Freya hadn't expected this situation to unfold. She had simply escorted Helen and Hazel back to the castle first, then headed to the pizza shop to accompany Amelia to the orphanage. Though they were running a bit late, she noticed someone suspiciously following and harassing Amelia.
She deliberately maintained her distance, observing the man's behavior. While his actions seemed foolish to her, everything pointed to him attempting to gather intelligence, though he had clearly chosen the wrong target.
Within the castle walls, Amelia would only truly communicate with Lord Lucas. When it came to others, she barely spoke more than a few words, typically choosing to ignore them completely.
"Please, there must be some misunderstanding here. I'm just a merchant," Venom Fang tried to maintain his composure, waiting for even the slightest opportunity to poison his pursuer.
"A merchant? Then why are you harassing a young girl? Are you perhaps a human trafficker?" Freya's eyes gleamed dangerously as she pressed her greatsword forward, drawing a thin line of blood across Venom Fang's skin.
"No, no, absolutely not!" Venom Fang's pupils trembled as he frantically protested, "I'm not a trafficker, I was just asking the girl some questions!"
He had heard the rumors about Sedona City - when caught, one could admit to anything except being a human trafficker. Those convicted of trafficking were sentenced to life in the mines. The city held a particular hatred for such criminals.
"What questions?" Freya's voice was ice cold.
"Well..." Venom Fang hesitated, then felt a sharp pain in his neck as the wound widened. Panicking, he blurted out, "I just wanted to know how to get an audience with the City Lord."
"Why do you want to meet the City Lord?" Freya demanded harshly. She was now certain that this man harbored ill intentions toward Lord Lucas - there was a ninety percent chance he was up to no good.
"I really admire the Lord of the City. I was hoping to learn a thing or two from him," Venom Fang said, spewing nonsense with a straight face. He clearly had murderous intent—wanting to learn was just a cover.
"Oh really?" Freya's lips curled into a cold smirk. "Fine then, come with me. I'll take you to meet the City Lord."
"..." Venom Fang paused, a flicker of amusement flashing in his eyes. Perfect. If he could get close enough to meet his target in person, that meant the mission was already halfway to success.
"Move it. Don't try anything funny," Freya warned sharply, shifting her massive greatsword aside and sheathing it.
As Venom Fang turned around, he got a good look at the girl—young, fierce, and full of an intimidating warrior spirit. What truly unsettled him, though, was the pair of wolf ears twitching atop her head. His pupils shrank in shock, and his voice came out dry and tight. "You're... a wolf beastkin!"
That was when he realized the mission intel had been completely off. This wasn't a mere thirty-gold-coin job. No way. With a wolf-kin involved, it was worth at least fifty gold or more. Damn those bounty hall bastards—their intelligence had been sloppy and incomplete. They never mentioned anything about encountering a wolf-kin.
"Raise your hands. Put them on your head," Freya ordered coldly, her amber eyes narrowing. She stepped to the side, motioning for him to walk ahead.
Venom Fang obeyed without resistance. Hands clasped over his head, he walked quietly. The fact a wolf-kin was present made him abandon any thoughts of resistance. He knew he wasn't a match for her. If she could sneak up behind him without making a sound, she could easily kill him before he blinked.
This is a disaster, he cursed inwardly, grinding his teeth in frustration. The bounty hall had screwed him over. Sending him here, into a deathtrap with a wolf-kin waiting? They'd set him up.
Freya escorted Venom Fang through the castle gates. As they walked, she kept a sharp eye on his movements. His steps were light, almost silent. His footprints barely marked the ground. It wasn't casual—it was clearly the result of long-term professional training. She quickly concluded that this guy was no ordinary thug.
Soon enough, they entered the castle. Venom Fang was immediately handed over to the on-duty guards—members of the elite War Wolf Squad. Today's rotation was led by Chris, who managed all the shifts covering the castle interior and its perimeter. It was their strict patrol routes that had made Venom Fang too cautious to attempt infiltration.
Chris wasted no time. He ordered his men to bind Venom Fang hand and foot, using special techniques. They stripped him of all weapons—hidden knives, throwing darts, vials of poison, and suspicious flasks filled with unknown substances.
Freya watched from the side, sneering. "What kind of merchant carries around tools like these? Clearly a damn assassin."
Venom Fang clenched his teeth tightly. These guards weren't just good—they were professionals. He looked down at the bindings, noting that even his thumbs and pinkies were tied off. The method ensured total restraint. Escaping was impossible unless he was willing to break four of his own fingers.
This new restraint method had been developed after the last escape incident involving Bonnie. Chris and his team had spent weeks refining it. The goal: to eliminate any chance of the prisoner slipping free.
"Make him talk. Get every single detail out of him. I'm sure Lord Lucas will want to know exactly who this bastard is," Freya said coldly.
"Leave it to us," Chris replied with a firm nod. He signaled for his men to take Venom Fang to the interrogation chamber. Anyone who carried that many hidden weapons on their body couldn't possibly be up to anything good.
Venom Fang was completely dumbfounded as he was led away. A deep sense of dread weighed on him. He had a very bad feeling about this—like his whole life was about to take a nosedive. Something irreversible was coming.
He was right.
Within minutes of entering the interrogation room, he was still trying to act tough. His lips stayed sealed, his stare hard like a rock. But the moment a thin bamboo splinter was driven underneath his fingernail, his composure cracked. Words started spilling out like water from a broken dam—mostly useless drivel, though.
After they shaved off a few strips of skin from his arm, he completely lost it. Fear soaked through him. He confessed to everything—ridiculous things even. He described how, at age six, he peeked on a neighbor bathing. At age eight, he stole candy from a street vendor. Every sordid detail came out of his mouth, unfiltered. The scribes could barely keep up, filling over twenty pages with notes—just the highlights.
Three hours later, the full report landed on Lucas's desk. He read through it carefully, but one detail caught his eye—one of the poisons described.
"Interesting," Lucas murmured, looking up at Chris. "Bring that guy Venom Fang here. I want to talk to him personally."
The poison had the ability to render a person unconscious without harming them. A natural anesthetic. For people seriously injured and needing surgery, it could be a miracle drug.
"Yes, sir." Chris bowed and left to retrieve Venom Fang from the interrogation room.
Lucas watched him go, then turned his gaze to Amelia, who was quietly reading a book nearby. He shook his head, smiling faintly. That so-called assassin, Venom Fang, had been utterly incompetent—he couldn't even handle a young girl like Amelia.
"Oh, right." Lucas raised an eyebrow and turned to Mina. "That stalker we brought back from Pentos City—did the interrogation yield anything useful?"
Mina's expression turned grim. Her blue eyes flashed with a trace of murderous intent. "Master, that man is dead," She said in a frosty voice. "He killed himself during questioning. Left behind only one line of blood-written text."
"Oh?" Lucas frowned. "What did he write?" Suicide, huh? Was he some nobleman's lackey, or a trained fanatic from one of the factions?
Mina recited it coldly, disgust clear in her tone: "The light of God shall shine, and His chosen will carry out divine punishment—you, sinner, shall be judged."
Lucas's eyes narrowed slightly. "Interesting. 'God's chosen'? What kind of brainwashed cult did this lunatic come from?"
He leaned back, calm and unimpressed. "There are far too many groups playing divine games in this era. Nothing surprises me anymore."
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