Chapter 70 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
While Acerus examined the relics and records in the Tarragon Empire, Lara and Demian decided to question the black sorcerer and his followers that were captured in Hautean.
They were under heavy surveillance in the royal palace’s dungeon. It was a place where Lara could not easily access even if she was the hero who saved the Princess. However, thanks to Sonnet, and guided by the guardian knights, she was able to enter the dungeon with Demian.
“This way. The Princess said that you two might be able to get a new clue from them.”
“Thank you.”
“They are dangerous, so don’t get too close.”
“Okay. What about the black sorcerer?”
“We have kept him from being able to use magic, but still, be careful.”
“Yes, I will keep that in mind.”
As the heavy iron door opened, the cold and stagnant air peculiar to the underground came rushing in. Lara was intensely anxious and walked into the dungeon. Beyond the door was a narrow hallway. And at the end of it was a large prison cell blocked by thick iron bars.
“Stand here.”
Demian told Lara to stay in a dark corner. Lara could see the people in the cell, but they could not see her.
Demian strode alone and approached the prison cell at the far end. There was a black sorcerer losing his consciousness while being hung from the wall. The traces of torture was strikingly vivid. He did not seem to be able to live long in that condition anyway.
When Demian approached him closer, the black sorcerer raised his swollen eyes.
“Urgh… You!”
He recognized Demian’s face at once. He twisted his broken and bloody body around, struggling to escape somehow.
Demian said.
“Let me tell you something. I have no feelings for people like you. I don’t even really hate the black sorcerers.”
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
“It means that I understand the psychology of you lot who cling to the demon because you want to be strong. Everyone is like that when they live on the battlefield.”
“What?”
“You could not help it. Because you were born weak and cowardly.”
That was neither persuading nor approaching in a friendly manner. That was just a provocation.
Lara looked at Demian with that thought. The black sorcerer probably felt the same way as her.
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He said, even more furious.
“Who the hell are you? How come a human is invulnerable to black magic? Where are you from? Reveal your identity!”
Demian did not answer his question. He merely asked the question that he was about to ask.
“Is your master’s name Valac?”
“What?”
“I’m asking that, if I talk to you, can that Valac or whatever listen to us?”
The black sorcerer stopped moving. He opened his eyes wide and scanned through Demian.
“He’s a great being. A mere human cannot just say his…”
“So he can’t.”
Great being, huh?
Lara recalled her God while listening to the conversation between Demian and the black sorcerer.
The black sorcerer said.
“On the day my master descends in Hautean, all you worthless humans will kneel down to him.”
‘Valac.’
Lara made a mental note of the demon’s name. She was going to ask her God later.
Demian, who had been listening to the cursed words from the black sorcerer with a sour look, asked with annoyance.
“Shut up. Tell me where your hideout is.”
“We are everywhere!”
“It’s in the west. Tell me where in the west it is.”
“Hehehe… Do you think I will tell you that?”
“I can persuade the King to send troops to the west. That, too, wouldn’t be good for you lot. If you let only me know, I will go alone, so tell me where it is.”
The black sorcerer closed his mouth. Demian also did not seem to expect him to reveal his hideout.
“Let me ask you one more question.”
“If you’re trying to figure something out from me, you’d better quit right now.”
“Why Prince Sidhar?”
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It was an unexpected question. The black sorcerer paused. Lara, who was standing far away, paid close attention.