Chapter 597 (1/2)

Chapter 597: Blood and Fang

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

It took Heidi quite a long time to figure out what had happened.

She first touched her thigh which had already been cured and then looked Nightingale up and down. After that, she finally turned her gaze to Roland and asked, “Your Majesty, did you cure me?”

“Yes, otherwise you’ll make Nightfall exhausted,” Roland replied. He then found a chair and seated himself in front of the jail, asking, “Tell me, where did you send the witches rejected by you?”

“That’s… what Iffy told you?”

“Yes, the witch named Annie was her friend.”

Instead of directly answering Roland’s question, Heidi clenched her teeth. At the moment, Roland saw the hatred in her eyes.

“You could have given them a shelter. Archduke Island is the domain of Archduke Morgan and you’re his successor. It’s impossible that you can’t even afford a dozen of assistant witches. Even though all you needed to do at the time was to offer them some gruel a day, you still chose to abandon them. You thought they were useless, but, in fact, assistant witches are far more powerful than you can imagine. The gun Andrea used to hurt you is a weapon made by assistant witches and ordinary people. It’s very easy to operate. Even a farmer who’s worked in the fields for all his life can easily use it to kill an experienced knight,” Roland said.

Hearing that, Heidi’s face changed. She lifted up her head promptly, asking, “What did you say? Even ordinary people can use it?”

“Do you still believe I totally depend on the witches to capture the king’s city and become King of Graycastle?” Roland leaned back in his chair and added, “If they had such a strong power, they wouldn’t have been suppressed by the church and the secular lords.”

“So… how did they make the weapon?”

Roland coldly stared at Heidi until she realized that she had asked an inappropriate question just now. After that, he mocked. “What? Do you think we’re talking at a palace banquet?”

Heidi swallowed hard and said, “This lady beside you is…”

“Nightingale. She works for me, not for Tilly. I want to ask you again. Where did you send the witches rejected by you?” Roland said in a deep voice.

“I let them go to find the other witch organizations. I’ve no idea of where they went. Some of they might return to the nearby towns and cities, and some might go to the Kingdom of Dawn…”

“You’re lying. None of this is true.” Nightingale suddenly broke in before she finished.

“No, Your Majesty. She knows nothing about me…”

“Save it, Heidi.” Roland shook his head and continued, “Nightingale can tell truth from lies. You can’t lie about anything in front of her. Now, you know why Tilly brought you from the Fjords to the Western Region. You’ll be tried here and if you don’t want to suffer, tell me what you did exactly. My patience is wearing thin.”

In the dim firelight, the expression seemed uncertain on Heidi’s face. Apparently, she did not expect that Nightingale had such an ability. After a moment of silence, Heidi grabbed the steel bars and shouted, “Your Majesty Wimbledon, the Kingdom of Wolfheart has been annexed by the church, the king has been lost and now I’m the only descendant of the Morgan royal family. If you help me regain my kingdom, I’ll bring you countless profits! Gold royals, gems and… yes, witches! The Bloodfang Association will also be at your command!”

“Is this what you want to tell me at last?”

“I’ll give you half of the Kingdom of Wolfheart! The land on the west of Blackstone Cliff will be yours!”

“Stop!” Roland interrupted impatiently. “I just want to know where the witches went!”

“What? My kingdom can’t yet compare with those witches?” Heidi said in disbelief.

Roland was fed up with this and said, “Can’t you understand me? The Kingdom of Wolfheart isn’t yours and I’ve no interest in the land far away from me. Due to the basic manner of a noble, I’m here to ask you first, but I have many other methods to make you tell the truth. As for torture, I think you know more than me. It’ll do you no good, so tell me what you did to those witches when I’m still here. Maybe, I’ll spare your life.”