The dungeon of the Demon Suppression City naturally couldn’t compare to the triple-layered design of the Courage City, nor did it have the hidden power of the 【Sin Wardens】, or the super fortress led by the kingdom’s ancestor, Miss Edith. But overall, it wasn’t too bad.
The dungeons here were usually not used to imprison demons because once they were discovered in the city, they were either expelled or killed on the spot. So, the dungeons of the Demon Suppression City mostly housed legitimate human criminals. It was said that at least one-third of them were personally sent in by Miss Lan herself.
With the Acting Lord guiding them, Violet and her party naturally had no trouble getting through and soon entered the depths of the dungeon.
The jailer led them to a heavily guarded cell and knocked on the dark metal bars with the butt of his gun.
“Oliver! Get up, there’s a noble here to see you!”
Inside the room was a man who looked to be in his thirties. Although somewhat handsome, his short hair and beard were unkempt due to days of neglect.
He wore the standard gray cloth shirt of the prisoners in the Human United Kingdom, sitting on a hard straw mat bed, wearing handcuffs and ankle shackles, staring blankly at the wall. When he heard the jailer’s call, Oliver turned his head wearily, a hint of confusion on his tired face.
“Didn’t the interrogation end a few days ago? What big shot would come to see me at this time?”
“Why so much talk? Get up when you’re told to get up! Haven’t had enough suffering yet, huh?!”
“............”
After being scolded by the jailer as if it were routine, Oliver fell silent and stopped speaking. He just obediently stood up from the dark corner of the cell, walked out from behind the bars, and faced the girls. He hesitated for a moment, then a sardonic smile appeared on his face.
“I wonder who it could be... Oh, it’s Lady Lan. Are you here to mock me, the defeated underling? It seems like you’re living quite comfortably after your righteous act of exterminating your own kin. Should I address you as the Lady of the City now?”
“Bold! You...!”
The jailer’s face changed, just about to raise his spear to do something, but he was waved off by Lan with a raised hand.
The girl with the twin ponytails, who was being sarcastically mocked, responded calmly with a counterattack.
“Oliver, my actions as Lan Tulls are all done with a clear conscience, and I don’t need someone like you to judge. Spare us the unnecessary talk.”
“The one who wants to see you today is not me, but someone else. Also, I’ll remind you that the final judgment on you criminals has not yet been handed down. Your every word and action now may determine whether you can continue to live in the future. It’s up to you what you do, but I suggest you consider it carefully.”
“Hmph... Fine. I wonder what Lady Lan and her esteemed guests have come to visit for today?”
The Acting Lord did not continue to pay attention to him, simply stepping aside and dismissing the surrounding jailers before nodding to the black-haired girl beside her.
“If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”
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The priestess stepped forward, glancing at the disheveled man.
“Hmm? So, it’s this guy...”
The priestess vaguely remembered this face.
That night, after Lan and Menna’s forces had joined together to wipe out the remnants of the Ghost Thief Group, when the young princess met with the former, the bloodied captive Lan was talking to was this Oliver.
It seemed she must have known the man’s identity back then.
“And who are you?”
However, this guy didn’t seem to have the excellent memory of Miss Violet, even though they had met before, he frowned as if he had encountered a stranger.
Violet didn’t give any good expression to the leader of this large criminal gang, she leisurely said, “You don’t need to know who I am. Just answer a few questions honestly, and don’t try to lie or conceal anything, otherwise you will regret it.”
After bluffing the other party with a few threatening words, regardless of whether this Oliver had listened or not, the priestess went straight to the point.
“How did your Ghost Thief Group steal the Moon Shadow royal cub from the monsters? Who helped you from behind?”
“Uh...”
Oliver’s somewhat disdainful expression suddenly stiffened, obviously, Violet’s first question had hit his taboo.
The man, feeling guilty, shifted his gaze slightly away, still trying to argue.
“You’re not a monster, why do you care about this? Hunters naturally have their own ways. Even the official authorities of the kingdom haven’t fully investigated these matters. Do you also want to rely on these old tricks?”
“..........?”
Not fooled by this clumsy attempt to change the subject, the black-haired girl narrowed her eyes, and a dangerous smile gradually formed at the corner of her mouth.
“I’ve noticed recently that many people are unwilling to answer others’ questions properly, deflecting instead of responding... Where did you find the courage to be so arrogant in front of me... human?”
“Human...? You!”
As if suddenly realizing something, Oliver was about to say something, but his pupils suddenly contracted!
A gleaming spear of crimson-gold light had somehow pierced through his chest, splattering crimson blood everywhere through the bars of the cell, and on the other end of it, held in the delicate fair hand of the black-haired girl!
What? When?
Oliver felt fear and confusion, the instinct unavoidable when life truly approached death.
He couldn’t understand. Clearly, he was one of the leaders of the Ghost Thief Group with the strength of a Earth-level. Why didn’t he even have a chance to see clearly before his heart was pierced in an instant?
What he couldn’t fathom even more was why the other party, clearly wanting to extract something from him, resorted to violence without hesitation or discussion?!
No, she wasn’t human. She definitely wasn’t human! She was something far more powerful and indifferent than humans! She...
The scene quickly blurred. The golden eyes of the girl flashed in his sight. The terrified thoughts of the man abruptly ceased. With no mercy or hesitation, a spear easily took away Oliver’s fragile human life.
“Darn it, when a tiger doesn’t show its might, you think I’m a sick cat...”
With disdain, the black-haired girl’s spear, condensed from golden light, dispersed into dots of light. The man’s body, with eyes wide open in death, collapsed weakly. Blood flowed from the pierced chest, staining the filthy prison ground red.
“Huh? What... happened?!”
“Violet? What are you...?”
After a while, the not-so-worldly-wise Theresa finally exclaimed in surprise, while the corner of a certain acting city lord’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
It wasn’t that she was particularly unhappy that Miss Priestess had killed Oliver. After all, such a heinous fellow would likely be sentenced to death anyway. The things she said just now were simply to string him along.
But just like the fleeting thought Oliver had before dying, Lan couldn’t understand. There were crucial pieces of information they needed from this guy, so why did Violet, after a few evasive remarks, resort to killing directly?
As for her not seeing Miss Priestess’s actions clearly enough to intervene, well, that kind of thing had already been selectively filtered out by Lan’s weathered brain.