The Romance Of The Kingdom

Chapter 6: The Kaspian Pride

#Attention contains violence, if you do not want to read on please skip until (*****) is seen, Happy reading.#

Hektor walked into a passageway located in the basement of the palace. On the right side of the hall was a neat row of prison rooms. The room containing those who destroyed the Kaspian honor.

Hektor did not glance at them at all or even look in their direction. He continued to walk down the dark and wet hallway which was decorated with makeshift lights. The location of the prison was under the palace grounds and it was the worst place in Kaspian. At the end of the hall is a room that is most feared in the Kaspian is the room of interrogation.

From the room came a cry of pain and the sound of someone working with objects made of iron. Below here such a sound is common and becomes a lullaby rhythm for the inhabitants of this place.

Hektor opened the door and in it a man turned to look at him. The man turned his head as he continued to immerse one's head into a tub filled with water. The man was Emerson, the Knight in charge of overseeing the course of the interrogation in the room and not infrequently he himself had to intervene.

"How is the Prince doing?."

Emerson kept the poor man's head buried while throwing questions at Hektor. For Hektor, such a scene was commonplace down here. Emerson even did his job while smiling at Hektor.

"It's getting better."

Emerson pulled out the man's head that was starting to run out of breath. Hektor saw the man's face completely battered and the man tried to breathe with the rest of his strength. Emerson again buried the man's head as his breathing stabilized. It continued for the next few minutes and Hektor only looked at it all with a cold gaze.

"Did you get anything?."

Emerson pulled back the man's body and laid him on the floor. The man tried to breathe and his body looked very limp.

"Not many .. only a few names that are already on the list."

The man looked at Emerson with completely terrified eyes.

"Hey servant master, has enough rest? let's hear again the story that was cut between us."

"Am ... also .. a .. ti .. k ..."

Emerson covered the man's mouth with his left hand wrapped in black gloves.

"Sssst, I just want to hear your name and where you're from, not confide in your matter, sir"

Men realize he's really dealing with the wrong kingdom. He remembers when his boss assigned him to sneak in the Caspian kingdom. Gather information about the death of Queen Cleo and the state of King Alexander as well as other important information.

But plans are increasingly changing as his kingdom plots the destruction of the Kaspian from within. They did so by assassinating Prime Minister Spencer Perceval. The plan went smoothly until the stage where the prime minister they controlled took office.

They began to commit corruption as well as everything that caused the Kaspian to be on the verge of collapse. But the plan had to crumble at the hands of Prince Abhlesh who carried out a massive purge among the nobles as well as the officials of the government. Until he was caught and in this room.

The man did not know that Prince Abhlesh had long had a list of their names. It was not in their kingdom and considered Abhlesh as stupid as his father who became a failed King. Things got worse when one by one the spies from the male kingdom disappeared and now he knows what the cause.

Emerson took an iron shaped like a needle. The iron was slightly wider and the length was about the size of an adult's index finger and Emerson did not tie the person up at all. When he saw Emerson carrying the object, the man tried to crawl away from him.

"Hey sir, have you heard of the level of pain in your fingertips?."

Emerson held the man's body with his feet. He stepped right on the human balance that if pressed humans would not be able to stand. The man wriggled trying to escape and his body was like an animal that did everything possible to escape.

But it was clearly in vain. Now Emerson sat on his back and pulled the man's left hand. Holding one of the man's fingers and as the man tried to glance at him with a panicked face, Emerson brought his face a few inches closer from the man's ear.

"Where are you from?."

One question Emerson asked followed the needle that went in between the man's thumb nails. Painful cries and a few tears were seen as the iron swiveled and moved to the right and left. The pain the man felt was completely out of bounds and the man tried to bite his tongue to end his life.

Of course it was in the prediction of Emerson who first did something to the man. Emerson used his Mana so that the man could not commit suicide. Now the man is trapped in the torment of Emerson and now his 5 left fingers are already adorned with a needle attached between the nails.

"Good."

The man screamed again as Emerson performed a wound-healing technique right on the man's left hand. What Emerson did made the man's flesh close and lock the needle inside. Emerson twists and plays it back making it the same pain it would have created when the needle first came in.

The torture lasted for hours and Emerson did everything he could to enjoy the man's screams. Starting from nails that are pricked and pulled, shins that are smashed with iron that creates a lump as big as a ball of casti. Everything that created pain was unbearable for the man and certainly could not kill him.

If the man's circumstances begin to be critical, Emerson uses his Mana to restore the man's state of body. Emerson repeated the process all the way back from the beginning. Until the man's mind became very chaotic and in his despair the man finally gave up.

"Ar ... ca .. she ...."

"What did you say, sir?"

Emerson brought his face closer to the man and 'Arcadia' was the name that came out of his mouth. Hektor who had just been watching walked towards the man. Hektor squatted before the man to have their eyes on par. He grabbed the man's hair and looked at the face that was completely filled with torment.

"What's the name of the person who sent you?."

The man was no longer able to survive and uncover all the secrets he knew. The man sings the rhythm that Hektor and Emerson are waiting for. Until finally their question and answer session was completed and the man was again languishing in a dungeon in a state of 'damaged'.

All criminals who enter and leave the room will experience the same thing. They will experience torment and when their minds begin to suffer pain, Emerson attacks their minds. Emerson attacked with his Mana and it made his victims easily talk without the slightest lie.

Emerson washed his hands in the sink in the room while Hektor sat with a serious face.

"Whiskey?"

Emerson dried his hands and took two clear glass cups and a bottle of water from the cupboard. Emerson sat opposite Hektor and poured the whisky in Hektor's glass. Hektor picked up the glass and inhaled an extremely strong old woody scent through his nose. It is something that is always done when enjoying the drink.

"Bourbons?"

Emerson smiled and gripped the drink in the same way.

"So what will the Prince do, given his prediction is again on target."

Emerson leaned back and looked at Hektor seriously.

"Most likely the Prince will send the same 'Gift' to Arcadian."

Hearing that Emerson let out a long sigh and again poured the drink in his third glass. Maybe if ordinary people who do it look excessive and it could be the effects of alcohol from the drink began to work. But it was not enough to make Emerson or Hektor who was a Knight lose consciousness or get drunk. That was because the Knights in Kaspian underwent exercises to make their bodies resistant to poison by routinely drinking the poison themselves.

"If Arcadia is like the Roche Kingdom, then you know what it will end up like."

Hektor finished the drink in his glass and got up from the chair.

"I'll go to the Prince and pick up Astrid, the little girl may have already made the Prince dizzy"

Emerson got up and returned the glasses after rinsing them with water and putting the bottle back in place.

"Then I'm coming, it's been a long time since I last saw Astrid"

Emerson precedes Hektor and walks quickly to the place where Abhlesh and Astrid are. Hektor just shook his head to see Emerson's behavior is completely different when it comes to the matter of small children. Hektor catches up with Emerson who left him.

"At least wipe that scent off your idiot shirt".

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Abhlesh lay in the shadow of the tree in the flower garden. While Astrid was busy playing flowers and decorating the prince's clothes and hair with flowers. Their little laughter dyed the garden and their closeness was really like a father looking after his little daughter.

Almost everything about them is almost the same. Starting from the golden hair and blue eyes that are very beautiful like a crystal. Now the little girl sat facing Abhlesh.

"Sister, Astid want to ask Bole?"

Abhlesh nodded with a smile that adorned his face.

"Hmmmm .. Mama always said that you're lonely, are you lonely?"

Abhlesh chuckled softly at the girl's innocent question and when he saw Astrid's astonished face Abhlesh gently rubbed the girl's head.

"As long as Astrid is here, Janet, Nana and everyone else in the palace, sister won't be lonely"

"Why?"

Abhlesh nodded and got up to sit down, while Astrid simply bowed while playing the flower in her hand.

"Why Astrid?"

The girl looked at Abhlesh's face and stood gluing flower petals between Abhlesh's earlobes.

"That's a gift from Astid, if Astid's lonely brother will be brother hehehe's friend"

Astrid runs towards Nana and invites Nana to play with her. While Abhlesh just chuckled at the behavior of his nephew. Seeing the smiles and excitement of the two girls Abhlesh is determined to keep the Caspian kingdom from any distractions and threats.

Even if it would make him a king feared by other kingdoms. At least a small thing like the one before him could not be erased from the Caspian land. Not just in his palace but in the entire Caspian land.

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What about this chapter? if the torture part is a little disturbing forgive saia hahaha that part is important for the continuity of this story and build a bridge to surprise for the next wkwkwkwkwkwkw

quiet Abhlesh is still a good king really, but a King would be meaningless if it could not protect the smallest thing of his kingdom 😌

Thanks to those who have read it and do not forget the likes, comments and Votes yes hehehe your services I will not forget 👌😌

Until dsni first for this chapter , Until Bye2 👋😘

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