Asher was led to Rutherford's prison and there he saw a silver haired woman sitting on a wheelchair, right outside the prison gate. Behind the bars was Rutherford looking haggard, clad in a coarse linen tunic and pants.
He was already growing insane from the lack of mana in the prisonhold. It was as if the air was suffocating him with each passing minute.
Clack! Clack!
The sounds of Asher and his men's boots tapping the floor made Aquilia look toward his direction and a dangerous gleam flashed through her eyes.
Asher noticed a change in her expression and lifted up his hand, causing his men to pause.
"I need a room. Is there a place in this prisonhold where the suppression effect can be temporarily removed?"
"Yes. My office." Geriant, the warden said softly.
.......
Asher walked into Geriant's office with Aquilia and sat behind the wooden table with his hands entwined.
"You look displeased."
