From the moment he was brought to this military base instead of the Presidential Palace, Cornelius had known the Italians were beginning to suspect him. But as the president of a country, he was not particularly afraid.
As long as the Italians had no conclusive evidence and he refused to admit anything, they could do nothing to him. As for deductions, this was real life, not a detective novel. You could not convict someone on deductions alone, especially not a head of state.
And torture? What a joke. Did they think Greece's armed forces would just... Did they think the international community would not be in an uproar?
Of course, taking this stance would leave a bad impression. Once word got out, he would face plenty more criticism. But for the Golden Apple, it was all worth it.
"President Mussolonia, I deeply sympathize with what your country has suffered. I know it has endured unbearable pain. But that is no reason to spread lies about me. If you continue to accuse me without evidence of releasing Typhon, I can only say that I deeply regret it."
Mussolonia's face darkened as Cornelius stubbornly refused to admit anything. Without a confession, there really was nothing he could do.
With anyone else, he could have had people force a confession out of them. Combined with a truth serum or something similar, they would have talked. But with Cornelius, he first had to make sure the man suffered not the slightest physical harm. Then he had to keep him in good spirits, without a trace of resentment. Otherwise, who would dare visit Italy again?
Under those circumstances, many conventional and unconventional methods were off the table.
He had considered taking the case to an international court, of course. But at the rate those courts