Chris's Faith of Fire

Was it revealed that I was actually a maid to infiltrate to investigate Momonga?Who told Yasha about this? I haven’t mentioned anything related to thieves to anyone else. Could it be Lola!Or is there another traitor who leaked the news... Could it be that Chijiu wants to take this opportunity to get rid of me?

But I am only at the grassroots level in the thieves organization, so there is no need to put in so much effort. What is going on?

It’s unnecessary to think about all this now, how to get rid of this situation now!

Show your cards right away and run away?But there were guards all around, and if I hadn't investigated the course of action in advance, I might have been killed on the spot. I didn't have the "Kris" sword on me, so even if I resisted, it would be impossible.

Oops, Oops!

Am I going to die here?If you were imprisoned in the Tower of Sinners, your fate would definitely be worse than being killed directly.Iron Maiden, piercing?Maybe he will be skinned...

A decision must be made immediately.

Just when I turned around and was about to run away, Duke Asha held my shoulders down. This man was so strong that I couldn't escape for a while.

"Woo, woo woo woo..."

Feelings of powerlessness and fear surged up, and he couldn't suppress the feelings and ended up sobbing.

What should I do? I don’t want to die...let alone be tortured. I can do anything to people like Akaba. I don’t really want to serve her. Please forgive me, Lord Asha!

I really want to say the words to beg for mercy, but when it comes to my mouth, I don’t know how to say it.

It was clear that the fear had completely broken through the shame and dignity, but he still couldn't speak...the words were stuck in his throat and stayed stuck like that.

"Eh? What's wrong Chris...did I hurt you because I was too strong?"

At this time, Lady Asha comforted me with a gentle tone, and something seemed wrong.

"Asha...sir?"

"What's wrong, Chrissy?"

It seemed that the situation was somewhat different from what I imagined... I quickly wiped away my tears with the back of my hand.

"Lord Asha, may I ask what abilities you need from me..."

The fat Duke bumped his right palm with his left fist.

"Ah, I'm sorry, bringing you to a place like this all of a sudden makes you uneasy."

Unknowingly, we have reached the eastern tower. This is a spiraling tower with dim lights. The bricks and rocks are covered with moss. It looks like it has not been repaired for many years. It does make people feel a bit eerie. .But for me, who was used to the sewer full of moisture and smelly water, this was nothing. I didn’t say much and continued to listen to what he said.

"We caught a thief before. His nickname seemed to be 'Flying Squirrel' or something. Anyway, he was just a thief. I thought it was nothing. I originally planned to just let him go, but the group of vassals under me said it was absolutely not possible. This Maybe he was a cadre of the thieves organization or something, but it was a bit alarmist anyway. But it was a bit annoying to keep chattering in my ears every day, so I handed him over to the execution officer directly, and he almost died after using various punishments. The result was that The guy still refused to say anything... It was really a headache. There was no point in continuing to torture the unfortunate guy, so I just let it go. But those vassals said that they must have accepted it if they were so difficult to deal with and refused to say anything. Trained high-level thieves... So I have nothing to say. After all, these thieves are really difficult to deal with. If they can be eradicated, it will be one less thing to worry about. So I thought of you, Chris... you once used Your story and wisdom moved me, how about using the same method on this thief?"

He stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture, waiting for my answer.

I was a little surprised that the Duke said everything at once, and it took me a little time to sort it out.

As previously circulated in the thieves organization, Duke Asha has no independent opinions. He has been manipulated by his vassals and nobles. This is the key point. His participation in this matter is very low or even Don't want to worry about it.

And Momonga seems to have been tight-lipped, which should give Akagi a big sigh of relief, but it seems that those nobles still refuse to give up. Their minds seem to move much faster than Lady Sha, although I don’t like people like that. .

In the end, Asha-sama seemed to want to leave it to me to find out something from him. It seemed like she was really lucky this time.

The time of thinking may seem more like hesitation to Asha-sama. After all, if a little girl is faced with a criminal, no matter who she is, she will be a little hesitant.

I nodded to the Duke.

"Okay, leave it to me."

I don’t know if Momonga knows about my existence. Now is undoubtedly the best time. If I lose it, this infiltration mission will be a failure.

"Oh! As expected of Master Chris, your compassion is as vast as the ocean!"

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that? You are a Duke. What should you do if others see you being so respectful to me?"

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry..."

"Please don't apologize, Lord Asha."

"Got it, Chrissy."

I'm just afraid that the nobles will find something fishy in this abnormal conversation and finally pay attention to me. It seems that there is no such tendency at the moment.

After staying in front of the tower for a long time, we continued to go up. We could see jailers in front of the cells along the way. It seemed that the prisoners detained here were not ordinary people.

"It's here."

After walking for a long time, we found that there were an average of four cells on each floor, but there was only one cell on the top floors.

It seems that their identity is more special and difficult.

"Lord Asha, you actually came in person!"

A man in a brocade robe was standing there. There were big beads of sweat on his head. He looked like he had just done a strenuous exercise.But I smelled an ominous smell from this man's body, a disgusting smell mixed with blood and fat.

"Mr. Fern, is your interrogation over today? What was the result..."

"I'm extremely sorry, but this guy still refuses to say anything."

"That's it. From today on, this matter won't bother you anymore."

"Ah? Sir, what do you mean..."

While asking, the man named Fern turned his attention to me, and Asha also noticed the object he was looking at.

"This is my maid Chris..."

"Maid?"

"Yes, she will be responsible for interrogating this prisoner from now on. This girl is very good at it~"

"what!"

"Didn't you hear clearly? I mean she will be responsible for interrogating the thief Momonga."

Fern's eyes seemed to be in disbelief, and I roughly understood what the situation was like.

He paused, but still clenched his fists.

"With all due respect, Lady Asha...how can such a little girl know so much about interrogation? She can't even pull away the instrument of torture!"

So that’s it, is the sweat on your head just because of handling the torture instruments?What a disgusting coolie...

"I don't use torture instruments."

I couldn't help but interrupt, but the noble's eyes immediately widened, and he seemed to be trying to kill me with his gaze.

"Is there any room for you to interrupt here! Little girl! I don't know what means you used to confuse Lord Asha..."

Halfway through, he realized that he had made a mistake. At this time, Master Asha's expression also turned bad.

He snapped his fingers.

"Guards, please take Master Fern back to rest. He is tired..."

"Yes!"

"Wait! Wait! Master Asha, I have to do this! This little girl can't do it well..."

Being dragged away from the Tower of Sinners by two guards, Lord Fern's shouting even made me forget who the prisoner was for a moment.

Chapter 110 110. Compassion——2

After the troublemaker left, the entire tower seemed to become quiet. Guards stood on both sides wearing armor as if they were immovable decorations.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door that felt like it was about to rot, the smell of blood hit my face.

The room was very dark. Although an oil lamp was lit, the red and black tones made it even more difficult to see the content.

My legs were shaking, and I instinctively wanted to leave this place.In addition to the uneasiness in my heart, there is also a fear that gradually emerges from my chest, which slowly erodes my spirit.

"Lord Asha..."

I stepped back and looked at the Duke, who put out his hand to shield my eyes.

"Someone, clean this place up."

"Yes, sir!" "I obey your instructions."

The guard responded quickly and started to act almost as he spoke.

They are like gargoyles on the eaves of a castle. They are as quiet as ornaments when they are not moving, but they seem to come alive after receiving orders.Do not live according to your own heart, but follow the orders of others.

I was born a princess of the Kingdom of Garnet, and I have long been accustomed to the obedience of others. This pride of being a princess still remains in my character and flows deep in my blood.I once ordered my knights to do some outrageous things...

What I remember most is the incident of punishing Fami.

A spear pierced the boy's chest, and the blood that spilled out stained the soles of my shoes. If my sister Latiya hadn't acted quickly enough, I would have never been able to see the stubborn look of the wolf boy again.

If I hadn't looked him in the face and just escaped like that... everything might have been different.

"It's okay, Lord Asha, please let me see it directly."

"But Chris..."

"If you appoint me to interrogate him, then I must see him." Some brave words come out of his mouth so easily.

Chris loves to cry and is a soft-footed shrimp. From my own perspective, she seems a bit masochistic, but she is still unable to say the bottom line.

The thick palm left my sight, and the man in front gradually revealed his miserable look.

It was the same as imagined, or worse... The whole body was covered with bright red cracks, no one was healed, and the surrounding environment of the room was not damp.Perhaps it's because the height of the tower makes it easier for water to evaporate. On this Anatolian summer, just imagining it makes you know how painful it is to be locked here.

From the understanding of Momonga, the man was only in his 30s, but now the sunlight shining through the high iron windows was scorching the man for a long time, and his skin began to fall off and become red and swollen.His limbs were so thin that one doubted whether the shackles could hold him.

What's even more frightening is that this man's belly is swollen and he looks like he has no water in him. He only has three fingers on each side, but his thumbs are still well placed on his hands as if to prevent him from escaping.Even though he was so close, the man still didn't raise his head. His black hair was already oily and frizzy. He would have been unbearable, but the man in front of him definitely couldn't care about such trivial matters.

"Chris, stop looking, and you're too close."

His Excellency the Duke took my hand, and being held in his arms like this immediately filled me with fear.

"Please heal him!"

"what?"

"Please cure this man, otherwise you won't be able to find out anything. He is already dying!"

Obviously I was not hurt in any way, but my skin seemed to start to itch, and it felt like a sharp knife was stuck in my throat. I frowned, not knowing what expression to make.

"grown ups……"

I'm almost begging. I don't know why I have to fight so hard for a stranger... Probably no one can bear to see people like this, as long as they have modern common sense.

"I see...Hey! Call the therapist over by the way."

"Understood, Lord Asha!"

Duke Asha gave another order to the guards who had not gone far, and then I heard the clear sound of metal boots stepping on the floor tiles gradually away. For some reason, I turned around and hugged the fat Duke.

"Chris? What's wrong with you? Are you scared?"

He shook his head.

"That's it."

He also reached out and touched my head. Although this man was bloated, he was not short in stature. Even if I put my hands together, I couldn't touch his back.Maybe right now, I just want to hold something...

A burst of green light lit up, and I saw Momonga's body gradually recovering. Although the wounds began to heal, his complexion had not recovered at all.

The skin is black and yellow, and the body is very thin.

"Can you bring me water?" I asked the guard on the side, and he nodded in understanding.

"Are you going to pour water on him to wake him up? Got it, Miss Chrissy!"

After a while, the guard brought a wooden bucket and a ladle. I scooped up water and put it against the man's lips.

"Danger! Miss Chris."

"It's okay, don't come over..."

I stretched out my hand to stop the guards who rushed to my side. It would be better to say that they were more dangerous behind me.

His dry lips were almost the same color as a wooden spoon. Even if he was woken up many times, he didn't seem to drink any water. If he lowered his head and wanted to lick the ground, he would be kicked in the head by the watcher.

Poor guy, can't he open his mouth?

Just as I was thinking this, I felt the wooden scoop being bitten gently, and it seemed like there was still a trace of breath.

Great, I quickly held his chin with one hand and put the water into Momonga's stomach bag.

"Cough...cough..."

The coughing sound that was so weak that it was almost inaudible allowed him to show his vitality.