Epic Of The Demonic Sage

It was a difficult thing. Lucius would have immediately gone for torture with Bordeaux, but Count Gabriel went for the slower method of asking questions with an icy demeanor.

Threats that fell into a deaf man’s ears.

‘I presume it is because he wishes to move past his life and memory as Rancor that he chooses to undergo this, but it’s clear that this will not proceed smoothly.’ Lucius thought. His arms were crossed over his chest as he watched the ordeal, and he even glanced towards Kiana and Countess. ‘And yet the likelihood that he caves into a suitable method is little with the Countess around. One can see that he wishes to stifle his dark side and perhaps even command my respect?’

“Haha!” Bordeaux’s eyes glinted in a way that said showed he was enjoying the frustration on Count Gabriel’s face.

“Count Gabriel, I can undertake this if you wish for me to.” Captain Donald said with a tone of respect.

“No need.”

“You will not go anywhere with this method, Count Inanis. There is no fear in this man.” Viscountess Blackshield interrupted.

‘Of course, I could have spoken up myself, but it is far better that one of Count Gabriel’s peers is the one who is mentioning this fact. He will be much more persuaded to do such a thing if it is Viscountess Blackshield that makes mention of it being ineffective.’

“…” Count Gabriel’s face was inscrutable and indiscernible. It was a face that could strike fear into his enemies, but now it was useless in the face of this mad man.

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“You are right, Viscountess. I have been trying to go through the proper methods, but it seems like they are ineffective with this man. Countess?”

“Yes, dear?” Countess Lita asked. “Were you holding back yourself for me? We are making a great deal of disrespect to the Viscountess by making this take far longer than necessary.”

“Then I would like to ask for you to step out of this dungeon, Countess. You speak confidently, but your demeanor can only stomach so much.” Count Gabriel said. His own fingers twitched, but then he glanced over at Captain Donald. “Are you fine with taking over this?”

“Yes, Count.”

“Asher?”

“Yes, father?”

“Do you understand why we have to undertake this method? I’d rather not have you watch, but this is sometimes a path that is necessary.” Count Gabriel spoke. “If we could have avoided it altogether, it would have been easier, but if one does not live up to their word and commit to the consequences that they have spoken about, then you will lose the respect and reputation that you’ve built.”

“I understand. I will not leave.” Lucius said.

“Very well.” Count Gabriel nodded. “Proceed.”

“Yes, Count.”

‘I’m a little surprised that Captain Donald himself can take over Count Inanis, but I guess he wouldn’t have become Captain if he was not able to deal with this more perceived unsavory methods.’ Lucius thought.

The torture that took place afterward,s was something that Lucius could have said was mild in comparison to what the Great Barrom Clan did.

Flogging. Whipping.

A lot of pain was inflicted on Bordeaux the Mad Blade and yet there was only a crazed look in his eyes as he laughed.

“Ahaha, must I give you all the satisfaction? Where’s the fun in that?” Bordeaux chuckled, even when numerous red painful welts appeared on his skin.

Bordeaux was stripped of his armor and his body was exposed to the torture, but he didn’t have even flinch, or wince in pain. He took it all with a mad grin on his face.

Captain Donald smacked the man hard across the face that a couple of teeth broke from the man’s mouth. He spat it at the Captain and even the Count and then even tried to bash Captain Donald’s head.

“Aww, you don’t believe in tooth for a tooth.”

‘I would have considered chopping off limbs by now if I were solely interested in torturing him… but even I can see that this man is truly not right in the head.’ Lucius was displeased with the methods, but while some other men would have broken already at this stage, Bordeaux was still ill at ease.

‘This is really going nowhere.’

“Please knock him out instead, Captain. This is a waste of time.” Lucius said.

It was a statement that shocked both the Count and Viscountess. The two were familiar with torture methods and were on the way of escalation, but Asher stopped the proceedings.

“What is the matter, Asher? If you are uneasy, then you can leave if you wish.” Count Gabriel said.

“He is right.”

“Father, you haven’t forgotten that I once asked permission to take care of my own assassin right? I have also taught the Barony of Harrels a lesson that is far worse than this. I am not a child… but I can also clearly see that this method will not work.”

“Smart boy ,that one!” Bordeaux chuckled. “Wish I’d have a head as smart as yours, or something harder. Could have gone for a helmet, but it’s too tight.”

“Captain Donald?”

“Yes.”

Bordeaux was knocked out and Lucius turned to the Count and Viscountess.

“I think we are better off obtaining this particular herb that will make him speak the truth. It may be a little expensive, but it is within our means to do so, father.”

“…where did you learn of this?” Count Gabriel and Viscountess Blackshield both became intrigued.

“I have come across it before while studying. But this will save us the time as we only need to forcefeed it to Bordeaux and avoid any fingers from getting bitten off.” Lucius shrugged.

“Very well. That seems like a good method. Captain Donald?”

“Tell me of the name, Young Lord Asher and we will procure it.”

“It is something that Healer Delia may know of. It’s true properties are something that is a bit of a side effect, it is known as the Calming Root. When fed in quantities, it calms the mind enough to loosen the tongue.”