Mogwin felt the suffocating pressure around his neck and slowly closed his eyes. He had already arranged a way out for Zoe and Philia. He was not afraid of death. His only regret was that he would die with countless sins to his name, before he had time to atone for them.
Before long, Mogwin felt the suffocating pressure around his neck fade.
"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough!" Mogwin coughed several times before catching his breath.
"Your daughter isn't in the country. She's in the Mid-East. Willy Tybur has already sold her out to them. Heh, how laughable. To avoid offending the Mid-East, he simply handed your daughter over to them. Right now, she's probably struggling against the approach of death over there."
Roald mocked him with a taunting smile.
Mogwin went pale with shock at Roald's words.
"What did you say? My daughter is still in the Mid-East? She's in danger?"
Mogwin immediately recalled Rundstedt's strange reaction and the look Magath had given him, then connected them to the Divine Revelation Plan devised by the Tybur Family.
Mogwin clenched the bedsheets with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead.
"I'm sorry... Zoe..." Mogwin's eyes reddened, and tears began spilling out. Though Zoe was an elite agent, she was ultimately only human. If the Mid-East Allied Forces surrounded her, death would be her only fate.
"I can rescue your daughter," Roald said calmly.
Mogwin snapped his gaze toward Roald, his eyes bloodshot. Like a despairing old man clutching at a lifeline, his gaze brimmed with hope.
"Help me create two thousand Titans."
"All right..." Mogwin's lips moved, trembling, as though he were forcing the words through clenched teeth.
"How long will it take?"
"With an unlimited supply of your blood, day and night, I can complete the transformation of two