Chapter 522 Rhode’s Plan (1/2)
”Ah!”
The pale-faced Garrison Officer was slammed to the ground heavily and the pool of putrid blood assailed his nostrils. He couldn't stop biting his lips because he was surrounded by severed limbs and disemboweled stomachs. His life was at its limit as the solid, ice-cold barb on the whip ripped his skin apart.
All my men have died in less than 20 minutes. Who exactly is this young lady?
As the Garrison Officer shuddered and waited for his death, a black figure emerged silently. Rhode gazed at him through the strange white mask and he swept a glance at the bloodied earth. ”You seem to be having a lot of fun, Celestina.”
”Phew…” Celestina's complexion wasn't as ashen and she gave a chuckle while lifting her proud chin. ”Hmph. Slaves existed for their master's entertainment. Even though the happiness that this sounder of swine gave me is almost insignificant, listening to their sorrowful wailing and begging for forgiveness really cheered my mood…”
”Surely you haven't forgotten about your proper business, right?”
”Of course not.” Even though Rhode interrupted her, she surprisingly didn't bicker with him. She snickered while strolling elegantly toward the final survivor and pushed her heel against his chin to force his head up. Her scarlet pupils once again sparkled. ”Look into my eyes and answer my question, slave. You're not allowed to hide anything from me. Do you understand?”
”…” The scarlet, burning radiance of Celestina reflected in the Garrison Officer's pupils. He nodded stiffly and with a hoarse voice, he said, ”… Yes… Master…”
”That settles it.” Celestina lifted her head proudly and gestured to Rhode. Rhode approached the Garrison Officer who had been completely enticed by her. Judging from the bloodstain on his body and his ashen complexion, this man couldn't hang on any longer. But Rhode wasn't concerned about his well being.
”Which army do you belong to?”
”… Grosso Militia…”
”What are the current battle preparations for Grosso? Which regiment is responsible for
supervising the garrison?”
”Everything as per normal… The regiment responsible for supervision is… the 5th Division.”
”Who is the Commander?”
”Sir Michael Hans…”
It's him?