It looked like nothing more than a luxurious manor... but in truth, it was where the Mist City's Round Table Knights Organization gathered.
The manor belonged to Sir Pugin's family. After several centuries of continuous construction, it had become a fairly substantial base.
Inside the interrogation room.
Red slowly came to after what felt like a trip through hell. With consciousness came agony that seemed to sear his soul.
He could not help groaning several times... and the first thing he saw was his own hands.
Both hands were a bloody mess, as if they had been pulled from a fire. At the same time, they were locked in Handcuffs—and his entire body was fastened to a metal chair.
"Such tenacious vitality. You actually came around so quickly."
In front of Red was the pale, tear-streaked face of a clown... One of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, the Clown, Dalgoni!
Dalgoni was not the only one present. Gareth was there as well, along with Mr. Pugin, who sat silently to one side, holding his cane.
This senior member of Apocalypse Myth had suffered terrifying injuries. The Knight Organization of the Mist City had dragged him back from the brink of death, using quite a few precious medicines in the process—when they should not have needed to go so far as to save his life.
But they had no choice. If they could not learn the whereabouts, means of contact, and plans of the other Apocalypse Myth members from Red, then three days later, this country would likely face a terrible disaster.
At that moment, under Red's bewildered gaze, Mr. Clown produced a Remote Control from his palm as if by magic.
As Red seemed to realize what was coming, Mr. Clown smiled and extended a finger. Right before