The sudden attack interrupted the man's actions and choked back the scornful words that were on the cusp of escaping his lips.
He stared at the magic-imbued dagger protruding from his chest, his eyes widening, making a "heh heh" noise without being able to utter a single word, as blood spilt from his throat, causing him to cough uncontrollably.
"Lamp, go see how that Remnant Beast is doing now, if possible, subdue it and check if there are any survivors in those tumors."
After pulling out the dagger that had pierced the enemy's back, Erald Sparrow rcilessly kicked him to the ground, tied him up with Magic Silk threads, and then directly applied several Favo Runes to his body, forming the Magic-Sealing Arts: "I'll interrogate this guy."
"Okay." Lamp nodded, activated his magic power to levitate, and charged towards the cocoon in the sky.
Soon, the Remnant Beast's growls and the explosion of magic power mingled into one, indicating that a battle had also comnced high above.
Erald Sparrow looked up briefly at the fight above, then lowered her head to gaze at the man bound on the ground with an ice-cold look: "Na, status, purpose."
"Heh... heh..." But the man was unable to respond; he only kept bleeding profusely from his throat. His mouth gaped open, his eyes bulging, gasping for breath, and it seed as though he would not live much longer.
His appearance was pitiable, but Erald Sparrow felt no sympathy or empathy for him; she just watched him quietly.
Since entering this den, everything she had seen and learned pointed to one fact—that the man before her was a downright villain. Such a person did not deserve any sympathy.
She kept staring at the man on the ground, silent.
Dozens of seconds later, observing the man still acting as if on the brink of death yet seemingly struggling for life, Erald Sparrow spoke again: "Are you done pretending?"
Her words seed to be a signal; after giving her a steady look, the man finally ceased making unintelligible noises, and instead slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "You are smarter than her, Little Miss."
"I've never heard of a human being who could defeat a Magical Girl of the Lei rank, but my intuition tells such a person should not end up like this after being stabbed through the heart."
Erald Sparrow said coldly: "Now, you have two choices, tell where the missing Magical Girl is and your plans, and you may either commit suicide or be killed by in one stroke; or refuse to answer my questions, and the Magic Kingdom has ways to make you talk, but you may not have a peaceful death."
The man relaxed his bulging eyes, gazing at Erald Sparrow silently for a long ti, and after a slight pause, he sighed: "Too bad, I don't like playing the fool."
His statent slightly confused Erald Sparrow, and after a mont, she realized what he ant and looked down at her skirt.
"It seems you do not wish for a peaceful death?"
Erald Sparrow asked, then crouched down, holding her skirt. Magic Silk threads condensed into a dagger in her hand. She extended it towards the man's eye: "Or do you hope I engage in more inhumane actions so that you'll be willing to answer my questions?"
"I don't want to waste ti with scum, so I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you. In three seconds, give your choice, or this dagger will blind you."
"One."
"Two."
"I'll talk." The man tried to turn his head aside, but the Magic Silk threads had him firmly fixed in place, making it impossible for him to move, "You really are rciless, much colder than the other Magical Girls who ca before ."
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"Ah!"
The dagger grazed by the man's eye socket, cutting his lower eyelid open, making him scream in pain on the spot.
"Your eyes are spared, but your nonsense has earned you extra pain."
Erald Sparrow removed the dagger: "Now, na, status, purpose."
After gasping for a while, the man spoke feebly: "Spider, Ash Guard, collecting sustenance."
"Explain these terms you're using; don't speak in riddles to ." Erald Sparrow narrowed her eyes.
"You really don't know?" Hearing her words, the man appeared slightly startled, then glanced at her face and displayed a puzzling smile, "Interesting, you are indeed like the nickna they call you, a bird in a cage, true to the na."
Erald Sparrow raised the dagger, slashing it across his mouth.
"Ugh!" The man couldn't help but groan again.
"Are you provoking with my codena to anger ?"
Throwing the dagger aside, Magic Silk threads once again condensed into a new dagger in her hand, and Erald Sparrow's voice rose slightly: "Actually, I don't mind if you continue doing so, but ti is short. I hope you reduce your nonsense, or by the ti this interrogation is over, my promise might just be empty words."
"...Spider is my codena."
Seeing that Erald Sparrow was completely unphased by his provocation, the man finally spoke sowhat honestly: "My status is Ash Guard, so I have my own codena."
"Ash Guard? Is that a rank within your hierarchy?" Erald Sparrow asked coldly.
"Court-front Ash Army, Palace-front Ash Guard, King-front Ash Envoy,"
Gasping, the man uttered three terms: "This isn't any secret, especially for your Investigation Bureau, it should already be information laid bare."
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