Chapter 103: Fruitless Interrogation
"D-damn it...!"
"Want the pain to stop? Well, you can, it’s simple, really...all you need to do is answer my questions, and your torture will end," Remarked Jules icily.
"G-go to hell, b-bitch! I will not sell out my comrades to the likes of you! You and your siblings have ruined the name of the Royal family and Nobility, I have nothing to say to treacherous scum like you! You’ll come to regret this soon en-...arghh!" He began, before crying out as the Enslavement Collar triggered another wave of pain through his body, spasms erupting across his skin as he tensed up sharply on agony.
It was the 23rd of March, 1919, the day after the meeting, and Jules was currently in the middle of continuing her fruitless interrogation of the individual whom Ravella had captured.
Despite her best efforts, he adamantly refused to budge, bearing the pain he was being put through and staying firmly loyal to his allies.
"How noble of you, refusing to sell out your comrades like this...especially when they sold you out first," Responded Jules, in an attempt to provoke him.
"Wh-what? The hell are you...you talking about?"
"Oh, you still don’t get it? You were used as a sacrificial pawn, nothing more than a decoy. They fully expected that you’d be killed or captured, and that was a sacrifice they were more than willing to make," She pointed out.
"Tch, e-even...even if that’s true, it changes nothing. I’m sure you wouldn’t understand, what with the way you’ve betrayed the great legacy of your own father! I would gladly give my life to the cause, I wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice myself! I’ll die, but I’ll die a hero!" He declared without a shred of hesitation in his eyes.