Chapter 523: The Response
Chapter 523: The Response
"What did you say? Prince Andre killed the entire royal family?!?"
Just as Prince Andre carried the cryo-chamber and boarded the carriage, leaving the palace, Lyon and the others had also completed the initial 'interrogation' of Felicia.
After learning about the current situation of the Corlock Royal Family from the Emerald-Eyed Maiden, the cleaners from the Scorpio Division, both living and dead, were all stunned. Even Lyon couldn't help but shrink his pupils in shock.
Although they had some vague guesses about the Corlock Royal Family's plight, hearing confirmation from one of the 'victims' themselves still surprised Lyon.
It was important to remember that the primary objective of this investigation mission was to ensure the continuation of the Corlock Royal bloodline. Yet, in the entire Corlock Kingdom, the only two individuals who could be considered 'alive' were the strange young girl before them and the culprit himself, Prince Andre.
This was truly...
Lyon subconsciously shook his head slightly, then gestured for Alger and the others to remain calm. He continued his questioning, "Then, what's your story? Why did he kill all the royal family members but spare you?"
"I... maybe because I'm his sister?"
Feeling that revealing her true identity as Artifex 01 would only lead to a more tragic fate, the Emerald-Eyed Maiden sniffed, her eyes welling up with tears as she lied, "Prince Andre still values family. That's why he... Oh! Stop! Stop! Ahaha! Ahahaha! Don't!"
"Let me remind you again, lying to me won't help your situation."
Holding a small tuft of freshly plucked wool, Lyon scratched Felicia's fair and tender skin, saying earnestly, "It's best if you cooperate and tell me why he spared you alone and what's going on with your soul!"
"I..."
Felicia struggled, kicking her legs a few times, but she couldn't escape Lyon's grip. She closed her eyes in despair and shouted defiantly, "I won't tell you! Even if... Ouch! Ahaha! Ahahaha!"
Seeing her stubbornness, Lyon continued to scratch her with the wool, as she couldn't bear the 'torture.'
The Black Sheep, a formidable demon, even in its current state of decline, still boasted high-quality wool—light, smooth, soft, and dense. It was far superior to ordinary wool and was perfect for tickling one's feet.
Before Lyon could scratch for long, Felicia, subjected to this 'torture,' cried out, her toes curling like a shrimp's as her fair feet formed tiny horizontal creases.
Her entire body contorted like a belly-up frog, her slender legs kicking and struggling to no avail. She couldn't break free from Lyon's iron grip and could only laugh and cry, saying, "You... keep scratching! Even if I itch to death... Ahahaha! I won't tell! You... you can't... boo-hoo... you won't find out... Ahahaha!"
She was surprisingly stubborn...
After scratching for seven or eight minutes, Lyon saw sweat beads on Felicia's face, her hairline and bangs damp with perspiration, sticking to her forehead in clumps. She stubbornly refused to speak, so Lyon temporarily abandoned this method of interrogation and turned to the other cleaners.
"Seniors, do any of you have another way to make her talk?"
"Well... we do have ways to make people talk, but they might not be suitable for her..."
The cleaners from the Scorpio Division glanced at each other and shook their heads, replying helplessly, "She's a member of the Corlock Royal Family and still a child. Our methods are too harsh for her body to endure, and her soul is also... unique. It seems to have its own set of rules that we don't understand."
So, you can't be of any help?
Lyon opened his mouth, sighed, and said nothing more, but it felt like he had said everything.
Feeling embarrassed by his sigh, the senior cleaners from the Scorpio Division exchanged glances, and Robin spoke up with a suggestion, "How about this: since you can tell if she's lying, let's try to guess as much as possible. If we guess close enough, her soul will react, and we can understand the situation without her speaking.
"The question is, how do we even begin to guess?"
Lyon spread his hands, "It's not that it's impossible, but we need to ask the right questions to know if the outcome is correct or not. But with the limited intelligence we have, we don't even know how to formulate the questions, so we're at a complete loss."
"This..."
The group from the Scorpio Division fell silent as well. After a brief moment, the female purifier, Mona, seemed to have an idea. She hesitantly suggested, "If the issue is a lack of information, how about we raid the archives in Sector 3? They hold many valuable resources from the Corlock Kingdom. Perhaps we can find some inspiration there."
"That's a good idea... Let's go! The vehicle is here."
Lyon nodded and, without hesitation, knocked out the emerald-eyed girl who glared at him. He hoisted her bare-footed body onto his shoulder and headed towards the nearby station.
"We've already delayed enough. Ruben's ability has worn off, and we need to hurry to the Embassy District to pick up our companions. They might have found a way to locate the King.
Once we've picked them up, we'll kidnap the Ambassador, search for the Fourth-Level Scholar's information, and see if we can locate Zone 1 through him, and ultimately find the core of Atifia 01. Plus, the archives are also in Sector 3, so we can take care of all three tasks at once!"
...
The next day.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the Corlock Kingdom, it's time for the morning news broadcast."
As the sun gracefully rose above the uniform skyline, casting its rays upon the kingdom's land, a sweet voice echoed through the metallic street speakers.
"Yesterday, Sector 38 suffered an attack. A group of fugitives from the Aurion Kingdom used homemade dangerous weapons, causing an explosion that severely damaged most of Sector 38.
The adjacent Sector 2 Military Zone and Sector 9 Production Zone also experienced collapses due to the blast's impact, resulting in the injury of over 150 citizens.
Fortunately, no fatalities occurred, and the main members of the criminal group have been captured or neutralized. The three blocks affected by the attack will reopen within 15 days..."
"Ugh... So noisy..."
Awoken by the broadcast outside, a man with messy hair and beard grumbled. He got out of bed, grabbed the scholar's robe hanging on the nearby rack, and quickly put it on. Meanwhile, the sweet broadcast continued outside.
"Additionally, another group of fugitives attacked Sector 3 shortly after.
The criminals broke into the embassy, kidnapped the ambassador, ransacked the place, and then raided the archives, stealing numerous valuable documents. Their current whereabouts are unknown, so citizens are advised to exercise caution.
The main perpetrator of this group is a young man with black hair and eyes, handsome with a slender build..."
Wow, two attacks in one day, it's been quite an eventful time lately...
After listening to the entire broadcast, the unkempt middle-aged man shook his head. He picked up a razor and began shaving, thinking to himself.
Fortunately, I'm a scholar from Zone 1, and I use the exclusive, non-public pathways. It's unlikely I'll encounter any criminals... Wait... What the hell is this?
Looking into the mirror, he saw a man smiling back at him, and his mind went blank. His eyes widened in shock.
What the hell? I'm looking into the mirror, why is the reflection not me but a young man with black hair and eyes? Hmm... A young man with black hair and eyes... He feels somewhat familiar...
(End of Chapter)
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