Chapter 0404-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want to Have Kids With You Anymore

Lossweather looked sideways at the Head Maid.

“Anna, put her in the dungeon and dispose of her at a later date.”

18. Shut up. Prison is no place for doggy love.

Inside the dungeon, Maid Maureen – oh no, now it should be called Maureen the Betrayer – is chained to a rack with forbidden magic chains.

Crisp footsteps suddenly came from outside the cell.

The heels tapped against the cold tiles, echoing in the dark, damp cage.

“Squeak-“

The cell door was opened, and Maureen could only vaguely hear the familiar yet commanding voice giving orders to the jailers guarding her.

“You guys go outside and stand guard for now, the Prince Lord and I would like to interrogate her in person.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The jailer said, tossing aside the bloodstained cane whip in his hand as a veiled hint of their unfinished work.

Leon’s gaze lingered briefly on the rattan whip, which, disgruntled with blood, outlined the loud wails that had echoed through this dungeon.

Looking up at Maureen again, this once loyal servant was now in a state of disrepair, just like a statue in ruins, once radiant, but now only traces of the erosion of the wind and rain remained. The disheveled hair scattered around her cheeks, the cold stone and iron frame as the background, together forming a picture of the image of a backstabber.

There is no tolerance for rebels, for any person, for any race.

These rebels, cloaked in the skin of their own kind but carrying a grim, sharp blade, perhaps never truly recognized the devastating consequences of the secrets they exchanged in the darkness.

Those silent acts of betrayal can often take the lives of countless innocents in the blink of an eye, and even destroy an otherwise peaceful home.

Leon was the one who experienced [the betrayal] and witnessed the damage that came from that betrayal.

So now he had little sympathy for such things as traitors, undercover agents or insiders.

Oh, and of course, sympathy refers only to trying to understand the motives of the traitors in choosing to betray, not to intending to cast a net over them.

This change of heart was also thanks to that Viktor guy, who at first, after learning of his motives for betrayal, Leon only felt that asking such questions was a waste of time.

That’s why he told Loseweather just before this fishing expedition against Maureen that the motives of the traitors were simply not necessary to understand.

Well, it looks like his fake wife took him at his word after all.

“You ask, or should I?”

Lois Visser’s voice interrupted Leon’s thoughts.

Leon retrieved his mind and leaned against the table, arms over his chest, “You do it.”

“Why? This is clearly your own business.” Although her mouth wasn’t too happy about it, Lossweather didn’t show a clear refusal either.

Leon grinned, “You’re better at this sort of thing than I am when you’re an officer.”