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“Lead the way,” Sophie replied calmly.
Eleanor was pulled inside. She roared in fury as she went, unable to maintain the calm she had in the carriage any longer.
The Heritage Bureau was vast, with a wide alley separating the east and west sides. The east side housed the offices, while the west side was where people were detained.
Since all the detainees were members of the royal family, there were no conventional prisons. Instead, the area was divided into small courtyards. However, the detention area was surrounded by towering walls and was heavily guarded.
Sophie had already ordered Alistair, the commander of the Royal Guard, to send troops to guard the place. The Royal Guard had arrived, but Alistair was nowhere to be seen.
As an official in the Heritage Bureau, Argent was responsible for all the prisoners held here. While the bureau had its own guards, Eleanor’s situation had attracted special attention” from Salvador, necessitating the presence of the Royal Guard for her supervision.
Upon reaching the detention courtyard, Eleanor was pushed inside. A few people were already waiting for her. On a small, shabby table, dental extraction pliers and iron hooks for severing tendons lay ominously.
“Let go of me!”
Eleanor struggled, but the weight of the chains held her down. With one desperate attempt, she lost her balance and fell forward, kneeling on the ground.
Argent appeared unfazed by such events, as if they were a common occurrence.
“Although His Majesty has stripped you of your title as a grand princess, you’ll still be detained in the Heritage Bureau. Consider this a blessing. Your kneeling now is an expression of your gratitude,” he said coolly.
With that, he ordered his men to grab Eleanor. Blood filled her mouth as her fall had reopened a cut on her lip. At Argent’s words, Sophie suddenly recalled what Florence had said-to the nobles, whatever they did to the lowly was a blessing. Now, Sophie wished she could call Florence over to ask if this “blessing” was truly one. Just as Argent’s men were about to act, Alistair arrived with two royal guards.
Sophie had encountered him once before at the Capital Guard headquarters when he brought a dozen captains with him. His arrogance had been palpable then, and he clearly didn’t regard her as significant.
He strade in with an air of confidence, his features betraying a lingering arrogance. Although he offered Sophie a curt nod, he directed his condescension at Argent.
“This is such a bloody affair. How could you have Commander Devin watch? Best to have her step aside. Wouldn’t want her to be frightened and need calming herbs afterward.”
His words dripped with mockery, veiled in a thin layer of disdain.
“Alistair!” Michael frowned deeply. “Stop this nonsense! Commander Devin has been on the battlefield and has seen her share of blood. Don’t look down on her just because you think you’re superior.”
Alistair feigned surprise, widening his eyes as he looked at Michael. He clicked his tongue. “It’s been a while, Deputy Commander Brown. It seems that you’ve gone from being a man to a dog.”
“Alistair!” Michael’s frustration boiled over. “That’s enough!”
“Alright, fine.” Alistair waved dismissively, pretending not to care. “I’m just reminding your master to be careful. We wouldn’t want her to get scared, right? If you don’t care for her wellbeing, I’ll hold my tongue, okay?” Michael clenched his fists, ready to swing at Alistair’s face, but Sophie caught his wrist. “Commander Devin!” Michael’s face flushed with anger. “He’s gone too far. Let me teach him a lesson!”
Alistair burst out laughing, his eyes full of contempt. “Your master won’t let you hit me.”
Sophie’s gaze was icy. “You’re both essentially deputy commanders and equals. You can’t lay a hand on him.” She released Michael’s wrist, but in a swift motion, she kicked Alistair hard in the stomach.
The move was so quick that Alistair didn’t see her foot rise until it was too late. The pain was immediate and intense, a sharp jolt that felt like his insides were about to rearrange themselves.
The force of the blow sent him flying back, crashing against the wall.
Alistair gritted his teeth against the searing pain, his fury igniting as he disregarded the rules of hierarchy and lunged straight at Sophie,
The result was a series of punches??ne to the left, another to the right??efore he even realized how she had struck him.
After returning to the capital, Sophie had been an exceptionally considerate person. To ensure he could still see clearly, she slowed down and raised her hand when she grabbed the fabric of his shirt. When he raised both hands to block it, she expertly dodged them and landed solid hits to his face.
Then, before he could even recover from the shock, she kicked him again, sending him crashing back into the wall.
This time, Alistair saw everything clearly, but was powerless to avoid it. Her foot moved slowly, the kick seemingly casual, yet it accelerated mid??ir, precisely predicting the direction he would try to evade.
All he could do was watch as he took another beating.
Alistair’s face turned a deep shade of purple, the pain so intense that he found it difficult to summon his strength.
Sophie brushed off her sleeve, turning to Argent, who wore a look of disbelief. “Let’s begin. I’ll supervise the punishment.”
Argent’s expression shifted from shock to respect. “Understood, Commander Devin!”
Alistair was assisted over by the royal guards he had brought with him, his proud head hanging lower than before as he faced Sophie.
Eleanor was pinned down, letting out a piercing scream followed by a torrent of vicious curses directed at Sophie, damning her ancestors through the generations.
Sophie hardly responded. She merely watched as preparations commenced before saying coolly, “It seems all you can do is curse.”
The act of pulling teeth was brutal, but in comparison to what Eleanor had done to those women, it hardly registered as cruelty.
The people in the Heritage Bureau were well??racticed in such matters. They flipped Eleanor over, pinning her to the ground. One guard pried her mouth open while the other brandished the pliers, ready to begin.
When Eleanor had been punished at the Supreme Court, she hadn’t emitted such a shrill scream. Even under torture, she had remained whole. But losing her teeth and having her tendons severed meant that, for someone untrained in combat, she would never stand again. She would only be able to crawl or drag herself along the ground once it was done.
Eleanor couldn’t accept such a mutilation of her body.
But now, it was no longer in her hands. The pain pierced through her chest, making her body tremble violently. One by one, her teeth were thrown to the ground, soaked in blood.
Hatred consumed her for everyone around her, including Yuvan??hat a useless fool) If only he had sent more people! That way, she could have died at the hands of his suicide soldiers. That would have spared
A bit of public sympathy could ensure the Kingsley family wouldn’t face too much trouble in the capital, allowing them to survive without having to abandon their home.
Henry’s marriage to Eleanor was meant to lift his family from its declining fortunes. By that time, the Marquis of Grovehill’s family had already seen better days and their former glory was fading fast.
With Eleanor’s support, Henry’s family restored its standing. His family members began entering the court and securing positions, while Jessica led the way in business ventures that, despite taxes, proved lucrative.
With both political and financial success, he may have initially struggled with his choices. After all, he had started as an ordinary youth, unaware of the dark depths of human nature. But greed had a way of lowering one’s standards, and what began as a moral conflict soon turned into a willingness to become an accomplice.
Henry had so many daughters with his concubines, yet he could easily play the role of a loving dad, making them believe he cherished them. Unfortunately, all those feelings were merely tools for his manipulation.
“Your crimes are unforgivable. His Majesty has decreed that you will be executed soon to serve as a warning to others.”
With that, Rafael turned on his heel and walked out, leaving Henry crumpled on the floor.
The Kingsley family delivered fifty thousand silver coins, claiming it was meant to settle matters for the women. Gemma continued to lament their poverty, Insisting that they hardly had any money left and that fifty thousand silver coins had drained their resources.
Sophie cut off her sobs and said, “His Majesty has ordered you to produce one hundred thousand silver coins??o less. In three days, your son will be executed, and your family members can see him for the last time.”
Of course, Gemma wanted to see her son. After all, he was the child she had carried for nine long months. But when she caught sight of the cold look in Martin’s eyes, her tears resumed.