Chapter 261: The Queen Is A Professional Liar (II)
Back to Silas, his gaze toward Primrose had started to shift, now filled with admiration and a twisted sort of approval, as if he had just found a kindred spirit in cruelty.
"That’s quite the mindset, Your Majesty," Silas said with a dark chuckle. "I always suspected you were more clever than your reputation suggests."
"So," she continued, her tone light and curious, "how do you usually discipline your slaves? I assume you don’t just drag them out and whip them in the town square like some barbarian?"
"Of course not," Silas replied with a wave of his hand. "That’s messy and too easy for others to see. I prefer something more elegant, more ... effective like a slave seal."
Primrose’s brow lifted ever so slightly, pretending to not know anything about that. "Slave seal?"
Silas nodded. "Yes. It’s a tool clever masters use. With the right spell, you can make a slave feel pain, freeze their limbs, or even cause terrifying hallucinations just by breaking your command."
He leaned forward a bit, lowering his voice like he was sharing a precious secret. "You can customize the rules and the punishments however you like."
He continued, "The punishment can be so painful, so intense, that even the most stubborn beast will never dare disobey again. Especially if they’re bound by one of these seals."
Primrose clenched her fists beneath the table, her nails digging into her palm. Her face, however, remained calm.
Silas spoke of such horrifying things so casually, as if they were simply chatting about favorite recipes, not torment and control. It made her skin crawl.
"Amazing," she said, forcing a sweet smile, even as bitterness rose in her throat. "So, these seals can really do all that? Pain, hallucinations, even paralysis?"
Silas’s eyes lit up with pride. "Exactly. It all depends on the type of spell used during the binding ritual and the command word selected by the master. If done properly, you can make a slave collapse to their knees with a single whisper."