Yamamoto Tsukumo woke up in pain.
He opened his eyes and saw the man who had almost slit his throat, the one wearing a strange golden armor.
The other person, holding his wand in his left hand, was slowly standing up.
Looking around, we were inside a coral reef.
There was no seawater; it must have been drained away using magic.
The body type and height match, and the previous physical Disarming Spell wasn't a wizard's technique.
"Wayne —you must be Vincent Wayne."
"Not too stupid." Vincent took off his helmet. "This should be our second meeting, Mr. Yamamoto."
Yamamoto tried to sit up, but he couldn't muster any strength.
A curse? Potions?
He looked down and realized that he was actually tied up tightly.
Let alone not knowing how to cast Wandless Magic, even if they did, they wouldn't be able to.
The remaining 12 people also took off their helmets one after another, revealing their faces, which were confirmed to be missing.
"I never imagined you could fool everyone."
"I never expected you to be from the Ashiya family."
Yamamoto's face was stiff, as if he had already connected everything.
As expected, the report in "Magic Town Daily News" provoked retaliation.
The real purpose of his recent trip to Shizuoka was probably to test the Abe Family.
Afterwards, they went to the Seto Inland Sea and staged the accident themselves, making the two families the prime suspects and forcing them to reveal the people hiding behind the scenes.
No!
Judging from that emotionless smile, it's more likely that the three parties are hostile to each other due to their conflicts, and ultimately...
"What's this guy afraid of?" Kenny asked, stepping aside with obvious disdain.
"We don't intend to kill him; at most, we'll just let him fend for himself here."
"Idiot!" Rinne instinctively raised her foot to kick him, but stopped herself.
"He guessed that the attack was fake, and that our disappearance was fake too."
Yamamoto broke out in a cold sweat.
That's really true.
Vincent raised his wand and conjured 13 chairs from the surrounding coral.
He sat down at the table in front of him. "Mr. Yamamoto, we have plenty of time."
If you have anything to say, please feel free to speak slowly.
He slowly placed his right hand on the Phoenix Insignia on his belt.
"However, it doesn't have much patience."
Yamamoto had Gunblade pointed at his forehead.
It is countless times colder and countless times more dangerous than the Golden Scepter.
Of course he knew what a gun was, and he knew even more how powerful this SuperHighPowerPlus was.
Furaikan's shell is much harder than a skull; with just a slight pull of the trigger, he'll be going to meet Xu Fu.
What do you want me to say?
Vincent moved the gun away and tilted his head to look at his companions.
They're not really going to fire a gun, why make it so tense?
With his other hand, he took a bottle of clear liquid from his belt.
"I almost forgot about this."
Hermione's eyelids twitched slightly.
The colorless and odorless liquid in this bottle is Veritaserum personally created by Potions Master Snape.
Just one drop, and you'd probably have to confess when you first wet the bed.
The actual effect remains to be seen, but Yamamoto in front of us is a very suitable candidate.
What a sin...
Merlin, she absolutely disapproved of this terrible method.
But Vincent is a friend, and he even saved her from under Jormungandr's tail.
Needless to say, Daphne and Rinne were different, and the conflict on Cedric and Rolf's faces was gradually disappearing.
Qiu's gaze held a hint of pity, while Marietta's was somewhat better.
Kenny and Jennifer had no objections whatsoever, and their expressions seemed to indicate they were curious about what was about to happen.
Neville, James, and Alfred hesitated.
Veritaserum is Potions that is explicitly forbidden to be used on humans.
Aside from the side effect of impaired memory, it also violates the principle of not being able to incriminate oneself.
Thirteen years ago, the British Ministry of Magic was fraught with danger and had never used it for any interrogation.
Vincent looked at their various interesting expressions and regretted not revealing his true thoughts in order to maximize the atmosphere.
I do not intend to interrogate with Gunblade, nor do I intend to use Veritaserum.
He might in the future, but he's still a student now.
"Mr. Yamamoto, I have a good relationship with our Potions Professor."
Hermione rolled her eyes on the spot.
She knew Vincent was bluffing.
"He cared about me a lot and would always find an excuse to give me some Potions he made himself."
Daphne pursed her lips.
Cedric and Rolf also realized what was going on.
Vincent crouched down and used his thumb to pop the cork off the bottle. "Take a sniff first."
Yamamoto, with his head tucked in, couldn't smell anything.
Colorless and odorless, could it be seawater?
It is said that those without magic have a particularly cruel and inhumane method of torture.
They would mix pepper spray with gasoline and pour it down the throat and nose of the person being tortured.
When your stomach is bloated, hit your abdomen hard with a stick to make the chili water spray out of your nose and mouth.
Abnormal!
Beast!
Wait—that's not right.
The Potions Master wouldn't stoop so low as to brew colorless and odorless chili water; could it be the Veritaserum, which is explicitly prohibited?
"Gulp—" Yamamoto swallowed hard.
"Mr. Yamamoto, are you thirsty?"
To him, Vincent, with his seemingly harmless expression, was nothing short of a devil from hell.
This is the child who received medals from both the United Kingdom and the United States and was described by the outside world as the next Dumbledore.
Perhaps if Rita were here, she would give him an empathetic look.
Vincent extended the Gunblade in front of him as well. "How about I give you the choice?"
Yamamoto was just a journalist.
Their greatest strength, of course, lies in intelligence gathering.
They'll either get a few holes pierced by Gunblade, or they'll have to reveal all the details of their first time wetting the bed.
Choose?
What choice do you even have?!
"Do I—do I have any other choice?"
"As I said, we have plenty of time, you can take your time to choose."
The Gunblade and the small bottle swayed gently in front of my eyes.
He hurriedly closed his eyes and bit his lower lip hard.
If you tell anyone, you'll be a traitor, and you'll either die or suffer a terrible fate when you get back.
I won't say...
Yamamoto widened his bloodshot eyes and roared with almost all his might:
"Yes, Madam! Everything was ordered to be done by Madam!"
"Which lady?"
"Ashiya! Ashiya Mie!"
Vincent carefully put away the Gunblade and Veritaserum. "Wow—this is really something."
At this point, everyone understood his true intentions.
From the very beginning, he never intended to use either of those two things.
But the effect it's having now is even better than using it.
Yamamoto is not stupid.
He had no choice before, and he still has no choice now.
Vincent slowly sat back down. "Mr. Yamamoto, we really have plenty of time. You can really take your time talking."
No matter how harmless that smile may seem, it cannot conceal its true devilish nature.
He misjudged her, Lady Ashiya misjudged her, and even Ashiya Takuma and Abe Ugen misjudged her.