Chapter 2549: Speak—Where is Nathalie Quinlan?

The statue of the goddess in Freedom Square solemnly overlooks the creatures below, with a pristine cross held in her hand.

Khendy Lordon is hoisted up high on the cross, as if receiving divine punishment!

In the March weather, the sky is high and clear, with a brilliant blue sky; pigeons are flying down all over the square searching for food, peaceful and comfortable.

At this moment, several hundred people in the square are silent and still.

Everyone tilts their heads, gazing at the man lifted up high, all in shock.

Is this... really a crime?

Has this man offended the Royal Family?

Outside the circle of people in the square, some power spies who came upon hearing the news are watching this scene, hastily sending messages to their masters.

"The person has been hung up."

"Well, it should be the Empress’s intention, I saw Lord Shadow."

*

In the very center of the square.

People from the Hidden Family hand the leather whip crafted from fine material to the man in black: "Lord Shadow, the whip you asked for."

The man in black, expressionless, takes the riding whip from the person’s hands, and lashes it in the air to test its feel.

Snap!

The leather-laden whip cuts through the air, making a resounding sound.

The hundreds of people in the square tremble with fear at the sound of the whip hitting the ground, instinctively shivering, as if the whip just thrown was lashing across their own bodies, imagining the immense pain it could inflict.

Shadow walks directly underneath Khendy Lordon, tilts his head up, and with eyes devoid of emotion, gently says, "She’s here in the square looking for you."

"I didn’t see her." Khendy Lordon, weak as paper as he hangs on the cross, seems ready to disappear into the light at any moment.

He’s crippled, with nearly no room for resistance.

This is the most humiliating moment of his life!

And it just so happens that person saw it!

Shadow doesn’t bother with idle words, succinctly saying, "She’s disgraced the Hidden Family this time. The Empress can spare her a life in consideration of your face, but she must accept punishment."

"Call her out, as long as she’s willing to kneel and admit her error publicly, the Empress suggests letting her off, saving you from suffering too."

"Heh." Khendy Lordon raises the corners of his mouth, smiling tenderly and charmingly, yet his eyes are filled with a sinister glare as he stares: "Dare you to kill me?"

"..."

Khendy tilts his head, seemingly fearless of death: "Go ahead, try killing me. I’m not calling anyone out for you! Also, I really didn’t see her."

Shadow abruptly says, "Sorry."

Then he steadies himself, no longer looking at Khendy, his gaze becoming resolute, lifting the leather whip high in the air, and bringing it down brutally upon Khendy Lordon.

"Snap!"

The leather whip strikes Khendy’s back like a tear.

Red blood seeps out from his back, quickly staining that section of the white shirt, as if a flower has bloomed on the white shirt.

"Where’s Nathalie Quinlan?" Shadow asks him expressionlessly.

"Tsk." Blood trickles down the corner of Khendy Lordon’s mouth, but he smiles, closes his eyes, and assumes a non-cooperative stance.

Shadow lashes down viciously once more.

In the square, there’s only his stern voice, questioning Khendy Lordon again and again: "Where’s Nathalie Quinlan?"

No one in the square speaks; the only response is the sound of the whip hitting Khendy, ripping through the air with a fierce sound.

Shadow probably realizes how stubborn Khendy is. After several lashes, he orders his subordinate: "Bring the salt water."

"Yes, sir." The subordinate, unable to bear the sight, hastens to carry out the task.