Dragon Blood Project.
Tales knitted his brows, struggling to forget the discomfort that night had brought him.
As he gazed at the distracted Morat, he could not help thinking of Crown Prince Midir, whom he had never met.
It was hard to imagine that man, who also sat in a wheelchair and whom Gilbert, Jinnie, and even the Black Prophet praised without end, could change the rules of the game in Dragon Country completely while chatting and laughing as he strategized.
Yet Tales remembered those stone urns in the Star Kingdom's tomb.
As a prince and the heir to the kingdom, he had been unable to save himself.
Just then, the door at the other end of the interrogation room was violently shoved open.
Tales came back to himself. A richly dressed man with a black hood over his head and shackles on his wrists was roughly escorted inside by two burly men and brought before Raphael.
"Whoever you are, whatever you want, we can talk this out..."
The man stumbled along awkwardly, looking utterly miserable, yet he still tried to persuade them.
Unfortunately, the burly men did not budge. They roughly forced the man into a chair, then pulled up the chain attached to his shackles and locked it into a ring on the table. They left his hood on.
"Who's that?" Tales asked in a low voice.
Morat merely raised one finger, signaling him to wait.
The escorts left the interrogation room without looking back. For a moment, the only sound inside was the man's nervous breathing.
Then Raphael coldly walked behind him and yanked off the black hood covering the richly dressed man's head.
Blinded by the sudden light, the prisoner squinted and turned his head awkwardly. It took him nearly a minute to adjust.
He looked