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“If you were truly at ease with your actions, why did you tell us to keep it secret? You knew you were falsely claiming credit for killing civilians!”
“Now, you still want to deny it? You have the gall to act, but not to take responsibility! You’re nothing compared to General Devin! You’re not even a finger’s worth!” Freya’s face turned ashen with anger as she listened to the dissent around her.
Ignoring the Westhaven soldiers outside, she rebuked angrily, “Falsely claiming credit for killing civilians? The battlefield is cruel! Haven’t our civilians died because of war? Were those civilians we killed innocent? Were they good people? They were all from Westhayen!
“For decades, they’ve fought us along the border, wasting countless military resources and supplies. I’m the one who got the peace treaty signed! The border conflict ended because of me! The death of a few civilians is a small price for true peace between our kingdoms! They died for a worthy cause!”
Her face had grown swollen from being slapped, and her hysteria made her features even more distorted. Her hair was messy, and she looked like a madwoman. For a moment, no one dared to refute her, not even Zeke, who suppressed his anger
Zeke had originally been willing to follow his cousin, because she treated her soldiers well. She always spoke of brotherhood and loyalty. When she married Blake, she even invited her soldiers to the wedding, earning a reprimand from Owen.
After today’s battle and her current words, however, Zeke felt he never truly knew his cousin.
Freya moved to sit alone, feeling extremely uncomfortable with her hands and feet bound. Her face stung from the slaps, her ears buzzed, and the cold made her feel even worse.
Leaning against the wooden wall, she desperately hoped Blake would arrive soon and rescue her before the Westhaven soldiers had a chance to exact revenge.
She also harbored a faint resentment toward Blake. Since he realized her pursuit of the enemy was unwise, why didn’t he chase after her? Why did he only call out a few times, and then leave her to fend for herself? (1
This left Freya deeply disappointed. In his heart, what mattered more-gaining military merits, or her safety? If he had caught up and stopped her, she wouldn’t have fallen into the hands of the third prince of Westhaven.
The wooden hut was full of cracks, letting in the bitterly cold wind that chilled them to the bone. All nineteen of them shivered constantly, their teeth chattering uncontrollably. Freya was struggling the most, waves of dizziness washing over her.
She tried to steady herself, her mind filled with worry about how they might torture her.
However, she was also somewhat hopeful. Westhaven governed with kindness and compassion, so they likely wouldn’t mistreat prisoners of war, right?
If they were going to mistreat them, they would have done so already instead of leaving them here
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Alas
Freya’s sliver of hope soon shattered completely.
A bonfire was lit outside, and the wooden door was violently pushed open. A tall figure, exuding a powerful and oppressive presence, slowly entered. Even with his back to the fire, Freya could make out his silhouette and knew who he was.
It was Liam, the Westhaven marshal with whom she had signed the treaty in Fawnrun
City.
Freya trembled violently, her back pressed against the wall as she stared at Liam in terror.
During the treaty signing, this man had exuded an aura of strength and bravery, creating a sense of pressure. At the same time, he also carried an air of elegance. The negotiations and treaty signing had gone smoothly and quickly. He agreed to some clauses she proposed without hesitation, with only one condition: that she release the prisoner promptly after signing.
He had been so agreeable then, making her believe the heavens were gifting her these military accomplishments.
But now, his face was dark and murderous, with a cold ruthlessness in his eyes she had never seen before. The oppressive aura he emitted felt like the presence of death itself.
Just one look from him filled her with icy fear.
Liam removed his leather gloves and tossed them to the soldier behind him. He turned to Edmund, who had accompanied him in. “Drag them down. Use whatever means necessary. These people have all harmed your brother. On the day the treaty was signed, I memorized each of their faces.”
Edmund gritted his teeth. “Understood, Uncle Liam. I will avenge my brother.”
Then, he looked at Freya and asked, “What about her?”
Liam smiled coldly. “Her? I’ll deal with her personally
Edmund nodded, then turned to his men. “Take them all out and strip them. I want to hear their pleas for mercy.
Everyone’s faces turned ashen, and they collapsed in despair. Yet, they maintained their soldierly pride and did not beg for mercy.
On the other hand, Freya trembled even more violently.
“General Tudor… W-We signed a treaty. There is peace between our nations…peace… Y-You can’t harm me! Let me go. If you release me, we can renegotiate the border!”
“Freya!” Zeke roared as he was dragged out. “How can you say something so spineless? You’re unworthy of being a general! The border has been settled! It’s not up to you to change it!”
Liam glanced at Zeke coldly. “We of Westhaven keep our word. Since the border has been established, there is no need to change it.”
Westhaven had already suffered this loss. If they went back on their word and launched an attack on
Victory Pass, it would tarnish the reputation they upheld since the founding of the kingdom.
As Zeke was dragged away, he threw a look of deep disdain at Freya. Knowing there was no way he would make it out alive this time, he shouted, “Freya Ernst, you’re a disgrace to Starhaven and the Ernst family!”
your family
Edmund stepped on his hand, and sneered coldly, “What high moral ground are you and trying to claim? When you destroyed villages in Fawntun, did you call that disgraceful? When you tortured a prisoner of war, did you call that disgraceful?”
These people were all despicable-every last one of them deserved to die.
Zeke endured the pain without uttering a sound. His face was ashen, and he trembled uncontrollably.
As the wooden door closed, Freya curled up, raising her pitiful eyes to Liam in a desperate attempt to plead for mercy. However, Liam’s words cut off her pleas.
“Begging for mercy will only make your death uglier. Since Hector’s family sacrificed themselves, Starhaven only has one useful military officer-the Hell Monarch. Your king must be blind to have used you. What military achievements do you have? You’re nothing but a beast driven by a hunger for false glory.” 2
Being called a beast driven by a hunger for false glory shattered everything Freya had ever prided herself on.
Outside the wooden door, agonized screams pierced the air. When Freya heard them, she nearly fainted from fear.
She knew exactly what torture her cousin and comrades were enduring, because she had inflicted the same punishment on the captured Westhaven crown prince.
Castration-cutting a man’s private part off while the victim was alive, and watching it writhe on the ground like a twisted worm.
If Arthur had screamed even once, the torment might have stopped. However, he had bitten his tongue and stayed silent. Her soldiers then urinated on his wounds and body, then slashed him repeatedly, mixing blood and urine together.
Recalling that scene had once brought Freya satisfaction.
Now, it filled her with deep terror.