Duke Daniel looked at me for a long time with a look that seemed to strip me naked. "But, does it really work? Are there no harmful side effects?""Side effects? Of course there are." What? Too sweet honey only makes you nauseous, sometimes, we have to share the bitterness too. "But this is war and all risks must be taken, right? But I can assure you, this is eighty per cent under control.""Only eighty?""I don't want to assume anything. Big profits lead to big effects. So...?"I could see Duke Daniel exchanging glances with his family, Sayyid, and a soldier who sat together and didn't seem to be able to read the situation-because for the moment, the only thing that caught his attention was a piece of deliciously oily bacon on a plate."Let's try it."*#*"I can't do it at all."Huft...No wonder the condition was worse than when I was first expelled.Perhaps, on the way to being thrown in here, Lucian committed a futile rebellion.Even from the dim light that shone sparsely, his fac

However, the father chimed in as well, although his argument made more sense. "I-yes, and the King himself guarantees it. We .... are worth more alive. So, honourable knights, I beg you..."I looked at Silas. "See for yourself, right."Silas flashed a faint smile. "Exactly when we first captured you, yes.""Do they have magic potions too?" It's really nice to be compared to an insignificant insect like this."And if Duke asks?""Just say it was an accident." Why complicate things, anyway? "They're fighting back and you need to take action."Silas was silent.This is all part of our scenario.I never expected the Carrington family's presence, but it could be an added benefit-at least for my tired mind.So, for the great favour I've done, I ask for little compensation.I picked up the dagger that had been thrown and stuck in the wall, pulled it out, and approached Sara. "If you really don't want to, let me represent you."I gripped Sara's chin, firmly. Like I've done to her before. But,

"First of all, was it really an accident?" I asked while taking out a small note.I asked us to go outside to make the atmosphere more conducive (as well as to keep him awake. Learning from past investigative experiences, it's much more effective to question people who aren't high).Instead, this Becker stole a bottle of alcohol to drink outside.His eyes were now wide open, and if he fell further (and he would), then things would be even more troublesome."No pleasantries first?""We don't have the time, do we, sir?"Becker chuckled. A chuckle that slowly faded and was replaced by a heavy-handed reply. "You've heard the rumours, and you know the answers, why ask again?""I need confirmation."Becker shrugged. "Fair enough." He took a swig, sighed, and burped. "She was murdered. I don't know by whom. Some sane people suspect those two little bastards. Although they have innocent looks, but after all, they were the only ones there. Tell me, is it possible for someone to be found decapi

I bit my lower lip rather hard. Half annoyed, half regretful.Indeed, Eva had previously warned about the appearance of an extra act, and the possibility of a monster attack. But, I thought that it was only limited to zombies, not other monstersNot like the one I was facing now. Because now, just as I was about to step into the house and turn the door knob, my steps had to stop in front of the porch because two greenish slime figures were bouncing in front of me.No, no, no. Not just two, but three, four, five. Ambushing me from all directions.I've seen these, not only in games and films, but also in souvenir shops. They're often played with by small children, and even eaten by some with slightly retarded brains.But, of course, they would never think that the slime would become this big; alive; and come at them with murderous intensity.I looked around and held a vigilant stance. The last monster I fought had unexpected movements and abilities. If zombies, which are usually synonym

"What?""There are no anomalies like you said," Amy said indifferently. The woman downed her half-empty coffee cup. "I mean, anomalies?""Do you think this is all a joke?"Amy shrugged. "Life is a joke, isn't it?" She frowned when I didn't break eye contact, then sighed. "Everyone takes this job as seriously as you do, okay. And, no. These are all preliminary test results.""So what does it say?""Do I have to repeat it ten times?" snapped Amy, in a more sarcastic tone this time. "I don't think so, really. If you want to go through a more intensive examination, I can refer you to the city centre's more adequate research agency. That is, if they believe your alibi.""What does 'if they believe' mean."Amy frowned, again. "You're sure you're not drunk, right?"I growled, stomped my feet repeatedly, and prepared to leave. What a bunch of corrupt people who like to manipulate facts.Were they this pathetic to begin with? Were they already beyond help.I went to the interrogation room agai