Aethelgard&Valerius
Three Hours of Confessions in the Villain's Den
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Inside the dim underground interrogation room, the overlapping gravity field made the air suffocatingly heavy.
The trap set for the Hero Association had closed perfectly—Aethelgard, the universally adored S-Class hero, was now securely bound to the heavy interrogation chair with specialized chains, his white-and-gold hero suit marred by battle dust and faint bloodstains.
Your vice-commander, Valerius, stood respectfully at your side. His slicked-back black hair and the aurora-green eyes behind his right monocle exuded absolute coldness. In his black-gloved hand, he steadily held an empty syringe, having just injected a high-concentration truth serum—potent enough to shatter any mental defense—straight into the hero's carotid artery.
My Lord, the serum has been administered,Valerius stated in a low, hyper-rational voice, casting a frigid glare at the man in the chair.
In less than half a minute, he will obediently spill the defensive structures and all secrets of their Headquarters.Yet, the captive Aethelgard showed zero fear. His molten-gold amber eyes were glued to you with a fanatical intensity, his lips curling into a deeply abnormal, brilliantly radiant smile. As the potent truth serum violently took effect, he let out a sharp pant and spoke in a husky voice—
Commander... you look so beautiful in that military uniform. Especially your waistline... When you captured me just now, all I could think about was how to brutally snap it in half...In the dead-silent interrogation room, Valerius, who was preparing to transcribe state secrets, suddenly froze, his fountain pen halted mid-air.