Chapter 225: Confess and Be Treated Leniently; Resist and Be Punished Severely
It seemed that the other party had used some special means to bestow it upon the demon general under their command, and then Frieren had unfortunately become the unlucky one.
Judging from her account, it should have only been used once; otherwise, Flamme and Ayla might also have been affected.
But these two were incredibly audacious to seize the city's magic forcibly!
They were either wanted by the authorities or already in jail.
"What's the name of that city?" Serie asked quickly.
"I'm sorry, I don't know."
Frieren herself had kept her eyes closed the entire time and only knew about the events happening outside through some faint senses. How could she possibly know the name of that city?
"Calm down, Serie." Kurtz gently patted her head. "There aren't many cities in the North, and even fewer with priests. It's easy to find one."
"I mainly think that given their personalities, they're very likely to surrender without resistance." Serie knew her two apprentices very well.
Although Ayla usually seemed quiet, she occasionally did some very bold things, and Serie even suspected that Ayla was the one who had come up with the idea of intercepting magic.
Under Kurtz's tutelage, Flamme had developed into the kind of good person that Serie disliked the most.
Once they realized they were in the wrong and didn't want to harm innocent people, they might simply surrender.
"That's certainly possible. It seems we need to get there as soon as possible."
Serie snorted coldly. "I'd like to see who gave them the guts!"
"However, before we go…" Kurtz's gaze turned to Frieren, and he pondered for a moment. "We need to settle her in first. She needs rest."
Serie also looked at Frieren, her brows furrowing.
Indeed, bringing her along would be a burden, but leaving her here alone wouldn't be safe either.
Just then, Frieren tried to sit up. "I want to go with you!"
She didn't want to delay her rescuers' time because of herself, and she also wanted to know if Flamme and Ayla were safe.
"Nonsense." Kurtz pointed lightly, and a gentle magical force pressed Frieren back to the ground. "You can barely walk now, little lady. How are you going to go?"
He looked at Frieren's stubborn expression and suddenly smiled. "Not bad. It seems that Flamme and Ayla didn't save you for nothing. Since you want to go so much, let her carry you."
Kurtz pointed to Serie, who was standing to the side.
"Huh!?" Serie's eyes widened slightly. "Shouldn't you be the one doing this?"
"I've heard that elves are quite resistant to contact with strangers. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
"Don't worry about what she thinks." Serie didn't care about any of that.
In her opinion, Frieren was so weak and still wanted to be with them, so she shouldn't bother with all that nonsense.
She wouldn't have cared about all this when she was adventuring with Kurtz back then.
Of course, this only applied to Kurtz alone.
Frieren pursed her lips, but finally nodded obediently. "If Lady Serie, you don't mind the trouble..."
"Alright." Kurtz turned to Serie and said, "You stay here and look after her. I'll be right back."
Serie was taken aback. "Where are you going? Didn't you say you were going to get there as soon as possible?"
"We need to find a means of transportation first, and also gather some information. Are you planning to fly all the way there?"
Before Serie could ask any more questions, Kurtz's figure vanished entirely from the spot, leaving no trace of magical energy.
Serie looked at the spot where Kurtz had disappeared and pouted. "Always so mysterious. What mode of transportation? He just went to find a source of magic..."
However, she still moved Frieren to a more comfortable position.
Frieren stared in shock at Kurtz's sudden disappearance.
Just how powerful were the teachers of these two benefactors?
Her gaze involuntarily drifted to Serie beside her.
This elven girl was as beautiful as the legends described, with her long, flowing golden hair cascading down her back. She was as beautiful as a goddess of old, but at this moment, she exuded a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.
Frieren asked softly, "Lady Serie? Has Lord Kurtz... always been like this?"
Without looking up, Serie replied, "Don't worry about him. He's always like this. He likes to be mysterious and does whatever comes to mind without caring whether others are worried or not."
Although her tone was disdainful, Frieren still keenly caught the familiarity and affection hidden within it.
"Oh." Frieren nodded as if she understood, and didn't ask any more questions.
...
On the other side, in an interrogation room.
"Name?"
"Ayla," Ayla replied weakly.
She was handcuffed to a chair and had been placed under some kind of restrictive magic, making it impossible for her to use any magic.
"And the gender?"
"Woman. Can't you tell?" Ayla glared at the mage in front of her, annoyed.
"Cough! "The mage coughed lightly and continued, "Hgrm, and what about race?"
Ayla "...ಠ_ಠ..."
Mage: "...( >_> )..."looks away
Ayla wanted to complain at this moment. 'Does this human female mage have bad eyesight? Can't she see my long, distinctive elf-pointed ears?'
"Answer my question honestly!" The mage slammed her hand on the table, trying to appear more authoritative.
"Elf."
The female mage was writing rapidly in the book, but her uneasy expression clearly betrayed her true thoughts.
When faced with an elf, especially a powerful one, no one dared to use harsh methods to interrogate them.
Nowadays, the relationship between elves and humans is not very close.
Although the two races had enjoyed a honeymoon period after the establishment of the Kingdom of El, the balance of power between them had clearly shifted as humanity rapidly developed.
Because the elves had lost their ancestral land, they had inevitably entered a period of decline, and their population grew extremely slowly.
But they were still one of the strongest races in the world, and a powerful mage like Ayla must be a well-known figure in this race. If she was not handled properly, the consequences would be far beyond what a mere novice mage could bear.
Those seniors, of course, knew this well, so they had passed the buck to each other, ultimately foisting the responsibility of interrogation upon her.
So she could only ask some basic questions as a matter of routine to buy time.
Meanwhile, in another interrogation room.
Unlike Ayla's situation, the room where Flamme was imprisoned was more humane, although the number of guards outside the door remained unchanged.
Opposite Flamme at this moment sat the city's duke, a middle-aged man in noble attire.
His personal visit demonstrated the importance he attached to this incident.
"Miss Flamme, is that so?" The Duke's voice seemed calm, yet it carried the authority of a superior.
"I am surprised that, given your human identity and magical abilities, you would do something so reckless with that elf."
[End of Chapter]
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