Austin’s words were calm and almost casual. Yet, they struck like thunder and echoed in the hearts of the three assistant generals of the Red Legion.

If they answered Austin’s questions, there might still be a slim chance of survival. But if they refused, death was the only outcome. 3

After all, who would willingly choose death when they had worked so hard to achieve their wealth and status? Yet, pride and dignity held them back. They didn’t want to be branded as traitors.

Now, they were caught in a dilemma. Which was more important-their honor or their lives? It was an impossible choice.

“You have ten seconds left. If you don’t speak, you’ll lose your chance.” Austin’s voice was utterly devoid of emotion.

His words seemed to pierce their souls, and the three Red Legion assistant generals broke into a cold sweat.

As the countdown neared its end, Auron finally couldn’t hold back. “Your Highness! I’ll talk-I’ll tell you everything.”

Dropping to his knees, he scrambled forward and was desperate to speak before the others could.

“Traitor! Go to hell!” Viggo roared in fury. With a burst of strength, he snapped the ropes binding him and slammed his palm down on Auron’s skull.

A sickening crack echoed through the room. Auron’s head exploded like a watermelon, with blood and brain matter splattering across the floor.

“How dare you!”

instantly. They drew their swords and pressed them

kill us. We’ll never

from the maid and wiped the blood splattered on his

you think that makes you

fear? Death is just a small price to pay.” Viggo raised his chin defiantly. His face was filled with arrogance. “Besides, I’ve lived a good life. I’ve eaten, drunk, and enjoyed

Austin’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “If you’re not afraid of death, then I’ll show

him to Grimhold Keep and serve him well. Let’s see how long he lasts under the 108

words

no place for any man to be. Even the toughest men broke once they were sent inside. A single round of punishment was enough to make them

was impossible. Grimhold Keep was a place where death was preferred, but even that mercy was denied. The thought of what awaited him sent a shiver down his spine, and cold sweat ran down

he’d

Viggo’s eyes. He lunged forward and thrust his throat straight

quickly withdrew

arms and legs before binding him

by torturing me? If you’ve got the guts, just kill me. I dare you. “Viggo thrashed and screamed. His voice was a mix of

on a brave face, huh? Do you really think you’re some kind of tough

choices-fight to the bitter end or take his own life to preserve

had

he’d probably be giving some passionate speech and trying to earn a reputation

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