Bab 98: Answered Questions, A Slave And The Identity Of The Mysterious Figure

Akun's eyes bore into Camilla, demanding answers that seemed to cling to the very air. The tension in the room was palpable as the enigmatic figure leaned in closer, his voice a chilling whisper. "Tell me," he urged, "what is the Demon King's grand design?"

"Oh, come on, handsome," she taunted, her words dripping with sarcasm, "what kind of general would I be if I just went around revealing the grand plans of my liege?" Her lips curled into a sardonic grin, defying even the agony that coursed through her. It was a brazen act of insolence in the face of relentless questioning.