Nerijus felt the little knife pressed against his face and shuddered all over.
He did not want to recall what that little knife had just done to his face, but its touch brought every scene back before his eyes.
That exceedingly dull knife had slowly, bit by bit, sliced off his eyelids, nose, lips, and ears.
Pain alone would have been bearable. The Blood Dynasty revered wounds, blood, and suffering.
But those severed parts had fallen carelessly onto the ground, gradually piecing together a grotesque "face" with mismatched features.
Nerijus had felt those parts leave his body bit by bit, and had watched that "face" take shape bit by bit.
The moment he saw that distorted face completed, Nerijus's mind completely broke.
"I'll tell you everything, everything..."
Nerijus had utterly betrayed the oath he had sworn when he joined the dynasty and received his title.
He only wanted to spill everything he knew as quickly as possible and make this agonizing torment stop.
"At first, my Maiden and I landed on the beaches of Limgrave."
"We encountered many enemies along the way, especially Godrick's teams that captured the Tarnished. We barely escaped."
"Through constant fighting, I accumulated quite a few Runes and had her strengthen me several times."
"But the Runes needed to improve my abilities kept increasing. For a long time, I could not grow stronger even once, while the enemies only became more numerous. She could not help me much anymore."
"Then, a man wearing a white mask appeared before me."
"He told me that as long as I killed my Maiden, severed myself from the guidance of the Two Fingers, and pledged my loyalty to the Blood Dynasty, I could gain unparalleled power."
Nerijus paused.
"Haah, of course I agreed."
"Though I was grateful that she had