"Ahhhhhhh—"
The shadow of spring fell on the knight's helmet, illuminating his frantically struggling body.
His feet were shackled with iron, his throat fiercely bound with a leather cord, and his golden hair was soaked with sweat.
Once a high and mighty Extraordinary Master Knight, he now had to kneel tearfully before the former farmer, begging for mercy.
The surrounding infantry captains showed no sympathy, only watching with smirks.
Only a few nobles from the Falan Observation Team standing beside Jeska showed signs of reluctance.
Using thumb clamps during interrogation had always been a tactic used by noble lords against farmers; no one expected it to be used on a noble.
Jeska sat boldly on a rock, his single eye emitting a chilling light.
"Any more?" Grabbing the knight's beautiful golden hair, Little Hart, with bristles on his temples, pressed a short knife against his neck.
