"We don't know where Zaar is, and even if we knew, we would not tell you!" said the girl.
Hearing that, I grinned angrily, but inside, I felt joy.
They aren't the only ones. I have seen many like them, bound and getting tortured, but not a single one had opened their mouth in front of the enemy.
This is Tor.
"Well, it seemed like. I will have to torture it out of you and let me tell you. I am pretty good at torturing," I said angrily as I took out my kit.
"Do your worst!" challenged the man beside him.
Hun!
"Oh, I will," I replied as I picked up a bottle to remove the solution when I felt something behind.
"Die!" said the soft voice and saw the blade at my neck, with an elvish man appearing with a grin on his face.
A terror appeared on my face as its blade touched my neck.
When suddenly, it vanished, and there was confusion before surprise flashed in the eyes of the prime, followed by recognition and then terror.
