Chapter 225: Torture

Chapter 225: Torture

TL: Etude

The barbed whip viciously lashed against the back of the man being punished.

His back was already a torn mess of clothing, revealing the mangled flesh and blood underneath.

The cotton padding of his clothes had mixed with the torn flesh, indistinguishable from each other, as fresh blood stained his entire back a terrifying red.

Despite this, the executor of the punishment did not cease, as if the man kneeling on the ground had committed some grave offense against him.

Worthless! Worthless! Is this how you repay the Kent family for their support?

Marltz Kents son, Jace Kent, was furiously whipping a military officer, cursing and venting his anger as he did so.

The kneeling officer only moaned in pain when he couldnt bear it any longer, but he never begged for mercy, knowing that it would only lead to more severe consequences.

Cant even keep watch over a single person, what good are your eyes? What good is your brain?

Jace continued his tirade, his arm showing no sign of weakening.Updated from n0velb(i)n.c(o)/m

Enough, if you continue, hell truly die.

A deep voice came from behind, causing Jace to stop and turn around, only to find that Count Kent, his father, was standing behind him.

His father, increasingly elusive, startled Jace, who prided himself on his vigilance from his military experience. He wondered when and how his father had silently appeared behind him.

Father, I was just disciplining this waste. Hmph, when I was leading troops in the south, such trash would have been

Enough!

Count Kent raised his hand to interrupt his son, turning his gaze to the officer, barely clinging to life. As soon as Jace ceased, the officer collapsed onto the ground.

I ask you, do you truly know nothing of Henry Ferdinands escape?

In the adjacent cell, a pile of people lay in disarray on the ground. Like the officer who had been punished, they were battered and bruised, some with limbs twisted into unnatural shapes, others missing limbs entirely.

These were the jailers of the dungeon, though they had been tortured mercilessly, there was no sound of moaning, perhaps due to a complete lack of strength, or because they had become numb to pain and mental anguish. Only the faint rise and fall of their chests indicated they were still alive.

The little mage couldnt help it and vomited.

Seeing his reaction, Count Kent frowned. Really, the Arcane Societyor Barnett, why did they send such a naive child to assist him?

Through their time together, he had come to understand the character of this young mage. Aside from his knowledge of mystical magic, he was in all other aspects just a normal child. Initially, Kent thought the boy was pretending to be childlike to disguise his identity. How could someone who is a mage be so naive? It was later that he realized his judgment was mistaken.

Count Kent felt somewhat underestimated, wondering if the Arcane Society didnt take him or Northwest Bay seriously. Were they sending a child, expecting him to be a nanny?

The only consolation was that Andy was obedient and somewhat listened to him. If a stubborn and capricious child had come instead, he really wouldnt know what to do, especially since the child was a mage, a member of the Arcane Society.

Little friend Andy, your mental resilience is too weak. We are people destined for great deeds, and being frightened by such scenes wont do.

He patted the little mages shoulder.

But why treat them like this? Its just an escaped prisoner. And they didnt neglect their duties; the prisoner escaped in a way we dont understand.

Andy looked at Count Kent, fear evident in his eyes. The man before him was terrifying. How could a normal person commit such brutal acts? Was his decision to assist him right or wrong?

No! The counts previously feigned gentleness vanished, startling Andy.

The count said fiercely, I only care about results! They were responsible for guarding the dungeon and were supposed to ensure that prisoners didnt escape. Now that the prisoner has escaped, any explanation or reason is worthless. They must be punished. Their current state proves they are useless in their positions, and useless people only continue to waste food.

With that, the count walked away.

Humph! Accompanied by Jaces chuckle, a cold wind blew, making the little mage shiver.

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