Bab 293: Interogation

"Who do you work for?" Shouted King Michael from the top of his lungs as he hatefuly glared at the two Captives. Punching the table along with that roaring shout.

But yet the Captives remained silent, acting like they don't know what an Army is even though they just shared a Unit with one roughly an hour ago. Perhaps they haven't yet sung like a bird because the toughest punishment King Michael gave so far, was yelling.

"Still won't talk aye?" Trying to calm down, gathering his nerves to stop this splitting headache. He figured to himself that he might not be too intimidating to these illustratian Soldiers. He is used to smiling more these past few months with Alama around and his face just looks too youthful and smooth, the only thing he can intimidate is a Chicken. "Alright, have it your way."