Kellyan, whose lies I had caught onto, ended up tied tightly to the chair.

Though he initially resisted, struggling and refusing to comply, he couldn’t move an inch once I gripped the back of his neck with enough force.

Thanks to that, Harrison easily secured him to the chair.

Even then, Kellyan stubbornly refused to give up any information, pretending to be an unimportant knight with no knowledge of anything useful.

I stomped my foot lightly, striking the floor.

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A deep dent formed in the wooden floor.

"You’ll need to start speaking the truth now," I said, tapping the damaged floor with my foot. "Or else, Sir Kellyan, your body might end up like this."

Kellyan stared at the gaping dent with wide eyes, his face turning pale.

"You’re not human," he muttered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and fear.

Harrison, sitting beside me, calmly pulled out his notebook and started taking meticulous notes on the interrogation.

"Why were you in Kint?" I asked. "Why travel through monster-infested regions while using Westmoor as a basecamp?"

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