Outside Tubria City, screams from Byrd Lieutenant Colonel echoed through the military camp's dungeon.
In the interrogation room, Byrd had been tortured beyond recognition, his mind on the verge of collapse.
Aishel sat opposite him with a smile. "Darling, seeing you beaten like this breaks my heart. You should hurry up and tell the truth.
"This isn't as complicated as it seems. Only you had the chance to see the letter Father wrote to me, as well as the orders delivered through top-secret channels.
"And I don't believe you're a spy for those Intis bastards at all. Otherwise, I would have noticed something was wrong with you long ago.
"You can speak freely here. Do you see the chandelier hanging from the ceiling? It's a Sealed Artifact from the Fourth Epoch. It can interfere with hypnosis and Psychological Suggestion, and it can effectively counter the Secrets Keeper ability.
"Here, you have no secrets."
Byrd wept bitterly, his handsome face already covered in wounds. "Aishel, please believe me. I really am just an ordinary spy..."
"That answer is far too disappointing." Aishel waved a hand at the interrogator.
Wearing gloves, the Interrogator carefully brought over a pair of shackles.
"No..." Byrd naturally recognized this Sealed Artifact, but no matter how he struggled, the Interrogator carefully fastened the shackles around his ankles.
The moment the shackles fully closed, Byrd's roar immediately became muffled. His entire body trembled in agony.
Then a foul stench rose from him. The lieutenant colonel, who had always been handsome and well-groomed, had lost control of his bowels.
After about twenty seconds, the Interrogator hurriedly removed the shackles. Byrd immediately slumped his head, as though every bit of strength had been drained from his body.
Aishel rose and clasped her hands behind her back, as if strolling through