Chapter 466 - Rescue Operation of Count Ferrero 2 (1/2)

Thud! Thud!

A prison located deep beneath the Imperial Palace in Nemesis.

There was a person who had been imprisoned in there a few days back in a special prison that was allocated only for rebels or sinners who have committed crime similar to treason.

The man in there had grown his beard almost similar to a bandit. His arms and hands were all sealed with magic to block the usage of aura.

He had been in that mess for the past few days.

His clothes were soaked with food and traces of torture could be seen all over his body.

But the most difficult thing for the man was that he wasn’t able to see anything through his eyes due to the darkness.

The only sound one could hear was the drops of water that fell from the ceiling onto his body.

It wasn’t just some old-time prison. Rather, it was a deliberately designed prison to make a sinner suffer.

If it continued to stay so silent for the next few days, the sound of the water drops would begin to seem louder than any roar.

Before prisoners died in that prison, it was common for them to go crazy.

Nevertheless, the man, who was being held in there, opened his mouth with a heavy sigh.

“What is the situation at the capital?”

He was looking at the prison door.

The guard’s face could be seen through those bars.

The guard, who brought him his meal, laughed.

“You still care about the people, Count?”

The guard knew the man in the cell.

He was Count Ferrero, the commander of the Central Army, and the greatest asset to the Baroque Empire.

The gap between the guard and the count was too huge for him to even look at his face.

However, they were in the prison of the Baroque Empire, and whoever was in there had to be treated as a sinner.

The guard knew that not a Sword Master, even if a Sword Sage entered the prison to take the Count out, they would be able to.

Even to that day, Count Ferrero was being dragged to the torture chamber and was being brainwashed.

Being an Advanced Sword Master, he was able to hold his thoughts, but he was bound to become the Majesty’s faithful servant.

“Do you know why you have been dragged in here? Please answer me.”

“Huh, are you that curious?”

In response to Ferrero’s answer, the guard opened a small side door beneath the thick bars and pushed in a moldy piece of bread.

“The plague has disappeared and riots have been subjugated. Also, the enemies you stood up from were killed or executed.”

With the last bit of strength in him, Ferrero screamed on top of his lungs for knowing that the people who believed in him were killed.

“They were all just trying to save their families!”

“It is no use to say that to me. I am just a prison guard. It is better for you to look ahead, Count. Shouldn’t you be more concerned about your family? They are made to suffer more than those people, right?”

“…”

He didn’t seem to say it out loud, but the faces of his family came up to Ferrero’s head.