Chapter 100 - 100: The Interrogation Starts (2/2)

”Really”

She asked in the most adorable way she could muster. Lambert looked down at her with a gentle smile, raised his hand, and gently touched her cheek. Causing Vadne's face to go red as she shyly looked into Lamberts eyes

”No, I'm keeping evrything even the food”

”Fuck You!!!”

Vadne immediately started berating Lambert with curses, some were even very creative like she called him a troll-giant bastard of a wh*re, which Lambert couldn't help give a chuckle to, but that immediately reignited Vadne's temper and she cursed him with renewed vitality.

'What a crude mouthed young lady, Mournomon would have loved her'

Lambert thought as he blocked out Vadne's curses. After a few more lines of profanity, Vadne calmed down.

”So are you going to interrogate the bitch or can I just kill her already, dragging her along with us is really starting to get on my nerves, especially if I'm the one dragging her.”

”Well why, not like I got anything better to do than torture an ȧssassin”

Lambert said sarcastically as he approached the ȧssassin and took down the veil she used to cover her face.

”I knew she was a dark elf”

”Vadne”

Lambert said solemnly getting her attention.

”Know that what I am about to do is something I dislike, know that I will take no pŀėȧsurė in the things that are about to happen and know that you will see a darker side of me, one I hate”

”Ok”

Vadne nodded and took a step back to see what Lambert was about to do.

Lambert gently patted the ȧssassin's face while quietly speaking.

”Wake up now my little prisoner”

The ȧssassin's eyes quivered slightly as she was regaining consciousness, but it seemed that Lambert was unimpressed as his face turned cold and his sky blue eyes turned icy.

SLAP*

”I said wake up Hellspawn!!!”

Lambert shouted in a cold voice, his calm berry tone voice nowhere to be found instead replaced with the cold voice of an inquisitor looking for heretics.

The blow rattled the ȧssassin's brain as she immediately woke up, spitting out a mouth full of blood and broken teeth shards.

Before she could even gain her bearing she felt a tug on her hair.

”AAAhhhh”

She screamed as something picked her up from her long beautiful black hair. She was lifted off the ground while still bound to the chair, hanging on nothing but her hair.

After being lifted she could finally see the face of her ȧssailant as she was lifted until their eyes were level with each other. He had a long full beard and shoulder length silver hair, his face was cold and his eyes icy.

”Welcome to hell girly, where the best times are the times I ask questions.”