Frondier menundukkan kepalanya. Philly memperhatikannya sejenak. Kalau orangnya Frondier, dia benar-benar akan mengikuti keinginan Philly dalam kasus itu, terlepas dari perintah apa pun. Ini tanda kepercayaan pada Philly, tapi sekaligus berarti dia yakin akan keberadaan seorang shill. 'Seorang shill...' [T/N: untuk yang belum tahu apa itu shill seperti saya: kaki tangan penipu atau penjahat yang berpura-pura menjadi pelanggan sungguhan untuk memancing atau mendorong orang lain.] Philly juga sepaham dengan pikiran Frondier. Suara-suara tak menentukan yang sedang terasa di dalam Kekaisaran. Betapapun terkenalnya Frondier dan banyaknya bukti tidak langsung, aneh kalau semuanya bisa menyatu sejauh ini. Ada seseorang yang telah memaksudkan situasi ini. 'Masalahnya bagaimana cara menemukannya.' Jelas sekali, tapi Kekaisaran itu luas, dan orangnya sama banyaknya. Meski mereka menyebutnya secara samar sebagai shill, sulit menangkap harus mulai dari mana. Mungkin Frondier tahu hal itu dan karena itu meminta bantuan Philly. Tak ada yang lebih cocok untuk urusan ini selain Philly. Seluas apa pun Kekaisaran, jangkauan Philly bisa menjangkau ke mana saja, sekalipun harus sedikit mendorong batas. 'Kemungkinan besar orang yang punya kekuatan tertentu. Butuh cukup banyak orang untuk menggelembungkan rumor sebesar ini. Setidaknya, mereka berada di posisi yang bisa memerintah orang lain.' Frondier berkata begitu. Philly mengangguk. Selain itu, mereka juga harus mengenal Frondier sampai batas tertentu. Rumor tanpa dasar sama sekali hanyalah gosip belaka. Agar orang benar-benar curiga, harus ada kemungkinan yang sesuai. 'Mereka pasti sudah menyelidiki Frondier cukup jauh. Atau mereka memang mengenalnya sejak awal. Kalau yang pertama, mempersempit cakupan tetap tidak mudah, tapi kalau yang kedua...' Frondier kini adalah orang terkenal, jadi kalau ada yang berniat menyelidikinya, tidak akan terlalu sulit. Lagi pula, justru karena dia terkenal, kemungkinan diselidiki juga tinggi. Jadi, ada peluang besar mereka sudah menyelidikinya sebelum menyebarkan rumor. Namun, kalau yang kedua, berarti pada akhirnya mereka terhubung dengan Frondier, dan itu langsung mempersempit cakupan. 'Waktu kita tidak banyak. Kalau dibiarkan begini saja, posisi Frondier bisa jadi berbahaya. Kecepatan adalah kunci dalam urusan ini.' Rumor, begitu menyala, cenderung membakar dengan sendirinya. Shill, sebagaimana namanya, tinggal mengipasi apinya. Setelah itu, shill tak lagi diperlukan. Orang-orang akan dengan sendirinya melebih-lebihkan ceritanya. Saefar itu, Elysia bergumam pelan. Kata yang diucapkan Philly entah kenapa menancap di pikiran Elysia. Kepalanya mulai berputar cepat. 'Kalau aku orang yang menyewa shill.' Elysia, yang mewarisi ketenangan dan kemampuan berhitung dari Philly. Selain itu, Elysia mengenal 'psikologi dalang' dari pengalaman. Seorang shill, orang berkuasa, jumlah orang yang cukup banyak. '...Mereka tidak mau ketahuan.' Sempat tidak memahami maksud kata-katanya, Frondier menatapnya. Merasakan tatapan itu, Elysia melambaikan tangan. 'Ah, bukan, cuma pemikiran saja.' 'Bolehkah aku tahu maksudmu?' 'Hmm. Kalau aku seorang shill, atau orang yang mengatur seorang shill.' Sambil berkata begitu, Elysia sedikit menundukkan pandangan. 'Mereka tidak mau ketahuan, kan? Fakta bahwa rumor ini ada karena shill. Itu akan menyulitkan pembentukan opini publik yang mereka inginkan.' '...Benar. Kalau orang tahu bahwa itu bukan rumor murni, mereka akan mulai meragukan keabsahan rumor itu sendiri.' 'Tepat. Tapi Frondier menyadari bahwa pasti ada shill. Bahkan tanpa tahu siapa shill itu.' Frondier merasakan keberadaan seorang shill dalam situasi ini. Bukan karena ada bukti yang jelas. Melainkan karena dia berpikir, 'Mustahil rumor menyebar secepat dan seluas ini, dengan niat seperti itu.' Dengan kata lain, sebaliknya, 'Kalau lawan mengambil waktu yang cukup, keadaan tidak akan jadi seperti ini. Kalau mereka menumbuhkan rumor perlahan dan mengambil waktu secukupnya sambil mempertahankan bukti yang ada, pada saat Frondier menyadari keberadaan shill, dia sudah berada dalam situasi berbahaya.' Benar juga. Alasan Kekaisaran ramai membicarakan Frondier saat ini adalah karena rumor itu tidak sepenuhnya tanpa dasar. Ada sebagian dasar, dan jelas ada kesalahan yang pernah dibuat Frondier. Jadi, lawan sebenarnya bisa menangani ini jauh lebih mudah. 'Tapi mereka tidak melakukannya. Atau, mungkin sebaiknya dikatakan tidak bisa? Pada akhirnya Frondier mulai curiga justru karena kecepatan dan skala yang aneh ini.' 'Kalau begitu, musuh berada dalam situasi yang sama.' 'Mungkin lawan juga kejar setengan waktu?' Penjara dengan keamanan tertinggi di Kekaisaran ini, saat itu menahan lebih banyak tahanan daripada biasanya. Sebab semua tokoh kunci dari perang melawan Manggot dikumpulkan di sini. Tentu saja, banyak dari mereka yang melakukan pengkhianatan dengan menyasar Kaisar telah dieksekusi, tapi tidak semua tokoh penting mati. Ada yang vonisnya masih menunggu karena alasan selain beratnya kejahatan. 'Bajingan itu tidak punya niat sedikit pun untuk membuka mulut.' Kata Esther, kepala penjara Morion. Saat ini dia menerima pengunjung langka. Pengunjung itu mengangguk berat mendengar kata-kata Esther. Dia datang ke Morion. Keduanya menatap seseorang yang duduk tenang di balik jendela kaca. Seorang pria yang telah menutup mulut selama beberapa jam di ruang interogasi. 'Sudah kuduga. Dia tidak akan membuka mulut semudah itu.' 'Kalau dia inti dari Manggot, setidaknya sepanjang itulah dia.' Pria di balik jendela kaca itu adalah Hagley. Azier datang ke sini hari ini untuk menyelidiki 'Bahasa Kuno'. Bahasa Kuno yang ditemukan di dalam Manggot. Sudah barang tentu Hagley berhubungan dengan Bahasa Kuno. Lebih jauh lagi, dia mungkin satu-satunya orang yang mampu membaca Bahasa Kuno itu. 'Aku tidak mengerti. Kita tidak memintanya mengkhianati Manggot. Hanya berbicara tentang Bahasa Kuno saja sudah akan memperpendek vonisnya. Kenapa dia menolak tawaran seperti itu?' 'Mungkin, dari sudut pandang Hagley, itu justru pengkhianatan yang lebih besar.' Mata Esther berbinar dingin mendengar jawaban Azier. '...Jadi, memang benar bajingan itu tahu sesuatu tentang Bahasa Kuno.' 'Boleh dibilang begitu.' 'Berarti aku harus bicara langsung dengannya.' 'Interogasi tidak akan berhasil padanya.' 'Ya. Aku juga tidak berharap mendapatkan apa-apa. Tapi ada hal-hal yang baru tahu kalau berhadapan langsung.' 'Contohnya, ada berapa tahi lalat di wajahnya.' Ini guyonan, bukan? Ekspresi Azier begitu serius sampai sulit menebaknya. Azier berjalan mendekat dan membuka pintu ruang interogasi. Hagley, yang sampai tadi tidak menunjukkan minat pada apa pun, sedikit membelalakkan mata saat melihat Azier. Tapi tak lama, seperti kecewa, matanya kembali tertunduk. 'Siapa yang salah kamu sangka?' 'Siapa lagi? Frondier.' Azier duduk di seberang Hagley. 'Aku dan adikku sebenarnya tidak terlalu mirip.' Frondier dengan wajahnya yang santai dan rileks, Azier dengan wajahnya yang tegas. Mereka bersaudara, tapi sangat mudah dibedakan. 'Kamu tidak tahu, ya? Kalian berdua cukup mirip. Frondier sendiri mungkin merasakannya.' '...Kamu sepertinya tahu banyak tentang Frondier. Kenapa kamu mencari adikku?' 'Mencari? Justru sebaliknya. Dia orang terakhir yang ingin kutemui.' Wajah Hagley berkerut seolah baru saja teringat wajah Frondier. Saat itu Azier menyadari bahwa pengetahuan Hagley tentang Frondier bukan sekadar gertakan. 'Orang itu cara berpikirnya licik. Ya, dalam hal itu, dia berbeda darimu. Aku akui. Adikmu tidak semurni dan sejujur dirimu.' Esther, yang mendengarkan dari balik jendela kaca, tanpa sadar mengangguk. Kalau Azier murni atau bukan itu soal pendapat, tapi dibandingkan Frondier, dia bisa dianggap sangat lugas dan bersih. 'Tapi kamu juga datang ke sini untuk menggali sesuatu dariku, kan? Azier de Roach.' 'Maukah kamu menjawab kalau kutanya?' 'Tentu saja. Selama ini aku bekerja sama dengan baik. Aku juga tidak tahu kenapa kalian masih menahanku di sini.' Hagley menggelengkan kepala. Ekspresi lelah yang tulus di wajahnya cukup berbakat sebagai akting. 'Kalau begitu aku juga mau bertanya. Kalimat-kalimat yang ditulis dalam Bahasa Kuno di Manggot. Apa isinya?' 'Itu jawaban yang sama sekali berbeda dari yang barusan kamu ucapkan. Memang seperti dugaanku.' 'Aku benar-benar tidak tahu. Sudah kukatakan dari awal, apa dasarnya kamu mengira aku bisa membaca Bahasa Kuno?' 'Kalian punya Bahasa Kuno di sarang kalian.' 'Benar. Kami membangun sarang itu 'karena' ada Bahasa Kuno. Dengar, Azier. Aku tidak tahu apa yang salah kamu sangka, tapi Bahasa Kuno itu, sesuai namanya, adalah bahasa yang digunakan di masa 'kuno'. Mustahil ditulis belakangan. Kami, sama seperti kalian, 'menemukannya'. Kami hanya menemukannya sedikit lebih awal.' Benar. Mereka tahu itu. Huruf-huruf yang ditemukan para ilmuwan kekaisaran yang tiba di Manggot semuanya rusak parah dan aus dimakan waktu. Tapi sebaliknya, juga sulit menganggap mereka ditulis sangat lama sekali. Setidaknya, mengingat mereka ditulis pada masa ketika Bahasa Kuno digunakan, kondisi pengawetannya terlalu bagus. 'Kami menemukan jejak banyak sekali bahan penelitian di dalam gua itu. Sebagian besar sudah terbakar.' 'Nah, benar kan. Saat aku melangkah masuk, perang sudah terlihat suram.' Hagley telah memerintahkan penghancuran total semua penelitian tentang Bahasa Kuno sejak awal perang. Dia tidak mengira Belphegor akan kalah, tapi dia sudah menilai sejak awal bahwa mustahil Gembala Manggot bisa menjangkau Istana Kekaisaran. Hasilnya, pikirannya tepat. Manggot kalah, dan para ilmuwan Kekaisaran menyisir bagian dalam Manggot. 'Kalian melakukan penelitian sebesar itu, tapi tidak bisa membaca Bahasa Kuno?' 'Kalau kamu ingin mengejek hasil penelitian kami, silakan saja. Aku juga mengejeknya.' Percakapan mereka tidak ke mana-mana. 'Kalau kamu begitu penasaran dengan kalimat yang tertulis di sana, tunjukkan saja pada adikmu.' '...Apa maksudmu?' Hagley tersenyum nakal di titik itu. 'Karena Frondier bisa membaca Bahasa Kuno.' Azier, untuk pertama kalinya sejak datang, menunjukkan ekspresi yang bermakna. Merasa hal itu menghibur, Hagley melanjutkan. 'Oh, kamu tidak tahu? Frondier punya bakat untuk membaca Bahasa Kuno. Aku menemukannya dan memancingnya ke Manggot. Bahkan kurangkat seorang bawahan perempuan padanya. Dia membagikan segalanya tentang Bahasa Kuno dengan cukup lancar lewat itu.' Hagley berbicara dengan penuh semangat. Bahwa Frondier telah 'sengaja' membocorkan informasi tentang Bahasa Kuno. Kalau dipikir-pikir sekarang, pengetahuan yang disampaikan Frondier kepada Manggot melalui Selena hanyalah cabang pinggir, dan dia dengan halus menghindari inti persoalannya. Karena Selena telah mengkhianati Manggot dan berpihak pada Frondier, dia menganggap hal ini hampir pasti. 'Berkat itu, aku belajar cukup banyak tentang Bahasa Kuno. Dengar, Azier, Bahasa Kuno pada dasarnya ditulis dengan Mana yang tercampur di dalamnya. Jadi, sekarang karena Mana yang tercampur dalam huruf-huruf itu telah menguap, mustahil untuk membacanya. Kecuali punya bakat alami seperti Frondier. Ya, meski begitu pun dia akhirnya tidak tahu segalanya. Dia tetap tidak bisa membaca kalimat-kalimat di Manggot.' '...Berhenti mengoceh. Adikku punya kemampuan seperti itu...' Kata-kata Azier terhenti di situ. Hagley memutar bibirnya dan berkata dengan mengejek. 'Apakah jadi masalah kalau Frondier punya kemampuan seperti itu? Azier. Dari caramu bicara, sepertinya tak seorang pun di keluarga Roach menyadari bakat itu? Padahal kalian bersama sebagai keluarga selama sekian lama! Hahaha! Azier, kamu memang benar-benar pendekar pedang! Kamu memang putra Enfer yang menyandang nama Dinding Besi!' Meja di tengah bergeser ke belakang, menjatuhkan Hagley. Deg, deg, Azier berjalan mendekati Hagley yang terjatuh, mencengkeram kerahnya, dan menghamburkannya ke dinding. Jendela kaca yang ditempati Esther bergetar seolah akan pecah, dan Azier mengangkat Hagley dengan kerahnya. Esther berteriak dari seberang, tapi tentu saja suaranya tidak sampai ke ruang interogasi. Bahkan kalau sampai, Azier akan mengabaikannya. 'Akan kubunuh kau di sini.' 'Keu, haha. Silakan! Dengan rencana Manggot yang hancur berantakan, hidupku tak lagi bernilai! Seharusnya aku sudah mati sejak lama! Azier de Roach! Cukup suatu kehormatan mati di tanganmu! Hahahahaha!' Gigi geraham Azier menggemeretak. Pendekar pedang, Azier. Baginya, yang bahkan menumbuhkan amarah dengan dingin, Hagley terus berteriak. 'Azier! Akulah yang pertama kali menyadari bakat Frondier! Bakat yang bahkan tidak kalian kenali, kakaknya sendiri!'
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Frondier bowed his head. Philly watched him for a moment. If it were Frondier, he would truly follow Philly's wishes in that case, regardless of the command. This was a sign of trust in Philly, but it also meant that he was certain of the existence of a shill. 'A shill...' [T/N: for those who don’t know what shill is like me: an accomplice of a confidence trickster or swindler who poses as a genuine customer to entice or encourage others.] Philly also agreed with Frondier's thoughts. The unsettling voices currently being felt within the Empire. No matter how famous Frondier was and how much circumstantial evidence there was, it was strange for things to come together to this extent. There was someone who had intended this situation. 'The problem is how to find them.' It was obvious, but the Empire was vast, and there were just as many people. Even if they vaguely referred to them as a shill, it was difficult to grasp where to start. Perhaps Frondier knew this and had asked Philly for help. There was no one more suitable than Philly for this issue. No matter how vast the Empire was, Philly's reach could extend anywhere, even if it meant pushing things a bit. "It's likely someone with a certain degree of power. A considerable number of people would be needed to inflate a rumor of this magnitude. At the very least, they would be in a position to command others." Frondier said. Philly nodded. In addition to that, they would need to know Frondier to a certain extent. A rumor without any basis was merely gossip. For people to truly become suspicious, a corresponding possibility had to be presented. 'They would have investigated Frondier quite a bit. Or they knew him from the beginning. If it's the former, it's still not easy to narrow down the scope, but if it's the latter...' Frondier was now a celebrity, so if someone decided to investigate him, it wouldn't be too difficult. Moreover, because he was a celebrity, the possibility of being investigated was high. So, there was a good chance that they had investigated him before starting the rumors. However, if it was the latter case, it meant that they were ultimately connected to Frondier, which would immediately reduce the scope. "We don't have much time. If we leave things as they are, Frondier's position could become dangerous. Speed is key in this matter." Rumors, once ignited, tend to burn on their own. The shill, as the name suggests, simply fans the flames. After that, there's no need to use a shill. People will naturally exaggerate the story. 𝖗å₦ΟʙƐš At that moment, Elysia muttered softly. The word Philly said somehow stuck in Elysia's mind. Her mind began to race. 'If I were someone who hired a shill.' Elysia, who had inherited calmness and calculation skills from Philly. In addition, Elysia knew the 'psychology of the mastermind' from experience. A shill, a person with power, a considerable number of people. "...They wouldn't want to get caught." Not understanding the meaning of her words for a moment, Frondier looked at her. Noticing his gaze, Elysia waved her hand. "Ah, no, it was just a thought." "Mei I ask what you mean?" "Hmm. If I were a shill, or someone handling a shill." Saying that, Elysia lowered her eyes slightly. "They wouldn't want to get caught, right? The fact that this rumor was due to a shill. That would make it difficult to form the desired public opinion." "...That's right. If people find out that it's not a pure rumor, they'll start to doubt the authenticity of the rumor itself." "Right. But Frondier realized that there must be a shill. Without even knowing who the shill is." Frondier sensed the existence of a shill in this situation. It wasn't because there was clear evidence. It was because he thought, 'There's no way the rumors would spread this quickly and this widely, with such intention.' In other words, conversely, "If the opponent had taken enough time, things wouldn't have turned out . If they had slowly grown the rumors and taken enough time while maintaining the existing evidence, by the time Frondier realized the existence of a shill, he would already be in a dangerous situation." That's right. The reason why the Empire was buzzing with talk about Frondier right now was because the rumors weren't entirely baseless. There was some basis, and there were clearly mistakes that Frondier had made. So, the opponent could have handled things much more easily than this. "But they didn't do that. Or rather, should I say they couldn't? In the end, Frondier started to have doubts because of this strange speed and scale." "Then, the enemy is in the same situation." "Maybe the opponent is also pressed for time?" This, the Empire's highest-security prison, was holding more prisoners than ever before. This was because all the key figures from the war with Manggot were gathered here. Of course, many of those who had committed the treason of targeting the Emperor had been executed, but not all the important figures were dead. There were those whose sentences were still pending for reasons other than the severity of their crimes. "That bastard has no intention of opening his mouth." Esther, the warden of Morion, said. She was currently receiving a rare visitor. The visitor nodded heavily upon hearing Esther's words. He had come to Morion. The two of them looked at someone sitting quietly beyond the glass window. A man who had kept his mouth shut for several hours in the interrogation room. "I expected as much. He wouldn't open his mouth so easily." "If he's at the core of Manggot, he would be at least that much." The man inside the glass window was Hagley. Azier had come here today to investigate the 'Ancient Language'. The Ancient Language found within Manggot. It went without saying that Hagley was related to the Ancient Language. Furthermore, he was possibly the only person who might be able to decipher the Ancient Language. "I don't understand. It's not like we're asking him to betray Manggot. Just talking about the Ancient Language would significantly reduce his sentence. Why would he refuse such a deal?" "Perhaps, from Hagley's perspective, that would be a greater betrayal." Esther's eyes gleamed coldly at Azier's response. "...So, it's definitely true that that bastard knows something about the Ancient Language." "That would be the case." "I guess I'll have to talk to him myself." "Interrogation doesn't work on him." "Yes. I don't expect to get anything out of it either. But there are things you only know when you face them directly." "How many moles he has on his face." Was this a joke? Azier's expression was so serious that it was difficult to tell. Azier walked over and opened the door to the interrogation room. Hagley, who had shown no interest in anything until then, widened his eyes slightly when he saw Azier. But soon, as if disappointed, his eyes sank again. "Who did you mistake me for?" "Who else? Frondier." Azier sat down opposite Hagley. "My brother and I don't really look alike." Frondier with his languid and relaxed face, Azier with his sharp features. They were brothers, but it was very easy to tell them apart. "You don't know, do you? You two are quite similar. Frondier himself probably feels it." "...You seem to know quite a bit about Frondier. Why were you looking for my brother?" "Looking for him? It's the opposite. He's the last person I want to meet." Hagley's face contorted as if he had just recalled Frondier's face. At that moment, Azier realized that Hagley's knowledge of Frondier wasn't just a bluff. "That guy has a devious way of thinking. Yeah, in that sense, he's different from you. I'll admit it. Your brother isn't as pure or upright as you." Esther, who was listening from behind the glass window, unknowingly nodded her head. Whether Azier was pure was a matter of opinion, but compared to Frondier, he could be considered very clear and clean. "But you also came here to dig something out of me, didn't you? Azier de Roach." "Will you answer if I ask?" "Of course. I've been cooperating kindly so far. I don't know why you're still holding me here." Hagley shook his head. The genuinely tired look on his face was quite the acting skill. "Then I'll ask too. The sentences written in the Ancient Language in Manggot. What do they say?" "That's a completely different answer from what you just said. As expected." "So, I really don't know. I've been saying this all along, but why do you think I can read the Ancient Language?" "You have the Ancient Language in your hideout." "Right. We built the hideout 'because' there was the Ancient Language. Look, Azier. I don't know what you're mistaken about, but the Ancient Language is literally a language used in 'ancient' times. It couldn't have been written later. We, like you, 'discovered' it. We just discovered it a little earlier." Right. They knew that. The letters discovered by the imperial scholars who arrived at Manggot were all severely damaged and worn down by the passage of time. But conversely, it was also difficult to think that they were written that long ago. At least, considering that they were written during the time when the Ancient Language was used, their state of preservation was too good. "We found traces of numerous research materials inside that cave. Most of them were already burned." "Well, that's true. By the time I stepped in, the war was already looking bleak." Hagley had ordered the complete destruction of all research on the Ancient Language early on in the war. He hadn't thought Belphegor would lose, but he had judged beforehand that it would be impossible for the Shepherds of Manggot to reach the Imperial Palace. As a result, his thinking was correct. Manggot had been defeated, and scholars from the Empire were combing through the interior of Manggot. "You conducted that much research, and you can't read the Ancient Language?" "If you want to mock our research achievements, feel free to do so. I'm mocking them too." The conversation wasn't going anywhere. "If you're so curious about the sentences written there, just show them to your brother." "...What do you mean?" Hagley smirked at that point. "Because Frondier can read the Ancient Language." Azier, showing a meaningful expression for the first time since he arrived. Finding it amusing, Hagley continued. "Oh, you didn't know? Frondier has a talent for deciphering the Ancient Language. I discovered that and lured him to Manggot. I even attached a female subordinate to him. He spilled the beans about the Ancient Language quite well with that." Hagley spoke with excitement. That Frondier had 'intentionally' revealed information about the Ancient Language. Looking back now, the knowledge that Frondier had conveyed to Manggot through Selena was merely a side branch, and he had subtly avoided the core aspects. Since Selena had betrayed Manggot and stood by Frondier's side, he considered this to be almost certain. "Thanks to that, I learned quite a bit about the Ancient Language. Look, Azier, the Ancient Language was originally written with Mana mixed in. So, now that the Mana mixed in the letters has dissipated, it's impossible to decipher it. Unless you have a natural talent like Frondier. Well, even he didn't know everything in the end. He couldn't decipher the sentences in Manggot after all." "...Stop your nonsense. My brother having such an ability..." Azier's words stopped there. Hagley twisted his lips and said mockingly. "Would it be troublesome if Frondier had such an ability? Azier. From the way you talk, it seems like no one in the Roach family noticed that talent? Even though you've been together as a family for so long! Hahaha! Azier, you truly are a swordsman! You truly are the son of Enfer, who bears the name of the Iron Wall!" The table in the center slid back, knocking Hagley over. Thud, thud, Azier walked over to the fallen Hagley, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him against the wall. The glass window that Esther was looking through shook as if it would shatter, and Azier lifted Hagley by the collar. Esther shouted from the other side, but of course, it didn't reach the interrogation room. Even if it did, Azier would have ignored it. "I'll kill you here." "Keu, haha. Go ahead! With Manggot's plan in ruins, my life has no value! I should have died a long time ago! Azier de Roach! It would be quite an honor to die by your hand! Hahahahaha!" Azier's molars clenched. The swordsman, Azier. To him, who even raised anger coldly, Hagley continued to shout. "Azier! I was the one who recognized Frondier's talent! A talent that even you, his older brother, didn't know about!" "You're still talking nonsense...!" "While you guys were busy branding Frondier with incompetence based on his appearance." Azier's fist struck Hagley's face. Yet, Hagley's mouth wouldn't stop. As Azier continued to strike Hagley, his cursed voice continued. "During that time, I! I discovered Frondier's talent, keuk! And I worked hard to make it bloom! Hahaha! The reason he's so dedicated to research is because of you guys, cough! Thanks to you guys! He discovered his own talent, which he thought he had none of. Of course he'd work hard! No one ever acknowledged him! It's something to be grateful for! A family that instills inferiority in their own child!" Azier slammed Hagley to the floor. Azier pounced on top of him. Hagley still showed no signs of being intimidated. Esther hurriedly ran over and opened the door to the interrogation room. Seeing that, Hagley grinned and said to Azier. "Keuheheu, that's right. Knowing only how to use force is the symbol of the Roach. Swords and armor that only think about killing monsters! That's why they couldn't recognize Frondier's talent! They would have gotten rid of Frondier like a burden without any patience! That's why he came to me!" "Shut up. You, who have been defeated, dare to...!" "Frondier's greatest misfortune is being born into the Roach family!" Azier pressed down on Hagley's neck. Pain and pressure immediately overwhelmed Hagley. If this continued for a little longer, Hagley would soon lose consciousness. In the meantime, with his barely audible voice, Hagley spat out as if possessed by evil spirits. "You, bastards, what, did you, do...?" Hagley's hand fell limply. Seeing Hagley lose consciousness, Azier slowly rose to his feet.
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