Several people filed in, carrying the unconscious cultist magician into the mansion.
Throughout the way, Sir Philips said not a word, his expression chillingly grim.
It wasn’t until they had descended into an underground chamber below the building and bound all of these individuals, and the investigator beside them had engraved the runes that sealed their magic power, that the nouveau noble finally gave Ronald a requesting glance:
"Mr. Ronald, please wake them up."
Clap, clap—
Ronald clapped his hands, imdiately lifting the suppressive force of ’Fury’ from them. The four cultist magicians, including the carriage driver, instantaneously opened their eyes.
Because of the encounter on the carriage, as soon as consciousness was restored, so began to groan and wail imdiately. Others, more composed, began to survey their surroundings.
And then, catching sight of Sir Philips with his brooding face.
The cultist magician, despite his agony, contorted his expression and asked:
"How... how did you catch up with us? The plan was supposed to be a secret... Aaagh!"
Unfortunately, Philips had no intention of letting him speak comfortably.
Staring at the cultist who had reacted first, he walked over and kicked him in the stomach. The protruding tip of his shoe digging into the man’s abdon, his face twisted in pain, without a hint of pretense.
"Ah... let go... let go, ah!"
After listening to his pained wails for a few seconds, Sir Philips finally lowered his leg.
"Speak, who instructed you to do this?"
"How dare you cause trouble at my party!"
"Hiss—"
After an intake of sharp breath, the cultist magician slowly lifted his head, then with a venomous gaze fixed upon Philips, he said, "Who instructed ? I am not aware of anyone who could have instructed . Nobody has a hold over !"
"If anything, I think you should be thanking . If it weren’t for... Ha!"
The cultist had intended to continue his defiance.
However, Sir Philips was not about to allow him that chance.
Hearing the change in his tone, the nouveau noble stepped forward and landed another kick. This ti, unlike before, he savagely stomped on the man’s lower abdon, then withdrew his foot once again.
"No one here will thank you," he said coldly, "but they might take an interest in torturing you. Speak the truth now, and you may still walk out of this basent alive."
"..."
"Objective... I have never hidden my objective..."
After a bout of intense panting, the cultist lifted his head with great difficulty, glancing at the indifferent Philips before him:
"Everything we do is for your own good."
"If we don’t take asures to approach the subli presence now, when the Dark Age descends once again, you will all rely beco sacrifices to the monsters of the old era. To survive, we must find the True God in the cosmos now and rely on him to be..."
Slap!
"Ugh—"
This ti, it wasn’t Sir Philips who struck.
Watching the cultist about to fervently preach his beliefs in the basent, the investigator, who had been standing to one side, stepped forward and harshly slapped the man across the face.
"Still trying to spread your vile faith? Dream on!"
The investigator’s slap was indeed full of vehence.
Standing in the basent, Ronald clearly saw that with that slap, the cultist magician’s eyeballs even began to dart around wildly. In the most optimistic case, the least he was dealing with was a concussion.
Moreover, with the investigator’s actions, a small doubt arose in Ronald’s mind.
Was he furious at the cultist magician’s attitude,
or was it that the investigator didn’t want the other to finish speaking?
Ronald analyzed the situation quietly, but the cultist magician had no intention of resting. Seeing their comrade slapped into confusion, the other cultists who had regained their composure imdiately continued:
"Fools! If I were you, I’d just let the Swollen Demon cook food now and then eat these offerings. Otherwise, when the whole city is baptized, you’ll stand out like a sore thumb!"
"..."
"The whole city?"
Ronald had been able to calmly observe the bunch being interrogated and had even analyzed the situation in his mind. But now, hearing those words from the cultist’s mouth, his own calmness vanished.
"What do you an by ’the whole city’?"
"Are you saying that there are other places doing this tonight?"
The cultist magician glanced at Ronald who had asked the questions, morized this man’s face, and then smirked quite carefreely:
"My friend, this is salvation!"
"Beautiful things should be shared with everyone, don’t you even understand such a fundantal virtue?"
"Ha ha ha—"
For a mont, aside from the cultist magician, who was still grinning and laughing madly.
The others in the basent all remained silent, exchanging serious glances.
If it had just been trouble at Sir Philips’s place, then their action to prevent an incident would have been counted as successful.
But if the cultist magician wasn’t lying and what he said was true...
Then tonight in Springs, the related issues were probably not few. Even worse, there could have been problems in the days before!
"Gentlen, I just destroyed the tissue construct, and I completely don’t know what sort of reaction to expect from this thing."
"Out of our investigative bureau’s duty..."
Faced with the situation at hand, the investigator imdiately began to describe his previous actions. After he had explained, he turned his gaze to Ronald:
"Mr. Ronald, I’ll go inform my colleagues to conduct relevant investigative work right now. As for Sir Philips’s place, there’s still interrogation work to continue, let Miss Eileen take charge of that."
With those words, the investigator turned and walked toward the exit of the basent.
After his footsteps disappeared up the stairs, Ronald turned to Sir Philips and said:
"Sir Philips, would you mind notifying my two female companions?"
"..."
Listening to Ronald’s request, Sir Philips first looked in the direction the investigator had left, then sighed and waved his hand:
"Ryan, go to the banquet and call Miss Eileen over."
"Miss Philis as well."
Upon hearing the command, a subordinate imdiately left.
While watching his subordinate leave, Sir Philips, now a leading figure among the new aristocracy, found himself without the mood to continue torturing the cultist magician. He grabbed a chair in the basent to sit down, all the while listening to the cultist’s crazy laughter, then finally showed Ronald a helpless expression.
"Mr. Ronald, it seems our business tonight is not yet over."
"You have been put to great trouble indeed..."
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