Chapter 293 - Interogation

"Who do you work for?" Shouted King Michael from the top of his lungs as he hatefuly glared at the two Captives. Punching the table along with that roaring shout.

But yet the Captives remained silent, acting like they don't know what an Army is even though they just shared a Unit with one roughly an hour ago. Perhaps they haven't yet sung like a bird because the toughest punishment King Michael gave so far, was yelling.

"Still won't talk aye?" Trying to calm down, gathering his nerves to stop this splitting headache. He figured to himself that he might not be too intimidating to these ill.u.s.tratian Soldiers. He is used to smiling more these past few months with Alama around and his face just looks too youthful and smooth, the only thing he can intimidate is a Chicken. "Alright, have it your way."

"Saleem!" Called King Michael, bringing a beast inside of the interrogation room down here at the Dungeon. It is weird because they barely used the Dungeon after the Alliance separated from Gaster Kingdom, enemies were mostly killed afterwards and there were no law breakers.

The Dungeon is underneath the Castle, stretching down enough to hold 30 cells and one interogation ropm. But luckily there are no torture chambers, the people here never wanted to indulge on such an activity.

Saleem walked in the room, he was called to accompany King Michael at the Castle for this main purpose. When he walked inside of the room, he had to turn to the sides so he can fit through the door and he had to duck a little bit as well.

As he walked in, the two little birds who didn't want to talk eyes became wider by the second. One reason is because Saleem is huge, the second reason is they saw what he can do in battle. One of his arms is half as thick as King Michael's waste for the love of Sources.

To show how dangerous he can get, he slammed the door right after he walked in and it god damn well sounded like an explosion. It felt like that bang haunted their souls, King Michael got scared as well.

Unlike King Michael, he didn't intend to talk this out. Grabbing one of these Captives on the neck and pulling him over the table, he tightened his arm muscles and hurled him across the room and through the door.

"I think I know someone who can fix that?!" Murmured King Michael once he saw that the door was completely broken with no chance of saving it, not caring much about the Captive.

I mean if this Captive dies out of that impact, the second one might talk more. Tip toeing his way towards the door, King Michael took a peek at the Captive and saw that he is for sure knocked out. But not dead, he could see his chest rising and lowering with the intake of air.

"I suggest you talk." Added King Michael as he turned around, taking a peek at the Captive who already started sweating. "The door is broken, and the rest of this room is made out of cobblestones."

The passive threat was quite clear here, the chances of breaking several bones with one smash against the walls isn't slim. Now, the Captive finally decided to talk but he started it off with mumbling.

"Macek Macek! He um... he and the send us... the Grand King! They sent us here to invade!" His tone started cracking and he panicked more and more by the passing second because Saleem was approaching closer and closer.

Grabbing the Captive by the shoulders with two hands and lifting him above the ground he asked. "What about King Macek?" He knows that name, he knows that name quite well.

What bothers him more, is that he had a chance to kill that Buffon yet he decided to show some humanity instead. But now? That fool is trying to invade this Kingdom of people who work their assess off to have what they have. He wanted to crush this man, break him like a piece of wood but they need the information out of him first.

"Tell me every bit of detail or I'll end you." Saleem demanded, afterwards he just dropped the Captive to his chair.

...

After the interogation, everything was made clear. The Captive was brave enough to even draw out the plan of this invasion. King Macek of Wide River Kingdom asked permission along with some help from the Grand King of Meridionali Ignis, Alector Ager!

But considering the military shortage all of Meridionali Ignis faced indiscriminately because of the Snow Ignites, Alector refused to lend Soldiers for such a small domain. The only reason why the Grand King even agreed for this attack to happen, is because King Macek pointed out how many sh.i.p.s sail there each month.

Considering that last part, Saleem asked even more questions. How would they know about the sh.i.p.s? Good enough, the Captive answered the questions without wasting a second.

There were scouts sent by King Macek himself, once they saw how many sh.i.p.s arrive here they figured that another mine has been discovered. That became the King's motivation and excuse to invade. But still the Kingdom doesn't have enough people so the Grand King didn't want to waste his own forces.

But yet going to invade a Kingdom with a small Army might not be the best idea either, so King Macek asked to take some Guards from a Kingdom at Occidentis Ignis. That's where Lumberjack's Kingdom came in useful.

Notice those 50 Hatchetmen in battle? Well it isn't a coincidence. But it was indeed a desperate move, because they didn't take Guards from there but Lumberjacks instead. That Kingdom now holds 600 people, half of which are still Lumberjacks.

It is what the Kingdom lives out of and it is split in two sections. The first is based on a clear opening, close to a river branch. And the second section is indulged deep in to the Forest, nearly 100 Kilometers away actually. Well, not all of the Lumberjacks go in that deep but that's the furthest anyone would go.

In little camps away from this Domain, live a couple hundred Lumberjacks. They are all men and they are the Kingdom's main profit. However getting back to the case, Lumberjack's Kingdom had no Guard to spare since all of them were sent to war.

Since most here are armed with Axes, it was a good excuse to take every single Guard out of this place, saying that these people can look out for each other. So instead, the Army just took 50 Lumberjacks to fight in battle and like Woldemir predicted, they were just a way to weaken Gaster Kingdom's Army.

Bad enough for the Captive, a Guard walked in and informed King Michael of the losses. Although they dominated in battle, 20 more Guards have died and at least 25 are injured but can survive their wounds. This situation keeps getting worse and worse, Gaster Kingdom used to have 100 Guards now they have just 30.

As King Michael was thinking of an appropriate reward for the Spearmen who survived this battle without facing any deaths! And of course a reward for the 30 survivors, Saleem became more enraged throughout the process.

He took a peek at the conscious Captive and grabbed him by the head with aims of crushing it like an apple. Seeing what's going on here, King Michael ordered him to stop and said. "Let me handle this, throw the other Captive inside."

Saleem regained control of his rage and just let the Captive live for a couple more seconds. They both walked out, and as King Michael stood by the door he began to blast Fire from his mouth and gave the Captives no chance of survival. They couldn't even yell out in pain, their death was quick and their bodies were burned out of existence even quicker.

He turned his attention towards the Guard who brought this information and ordered, "There should be tens of Hatchet's in the battle field. Don't throw them away, take them and anything else usable to us. We faced enough losses and we could use some compensation."

...

Meanwhile, Woldemir was helping Isabel treat her wounds. At first she refused at all cost to take her armour off, that confused him a little bit because he wasn't able to spot the problem. The battle is over and she does have clothes underneath it.

But as she finally agreed to remove her Armour, it made a bit more sense. Her shirt is quite torn because of the several Swords who have ripped through her Armour. Although those places are covered with blood, they are still a bit too private for a man to treat regardless of this situation is.

Seeing that she is a tad shy, along with the fact that she doesn't like anyone touching her, especially men! He gently spoke, "Sit here, I will get some ladies to help you."

To give her more privacy, given that she is the only lady in the Platoon. He even took her at his own house and wanted to use whatever he has to treat her wounds, he understood that at some point it would become awkward but that's nothing to slow down about. She is wounded!

A few minutes later he walked in with 4 ladies older than him, fairly elderlies. Having told the ladies what the situation is before entering the house, he just smiled at her once guiding them in and left the house. Patiently waiting outside for her wound treatment.

Nearly half an hour later, one of the ladies walked out and kindly spoke. "She has a lot of wounds but they are light." Thinking how she didn't even flinch while they were treating her wounds, she proceeded to add. "Her wounds will heal in a week, she is quite durable."

He walked in to check on her after, and the rest of the ladies walked out. Considering that Isabel has lived here for months now, she knows some Ignite words and communication has become a small bit easier.

"You did great in battle." Woldemir approached with a smile, but panicking enough he forgot about the fact that Isabel held his hand earlier.

Considering that fact, she became confused and just answered. "Thanks."

Feeling a bit awkward, he wanted to break the silence. "Um, can I ask a question?"

Understanding these light short words, she swiftly answered. "Yes."

"Well, who hurt you this much? Your actions show me that you want to die." He became more and more concerned about that fact. She is an amazing fighter and deadly loyal, most importantly she is a good person in many aspects.

"I don't want die. But I bad past." Hardly a sentence, but it made complete sense. Her past is haunting her, well her mind at least.

"Can you tell me about it?" Asked Woldemir in concern as he sat close to her, finding it adorable how the ladies have covered her with his blanket since there is no cloth big enough for her around here. Due to that he thought, "I should make more shirts for these people." Obviously referring to the Calidum Lutum.

"No, I Can't." She answered under a low gentle tone and another small tear dropped from her eye and rolled down her cheek before it met with the Blanket.

"I understand." Spoke out Woldemir, noticing that she might take years before she is ready to talk, but still found it interesting how tears drop from her eyes everytime he touches her. When he sat down near her, he also grabbed her hand and held it trying to show support.

"But you know I'm here to listen, think of me as Alia." Added Woldemir once more, and she actually understood enough to start laughing. Thinking about how Woldemir would look if he had long hair.

"There you go. Laugh!" His heart felt overwhelmed with joy, afterwards he stood up and tried to tie her hair together. Seeing that it is bothering her from resting comfortably. "Let me just grab a little rag."