Chapter 118



118 The Second Interrogation

Selma Payne’s POV:

“I should go and see her,” Dorothy said softly. “I’m her only family left.”

“But your grandmother’s mental state is still very unstable. Do you still remember what the doctor said? She needs an empty environment that has nothing to do with her past to recuperate. I understand your concern, but you should avoid meeting her now.”

After moving to the palace, Dorothy had once visited her grandmother, who was receiving mental treatment.

However, when the skinny old lady saw her granddaughter, it was as if she had been injected with a super soldier’s serum. She broke free from the caretaker’s grip, grabbed everything around her, and threw it at Dorothy. The doctor took a lot of effort to calm her down. He told Dorothy that it was best for her to avoid her before her grandmother showed obvious signs of improvement.

Dorothy didn’t say anything when she left, but I heard her crying secretly in her room when I went to look for her for dinner that night.

This strong girl was very soft-hearted. She yearned for family love and love, just like everyone else in the world.

However, the ruthless fate had destroyed all the happiness she should have had.

I couldn’t bear to let her be sad anymore, so I changed the topic. “No matter what, we have to go to the Rocky Mountains and take a look. This is not just for you, Dorothy. If we can find the ruins of the witch clan, we might be able to find a lot of confidential information that even the sorcerers don’t know about. This is a good opportunity for the werewolves to take the initiative.”

Dorothy laughed helplessly. “Alright, girl. Don’t worry. I won’t have any psychological burden for the sake of the werewolves, right?”

I made a face. “Have a good rest,” I said. “I’ll go discuss this with the King.”

After leaving Dorothy’s bedroom, I met Kara, who came to find me.

“His Majesty has invited you to the town hall,” she said. “He’s ready to start the second interrogation of the witch.”

The lights in the town hall were bright at night.

It was still a clear division of camps. The elders seemed too lazy to play dumb because of the farce in the morning, so they might as well make things clear.

From their expressions, one could tell who was loyal and who had a rebellious heart.

The guards brought Adele forward. The difference was that she was bound to a chair this time, and her body was covered in a suppression spell.

“What a grand formation,” Adele said contemptuously. “Are you all that afraid of me? Even the turkey in the oven looks more decent than me, haha!”

“It’s a necessary precaution,” Duke Frank said casually. “Now, by order of His Majesty, the second interrogation begins.”

Master Mary also joined, vigilantly guarding against any unusual movements from Adele.

My father gave her an ultimatum, “You have one last chance, Adele. Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist. Tell me, who sent you here? Don’t tell any lies on a whim unless you want to be punished by the truth inspection curse and enjoy the feeling of being pierced through the heart and bones.”

The veins on Adele’s forehead bulged as if she weighed the severity of the punishment in front of her and the punishment in the future.

“No one sent me to attack the Academy,” she said softly after a long while.

The fact that the lie detection spell didn’t respond meant that she wasn’t lying.

However, the people present would not believe her words so easily.

“Don’t try to change the topic. No one sent you to attack the Academy. It’s different when you act on the surface against the person behind the scenes and act on your own.” My father said coldly, “A true lie is still a lie.”

The guard raised his hand and whipped Adele twice, and the latter screamed in pain.

I saw a dim golden light flash on the whip, which was the symbol of holy water. God knew how the werewolves had something from the human church. Perhaps this was the power of the interrogation department.

“Stop! Stop!” Adele struggled with all her might, and her skin was bleeding from the thin lines formed by the suppression curse. “Take away this burial thing! I’d rather have a branding iron burn me!”

The holy water was very effective on Satan’s believers. With just two whips, Adele could not resist and temporarily became obedient.

My father asked again, “Tell me, who is your master? Who ordered you to do this?”

Under the threat of the holy water, Adele had to reveal the truth. “My master is a night magus… Kafka!”

The moment she said the name, Adele suddenly screamed in pain. Blood flowed out of her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and her whole body trembled like an epileptic attack.

Everyone was shocked. Master Mary quickly went forward to check and then frowned.

She tried to use her blood to draw some spells on Adele’s head. The latter quieted down, but she still couldn’t stop trembling and bleeding.

Suddenly, the southern Duke stepped forward and took out a pocket watch. He took out something from the back of the photo.

Under the bright crystal light, I could see the item in his hand and a strand of crystal clear white hair.

Master Mary took it and looked at the southern Duke in shock.

“Please use this,” the southern Duke said.