? Or do you not even have enough brains to be afraid? If you fall to your knees and sincerely beg for mercy, I might just let you leave here unharmed. I give you my Nozenrot word.

Well, like, they'll beat you on the legs and arms. Something like that.
Well, rather, he didn't see enough, but he read enough...