The smile froze on Truda's face.
Since when had there been someone else in the interrogation room?!
Why hadn't he noticed?!
The voice continued-
"Are you wondering why you didn't notice me entering the interrogation room? Naturally, it was because you were getting excited from being whipped with Simon's belt!
You looked just as disgusting and nauseating as that smile of yours."
The voice behind Truda spoke unhurriedly.
The Hidden Pawn disguised as a coachman immediately roared.
"Come out!"
"I know it's you!"
"Arthur Credos!"
Tap, tap.
Faint footsteps sounded behind him again. Truda calculated the distance, and when his target was about to reach the position he had anticipated-
Bleugh!
He spewed greenish acid.
But the sudden attack missed.
Sss! Sss!
The distinctive sizzling of acid striking the floor and walls made the somewhat stunned Truda look utterly ridiculous. Then the Hidden Pawn roared again.
"Come out!"
"Get out here, you... urgh! Aaaaaah!"
The agony of having his balls crushed turned the Hidden Pawn's roar into a scream.
Yet a moment later, the Hidden Pawn calmed down.
As though he could no longer feel pain, he murmured to himself.
"Re-Rebellion Suppression... we... ours is... supreme glory!"
Then his head lolled to one side.
He stopped breathing.
In the hidden chamber behind him, Arthur and Malinda looked at the dead Truda with different expressions.
Arthur frowned slightly.
Malinda, however, had expected this all along.
"Have you felt how terrifying the Old Lion's 'lion pride' is now?
The bloodline power unique to the Old Lion's family not only grants extraordinary charisma, making countless people feel favorably toward him at first sight, but once they swear allegiance to him, their thinking changes as well. They come to believe he is their everything and willingly give everything for him.
When the Old Lion