I Became a Sick Nobleman

“Ruel Setiria. Yes, you! It’s you!”

Glen was excited and tried to get up immediately, but it was impossible with his crushed foot.

“I’ve been waiting for you, enduring this cold place. Let’s make it quick.”

Ruel inhaled Breath and looked at Cassion.

The warlock, whose mind was corrupted and who held hands with Red Ash, was a madman.

Was Glen any different?

He had been raised by the Red Ash since he was a child.

Faster than inflicting physical pain, the confession potion would work wonders.

Cassion nodded, forcing Glen’s mouth open to administer the confession potion.