"Tell me the exact time and the place!"

Black blood trailed down from the cracked corners of his mouth to his chin as the prisoner named Brycen gently gasped, speaking while his fragmented consciousness drifted aimlessly.

He could be sure.

He did not know the person named Miranda, nor was he aware of any misdeed by the individual.

However—

he knew that if he responded in that way, the Knight Commander before him would certainly not be satisfied.

It seemed as though something was whispering in his ear alongside his shaky consciousness.

'Have you really never seen them?'

Could that be?

Brycen stubbornly responded to the voice emerging from the obscurity, but the reply he received was unequivocal.

'You have seen them... try to remember.'

I... have seen?

The fleeting shadow moved beside Knight Commander Mel, seemingly overlaying the dignified and holy figure.

Facing those undeniable eyes and the echoes from the shadows, Brycen suddenly grew uncertain again.

If he truly had not seen them... why was he sitting here?

And why was he subjected to such cruel torture?

Without a doubt—

he had indeed seen Miranda, that mad Alchemist and Undead Mage.

Not only that.

He was also his servant, serving the same deity—a deity from Chaos.

"The time... It must have been the day of Duke Campbell's triumphal ceremony. The place, it seemed to be... Sword and Broken Sword Pavilion." Under that irresistible influence, he spoke out clearly with his hazy consciousness, "I saw that face, a face... hard to forget once seen. Handsome doesn't fully describe it, he seemed not of this world..."

Sword and Broken Sword Pavilion!

Upon hearing this name, everyone present except Miles showed an excited expression on their faces.

Especially Mel.

He was so excited he nearly stood up.

All the prisoners they had interrogated had invariably mentioned that place—

The tavern behind the Adventurer Guild in Thunder City!

"Then what? Continue!" Mel clenched his fists, leaned forward, and fixed his gaze on him, "What is your organization! What evil spirit do you serve? Were you holding a meeting that day? And—what did you see at the meeting?"

This was the most coherent prisoner out of all he had interrogated.

The other prisoners would either go insane or die when they reached this point.

Clearly.

Miranda had cast an evil curse on them, preventing them from revealing anything about the organization.

This guy's condition was good!

Mel was completely confident that he could break through with this guy!

Perhaps influenced by his intense aura, Brycen slowly raised his head and, led by that voice in the obscurity, slowly started speaking, releasing the most truthful lie.

"Novel..."

"Novel?" Mel stared intensely at him, jotting down the name on paper, "Is this your organization?"

Brycen shook his head, his eyes gradually becoming vacant, as if transforming into another person, and murmured softly.

"It is the appellation of Deceitful Fog, the embodiment of knowledge and conspiracy, one of the great existences lurking in Chaos—"

As he spoke, Brycen fixated his vacant eyes on Mel, his voice gradually growing manic.

"And, He is also the True God truly worshipped by those of us who thirst for truth!"

The demon finally showed its tail.

Before the Holy Light, all evils will have nowhere to hide!

Watching the evil energy suddenly emerging from the prisoner, and his remarks nearing self-explosion, all the knights present widened their eyes.

Especially the observer, Miles.

Initially, seeing this pitiful fellow, he had been completely blinded by compassion, even feeling momentarily doubtful whether Commander Mel had apprehended the wrong person.

Now it seemed—

Mel was right.

Only a cultist would unhesitatingly recite the name of an outer god, and the aura emanating from that guy was undoubtedly the evil energy of Chaos.

It was an evil purer than the Undead!

Miles's face showed a blush of shame.

Shocked and astonished expressions appeared on the faces of all the knights present.

Mel was different, however.

On his face, besides shock, there was also a hint of ecstasy!

Novel!

Deceitful Fog!

So it is—

He should have guessed it was this one!

That voice in the shadows had been incessantly whispering in his ear, and now he finally knew the name of that whisper!

It was the embodiment of knowledge and conspiracy!

Only those who pursue truth can confront the truth directly!

A sense of exhilaration, unprecedented, filled every cell of his body, spread through every nerve, and even engulfed his soul.

A fanaticism emerged on Mel's face, and he could not even discern himself whom his fervor was directed at.

"Then what! Miranda, what did he say to you?"

The prisoner had completely given up resisting and disclosed all information without reserve.

"He... didn't speak to me, but instead was talking to a woman."

"A woman?"

"Yes, a woman with freckles on her face, if I remember correctly... her name is Chris, affiliated with Silver Scythe."

All the clues were linked together.

The truth subsequently surfaced!

Mel's index finger trembled slightly, his bloodshot eyes jubilant.

The evil organization's name is Silver Scythe!

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