Brandon grabbed the hilt of the dagger and slowly twisted it.
"ARRRRGHHHHHH-!!"
Kaarthus's scream tore through the hall and his body convulsed violently, kicking his legs uselessly against the floor as fresh blood gushed from the wound.
Brandon twisted the blade another inch. "Who else is working with Nacirfa? How many traitors are in this castle?"
Kaarthus's face was drenched in sweat and tears.
His eyes bulged with unbearable pain as he gasped and sobbed.
"P-Please-! STOP! I'll talk- I'll talk!!"
Brandon stopped twisting but kept the dagger firmly in place, "Start talking."
"T-There are three of us… high-ranking ministers… I… I'm the main contact… The others are Minister Valthor and Minister Serene… They helped pass information about troop movements and… and your schedule…"
Gasps and murmurs erupted across the throne room. Several ministers looked visibly shaken, while others stared at their colleagues with sudden suspicion.
