Chapter 158: Goddess
Vlad was perfectly aware of the effects that isolation and sleep deprivation could have on a human’s mind, so he was prepared. The potion he was feeding the man would allow him to regain some focus and leave him in a highly susceptible state. It was a basic potion used for interrogation, not very powerful, and a strong will could easily resist its effects.
However, Vlad knew he did not need to worry about that since the man’s mind should be on the brink of shattering, and the idea that he could pose any form of resistance was laughable.
As the potion went down the man’s throat, a flash of light crossed his eyes, and he began to gain some clarity. He was confused as he looked around the room, seeing metallic walls covered in darkness and a small light illuminating a young man.
Vlad gave the man a few seconds to focus, using the A.I. Chip to monitor all his vital signs before speaking in a sharp and strong voice. "Identify yourself."
The man had presented himself as Rodrick Camel from Trigun City and had declared he worked under a powerful Level 10 Mage warlord named Fernon when he clashed with Amara and Mitchel. Of course, Vlad knew that was all a lie, so he commanded the man to utter his true name.
The man’s face was confused, and he could not help but frown as he felt something was wrong. However, his mind was simply too exhausted to resist, and the next second, he began to speak. "I am Samuel Harrier, a captain of the Azarin Empire."
Vlad and Jormungandr’s eyes immediately narrowed as they heard those words, a cold light appearing in them as they remembered the bloody sight of Cold Town. Back then, the duo had suspected the Azarin Country’s involvement due to its closeness to the border, but it was just a hypothesis. However, the man’s words made them think they were closer to the truth.
Vlad did not lose focus; his eyes were sharp as he asked his next question. "The Azarin Empire, is it the new name of the Azarin Country?"
Samuel’s face was filled with disdain and disgust as he heard those words, his gaze wandering for a few seconds before he spoke. "The Azarin Country was an aberration, our place controlled by corrupt politicians."