Chapter 76 (2/2)
Ismael placed a paper on his desk and asked Isaac as if he were being interrogated. Isaac grumbled his answer.
“Ha. What are you playing at? I am Isaac Rondart, Graduate of College, Rank 1 Knight and New Port City’s Lord’s Representative.”
“Name.”
“Ha?”
Ismael asked again as if he didn’t listen to a single word Isaac had said. Isaac frowned.
“Name.”
“I already told you.”
Ismael waved at the middle-aged man as if he had been expecting Isaac’s response. The middle aged man nodded and left the room.
“I don’t know why, but we always get the same reaction. But you’re in luck. You have a friend who’ll help you understand. I’m sure you’ll be happy to see him again.”
While Isaac occupied himself with trying to figure out who Ismael was referring to, the middle-aged man brought another man who had been tied up like Isaac from outside. He plodded the man down next to Isaac and left the room again.
“I don’t remember who this is. And did I have a friend?”
Isaac said to Ismael after checking that he didn’t recognise the face of the man. Ismael continued to smile with pleasure as he stood up and grabbed and pulled at the man’s hair to show his face more clearly.
“Now that’s harsh. You should at least remember the face of the man who almost destroyed your city.”
Isaac looked again at the man, still oblivious to his ident.i.ty.
“I’ve never seen that face before.”
“Wow. How cold of you. Do you remember Dogman?”
“Ah! That r.e.t.a.r.d!”
Isaac nodded, finally remembering who the man was.
“But why is he my friend?”
“Oi. Wake up. He’s saying you’re not his friend.”
Ismael slapped at Dogman’s cheek, but he was still unconscious. Isaac frowned, seeing that Ismael’s strike was powerful enough to make fragments of his teeth fly out of his mouth.
Even if he was abandoned, Dogman was the eldest son of Marquis Duberon. If they found out, they’d never stay put about this. But seeing how recklessly Ismael treated Dogman, they were either so powerful that the Marquis wasn’t even a factor or they’d finished talking with the Marquis.
It wasn’t good news to Isaac whichever the answer was. Dogman let out a small whimpering moan in response to Ismael’s continued violence.
Ismael finally stopped striking him and got back on his chair, keenly watching Isaac and Dogman with great interest.
Isaac realised the moan Dogman was making weren’t just grunts of pain but quiet muttering. It was something he couldn’t recognise at first, but as the muttering became clearer, Isaac’s face stiffened.
Impossible. This shouldn’t be happening. I must have heard it wrong. Isaac continued to deny it with all his might. What Dogman was speaking about did not exist in this world. The words that leaked from his mouth were so simple that even kindergarteners knew back in his old world.
“Please help me… Forgive me… Help me mom… Help me please…”
TL Note: Dogman’s dialogue is written in English. Original English in the text is few and far in between, so we will note whenever it is so.
“… What in the world is he on about?”
After much silence with a stiff face, Isaac complained. Ismael giggled, liking the response he was getting.
“This is my favourite part of this work. Most of the people who come here try desperately to act oblivious in this situation, just like you. Shall I tell you something interesting?”
“….”
“You’ve thought so lowly of this world. How long do you think the Empire had been watching you?”
“… What?”
Seemingly struck by lightning, Isaac answered with a cracked voice. He quickly realised the response was as good as admitting it, but what’s done was done. Ismael burst out in laughter.
“You must have spent so much time speculating in that head of yours, but simply put, you just got the wrong answer.”
“… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t need to. We aren’t the type to ask politely, and we can find out whatever we want if we want to. Central can’t since they have many restrictions, but we don’t. A warlock is an excellent tool in a situation like this. There’s no need to interrogate, no need to torture. We just need to extract the memories in your head.”
Isaac’s brows furrowed in response to Ismael.
“You’re going to look into my head?”
“That’s right. We will be looking at all of the memories of your past. Not just this world, but your old world too.”
Isaac replied with a serious face.
“Stop it.”
“I’d love to, but he’s been waiting so eagerly for this moment.”
Ismael smiled as he pointed at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man quickly turned into an elderly one as if he’d been waiting and approached Isaac. Even before Isaac could speak, the old man’s hand covered Isaac’s face. Isaac quickly fell unconscious.
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