Chapter 1099: The Dwarf Locked in the Dungeon
The Prime Minister’s Mansion, Dungeon.
Unlike the luxury above, this place is eerie and damp, like a corner forgotten and spat on by the world. Just a wall away, sunlight shines brightly outside, yet inside, the stench of decay and rot is unbearable.
The dungeon holds a dozen or so small rooms, each imprisoning different captives. Occasionally, the sound of agonized moans echoes through the air.
The dwarf is also locked in one of these rooms.
He never would have dreamed that the Fourth Prince would treat him like a gift, offering him to the Prime Minister as a tool for avenging his son’s death.
That night, the Fourth Prince invited him for a drink. He had been delighted, thinking he had gained the prince’s favor and that endless opportunities lay in his future. But when the alcohol wore off, he found himself in this damned dungeon.
During his time here, the Prime Minister questioned him once—after torturing him to some extent. The Prime Minister declared that on an auspicious day, he would execute him as a ritual offering to his son’s spirit in Heaven.
It was only then that the dwarf realized he had been betrayed by the Fourth Prince. His heart was filled with both shock and fury, but being trapped here, there was no chance of escape.
The entire dungeon reeked of rotting filth, the stench permeating the minds of every prisoner. Fear was inevitable.
Suddenly, a fellow prisoner sharing the room with the dwarf let out an unwilling howl. The rattling of chains on their wrists and ankles echoed sharply, piercing the ears and resounding throughout the dungeon. Their long, unkempt hair obscured their face, making them resemble a malicious ghost chained for eternity—a chilling spectacle.