"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant Clark.
Style looked back at Jill Bale laughing at the graceful motion when he said so.
But don't worry about it either. Jill Baer leaves Clark with everything when he recommends the room a little walk away from the door. With a slow motion and a pair of styles and long cut eyes, Jill Baer returned with just a grin.
At any rate from Jill Veil, I acknowledge the style while still catching on. "Then," Clark said, turning to his own shoulder when he grabbed the General's left arm, which he could not walk. He also picks up the right arm carefully thrown away by Harrison with his free hand and walks out of the room. Along the way, he was named to help the knights who saw it carry him, but refused, bringing Ashton in alone to the designated room.
"... Lieutenant Clark has any confession-related special abilities?
After Clark left and the door closed.
Stayle threw his doubts at Knights Commander Roderick before hearing Harrison's report. Clark, who always wrapped up in a calm atmosphere, takes on the interrogation himself, as well as Gilbert's entrustment to it.
Naturally, Steele also trusts Clark wholeheartedly as deputy commander. A knight who deserves a vice president, both in character and strength. However, the current situation was somewhat questionable.
Roderick shakes his neck to the side with questions from the style. No, I kept my mouth shut as I said no briefly.
"Clark is a special ability person, but the ability itself is not like encouraging the other person to confess.... just.
Cut the words once and look in the direction Clark left.
It's not just Roderick, some of the knights in the room also know Clark's special abilities. And Gilbert was naturally familiar with the abilities and merits of Deputy Commander Clark, both as Prime Minister.
"Not a single person in the past has Clark been able to make a confession. … I was wondering if I could get some information within an hour at the longest.
Style doubts his ears for a long time.
I'm also surprised that Clark has such a background, but I'm also convinced that Jill Bale left it to him. If it was spoken from Roderick's mouth, it would also seem that the assessment is certainly not a big deal but a fact. Gilbert quietly remembers five years ago as he looks at the side of the style thinking about how much bargaining technique or talking.
Clarify your story the first time you spoke at Arthur's inaugural ceremony. The words Arthur returned at the time to Jilbel, who had put his exploration into many humans in search of special abilities to heal the disease.
"Except for my father, who I've met..."
……
Dosari, and.
As soon as he entered the room and closed the door, Ashton was knocked over to the floor.
I was treated most politely by far, but still made a noise and rolled onto the floor. Groaning, I glanced at Clark to look up with my eyes alone, but as soon as I did, Ashton's throat dried up again.
"Well.... let's review it first, the most we want to hear is where Crown Prince Adam and Lord Pride are. And then there's Prince Leon and who did your left leg and face. I also want you to tell me where the keys are for Master Steele and Chancellor Gilbert.
I wanted to say something, but instead of words, I don't even have a voice.
He was pregnant with so much killing. It's not just Leon or Harrison until now. I have also handled many forms of torture before becoming a general, and I have been subjected to them. I'm also confident I won't throw up no matter what blame bitterness I take. The object of so much fear for him that he couldn't resist was about Adam. Even the Harrison opponent was going to cut his mouth even if he felt fear. But the knight in front of you.
"What do you say? Can you tell me? I promise I'll make it easy on you now.
Naturally, I still don't answer.
The whole room was filled with Clark's willingness to kill, and Ashton desperately enjoyed the desire to spit it out.
He turns to a man who is a chunk of intent to kill, and manages to sharpen his eyes but becomes aware that his blood draws at will. As he turns blue, Ashton finally turns a blind eye for the first time. I swallowed my spit many times and my back circled unknowingly.
"Why don't you answer? Well,......... I guess so.
That discouragement, whining faintly and emotionally, resembled Harrison's when he captured himself.
If I continued to swallow my spit with my dry throat, the taste of blood seeped in instead. It tasted like seeping through my gums, which I kept eating and tying. I put so much force into my jaw that I trembled to resist fear, moments.
Gangbang.
Suddenly, he gets his head grabbed and slapped by an eagle.
Hit the back of the head with the power of the floor just cracking, keeping the lifted head intact once. The voice leaked, but a humbly weird noise leaked at the imminent righting of the intention to kill than the pain.
Guillari and blade-like glances pierce Ashton as a murder weapon.
"... the other day, the man you hurt was part of our Knights. Let's apologize that Harrison got a little rough.
I won't loosen my hand to slap you even though I say so.
I don't even know if that's sweat or blood to the sensation of a damp head. Heart rhythm is intense and a similar urge to nausea springs up. My whole body runs scared with the feeling that my heart can drill holes with ticks and needles.
Contrary to that tone of serene speaking, Clark's facies, which raised blue muscles, were still painted murderous. So much so that even Harrison still seems close to people.
"But he's a pretty boy to Harrison. And he is also the son of my friend.... a brilliant knight of our Knights, with a future.
It was a quiet voice.
But every sound of it stabs Ashton like a blade. The eyes with the intent to kill were as if they were glowing red. Silver eyes are sharpened like blades with just that, attacked by the feeling as if they were being poked at the sword. I keep trembling, but I can desperately put my strength into my jaw. Unless you break your mouth no matter how much you threaten, you win.
"He's like a brother to me, too.
That being said, a hand that was grabbing his head eagle recaptured the front of Ashton's face.
The pressure increases so as to multiply the entire weight from the top onto Ashton, who fell on his back. Gut, and grabbed enough to deform every melted face. One of my fingers caught my eye, but I slightly turned my face away from it. But the pain runs to a strength that seems to be exerting more force than being grabbed by the head. After melting, blood seeped again from the wound that should have dried. I wonder what the hell you're going to do to yourself in this room, and how you're going to crack your own mouth in a room without satisfactory torture equipment. As far as I can see, Clark, a knight, has about a sword and a gun. I don't even carry numerous weapons like Leon. Even while he was thinking about it, Clark moved it as if he remembered the mouth he had stopped once.
"............... No, one thing is different.
The chubby, small voice was sharp.
Ashton's nervousness also relaxes for a moment only in the kind of round voice that even entered his world. You can pull a little fever here, if you're going to fit in to the degree of interrogation, you can buy that much time. I don't know what the war is, but the Radian Empire's masses and reinforcements. Furthermore, the slaves of the special abilities were poured in. Tell yourself it's only a matter of time before the crowd approaches the castle and falls. With that in mind, Ashton said he could endure any kind of torture on this occasion if he thought he'd endure it until then.
"I have a future... an excellent knight of my Knights."
Moments.
Ashton's face dries up rapidly.
The makeup and the distorted sound shrivel from Ashton's face to his body like a mass of muscles. My face deforms and my cheeks lose weight even if I can't help myself. A… A……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It's not just the face. My arms, legs, and neck are all broken and thinner all over my body, all bones and skin. Paki, paki... and everything but the flesh screams at sudden physical changes. The open eyes are gone, and the white eyes are almost gone instead. The superior general clothes became bukabuka, the contours of the body emerged from the clothes and the extra cloth sank sticky on the floor.
My voice became physically unable to speak, and my dry lips just rang a curly sound of casserole and skin. Becoming an object only of bone and skin, Ashton instantly faded his thoughts too, drawing his breath
... Ru, I blew it back just before.
Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Work your mouth and lungs to burst, no matter how mundane, turning your eyes around and blowing the curly skin of your lips with just your breath. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Too much pain and a moment of pleasure at death mix, and forget about the pain in your hands and feet and burst out. But all I can do is scream and raise my voice once I've withered my throat into some pain while Clark holds me down. The feeling of the body regenerating again, genuinely convinced of death, seemed to be soaked in a swarm of snakes and creepy. Ashton thought he wanted to die like this with a half crazy head.
"What do you say? What's it like to be dead once?... it seems quite painful to lose moisture in your body while you're alive.
My head cools just a little to a cold voice that speaks pale.
They tell us what they've done and finally understand who the pain is. Ashton also knows torture such as shredding meat, draining blood, and continuing to stab blades and needles. But none of those things are the same now. The moisture was disappearing after making noise from the inside of the body.
It disgusts me that I lived until shortly after I died. I don't know how to describe it myself. The feeling as if my body had turned into an inorganic object gave rise to extra fear if I recall.
"I can also return what I have evaporated myself.... many times.
It was a possible move because it was Clark, who is also a brilliant special ability man.
Even with the same special abilities, it is not possible to return the evaporated ones if the person is capable of the arrangement. so that the special abilities of fire cannot extinguish the fire of an object that has been burned once. Don't let ice special abilities melt objects after they've been frozen. And Clark...
"Of course," if it turns out like this, it can't be undone.
That said, once, I showed off his arm that Harrison had cut off at the moment with the opposite hand as he was grabbing Ashton's face.
In front of Ashton, whose consciousness is still unclear, what was his arm shrivels inside Clark's hand. He shrunk thinly as he made a noise, lean, deformed like a dead tree and thinned black to the color. And it became a completely bone and skin only object. Clark grips it in front of him without hesitation. And he made a sound, and the thing that was his arm was crushed, and it broke from there into two pieces. Fragments fall as they dance like calamari and dead leaves. If I stepped on one of those things that fell on the floor with my armor-wrapped feet, it scattered like ash.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh In the Radiya Empire, a country without special abilities, even the joining of arms was originally difficult, and there is no way to go back to it. Still, I can't help but wolf with my head confused by the disappearance of my body in front of me. And to that Ashton, Clark didn't change his expression with his blues raised.
"Again, ask. Where Crown Prince Adam and Lord Pride are. And who did it about Prince Leon or your left leg or face? And where the keys are.... Oh, it's good to answer later.
Repeat the question unilaterally.
I can't even think about whether I should answer that question with a head I don't know why, while summoning to a semi-frequent. But instead, he wants to escape the scene, someone, help, help, not yet, not yet free, helpful but he wants to die. Mysterious thoughts continued to complicate Ashton's head.
In it, Clark settles down looking at it as if he were peeking into his head. And I dared to keep my mouth shut until Ashton could hear it right next time. The words continued quietly where he aroused, fixed his breath normally, his thoughts finally wrapped up, and there was enough room to stare back at Clark as he dripped his sweat.
"Nine more times.... let's repeat that now and then hear the answer. Then twenty, … next forty, and eighty and… I will only ask you once each time.
Hit me... and now it's time for me to scream as tall as a woman.
He trembles all over his body and shakes his head like a weak man. He twisted his upper limbs desperately to escape, trembling too much to even bite into his mouth. If I put my nails on the floor with my only left hand to be free, I used too much force to break them. Open your eyes and let them seep into too many tears of fear. I was driven by the urge to answer the question now, but my fear is too strong to turn my tongue. Once again, Clark's special abilities deprive him of room for a life-response. Both the saliva overflowing from the edge of the eaten tied mouth and the seeping and dripping tears dried up again.
"Ashton Egger. How many times do you die, you break your mouth?
Special ability person to evaporate moisture.
Clark Darwin wields a lot of that special ability that Arthur also knows about.
Many times.