The Extra's Return

Chapter 98 Captured

After Yary became convinced that the severed human head brought by Pavlova was Duster's, he told Winston to cover the head with a cloth.

Then he placed his feet on the shoulders of Pavlova who was resting both knees on the floor and was looking down listlessly. He said arrogantly, "Quickly explain what the hell is going on!"

"Ah! Yes, young master."

Although still with a nervous and scared expression, Pavlova began to explain what had happened.

".... And that's how it was. After fighting with the woman named Jeanne, the magician you sent had to die there."

As Pavlova felt a little relieved that succeed told everything well, Yary began to frown. He was not a fool who would be fooled by such a nonsensical story.

"There's no way that woman can defeat Duster who is already a 3rd Class Magician. If you're lying, I'll cut off your head!"

"Kuhik!" .... Erm... But I'm not lying, young master. Believe me!"

The slave trader pleaded desperately. Nevertheless, it was true that he was lying. Even so, there was no way Yary would find out.

What he had told was just a story made up by Mesties.

Previously, he had made an agreement with Mesties. He had to lie a little about Duster's death.

If he didn't, he would be violating the contract he made with Mesties. But if he did, it was likely that he would be killed by Yary.

The reason why he lied even though he knew that he could be killed by Yary was because Mesties had been providing another way for him to stay alive.

When Yary asked Winston for a sword to cut off his head, he quickly spoke up.

"Aaahh... please don't kill me. It's true that he died because he was killed by a woman named Jeanne, but that woman was able to do so because she received help from someone."

"Carry on."

"Yes. Luckily, although my men and I failed to capture the woman named Jeanne who was the young master's target, we succeeded in securing the person who helped the woman."

Hearing that, Yary lowered his foot from Pavlova's shoulder.

"Where is he? It depends on how useful the person you brought is. If that person turns out to be just a useless weakling, then I can conclude that you're just making excuses. I will make your fate the same as that!"

Yary pointed at Duster's head which was already covered by the curtains.

Pavlova shivered with fear at his threat. Until he replied with trembling.

"H-He's in the detention room, young master."

He led Yary and Winston to the room where the man he had brought was being held.

***

I was currently sitting on a chair in a room.

With my face downcast, my eyes began to take in the details of the place where I was.

Dust was everywhere, covering everything inside this room. The floor of this room had become very dirty due to the dust rusting on it.

The walls of this room were also very dull, looking like they had not been maintained for a very long time. There were cobwebs in every corner of the room.

Saying this room was just a shabby room might be inaccurate. It would be more accurate to say that this was a detention room.

This room was a room inside the Marquis Stronghold residence.

Previously, I had made a deal with Pavlova.

I had promised to let him live if he would cooperate with me.

The result as you can see right now, I succeeded in getting into the Marquis Stronghold's residence without having to put in any effort.

Of course, I didn't come here as a guest, but rather as a spoil of war. So I obviously didn't get favorable treatment.

I sat on the ugly chair that was ready to break at any moment. The clothes I was wearing had also changed to a tunic. Both my hands were handcuffed as if I were a criminal. And all around me were several soldiers standing guard.

Indeed, I was here as a prisoner of war. Despite this, I still relaxed without bending my face.

Instead of being distressed like a prisoner, I was thinking about something else. I began to recall the moment when I had entered the Marquis Stronghold's residence. I had walked into this residence with my hands handcuffed like a souvenir.

'This place is too spacious and very different compared to Baron Warwick's residence.' That was the first thought I had when I entered this residence.

Although they were both residences of a nobleman, in all aspects such as luxury and size, they were very different.

The difference was very evident between nobles from remote areas and nobles from strategic areas.

If Baron Warwick's residence was just a Mansion, then Marquis Stronghold's residence was a castle.

'I think it will be difficult to explore this place thoroughly.'

During the time I was escorted into this detention room, I scanned the contents of this residence as much as I could. Starting from the structures of the building layout in this residence. As well as the level of security in this residence.

Therefore, a little bit of the purpose of me coming here had already been achieved. However, that was not the only reason I came here. The biggest reason I came here was to see Yary Stronghold, the Marquis Stronghold's only child.

'Looks like they've already come here.'

As I was busy thinking, I heard the sound of several people stepping into the room I was in.

"Is the person you're referring to inside?"

"Yes, young master."

The door opened and several people walked in. One of them was Pavlova. He looked nervous as he entered the room.

Meanwhile, there were two more people around him.

The one standing at the front was the old butler that I had previously seen at the headquarters of the Adventurer's Association. Servant clothes and a mustang mustache characterized him.

When the old butler saw me, he narrowed his eyes slightly. That was a sign that he recognized my face. However, he still maintained the calm demeanor of a servant.

Right behind the old butler was a young man who was probably around my age. He stood in an arrogant manner while holding a glass that probably contained wine.

Although he was male, he had the pure white skin of a corpse, a physical trait that is typical of a nobleman. Although his skin was white, I thought his face could be ugly.

I believe he was Yary Stronghold, the only son of Marquis Stronghold.

As soon as he saw me, he said arrogantly to Pavlova, "Oh, so he's the one who dared to interfere by helping Jeanne?!"

"Yes, young master. He was the one who helped the woman named Jeanne in killing that magician."

Pavlova nodded and clasped his hands together.

After receiving confirmation from Pavlova, Yary began to scan my body and face thoroughly.

As he looked at me, he suddenly frowned.

I didn't know why, but he seemed to be instantly annoyed when he saw my face.

"Tch."

He suddenly threw the glass filled with wine at my face.

Of course, I didn't just stand there and take it like a fool.

I stood up and dodged to the side. Although it was just a little dodge, I succeeded in not getting splashed by the wine from the glass he threw.

"Damn. Your face was irritating me. Hey, answer quickly! Who are you? What relationship do you have with Jeanne? Why are you interfering?"

"...."

"Oh. Wait!"

Before I could answer, he moved closer and snatched the adventurer card hanging around my neck.

He stared at the adventurer card for a while and said, "Mesties Warwick. Rank F adventurer? Bwahaha. Even so, looking at your last name, you must be a noble child?! No wonder you still have enough power to interfere and..."

He paused.

Looking back, he spoke to the old butler.

"Have you ever heard of the surname Warwick before?"

"Hmm. It seems to be a noble family with the rank of Baron in the southern tip of the kingdom. I remember a bit because we received information yesterday regarding a mysterious incident where there were many people who disappeared suddenly from there."

"Ah. Yes, yes. I don't care about those boring reports about the commoners. Most importantly, it's certain that the Warwick family is a secluded family, right?"

"Yes, Young Master."

"Hahaha. That's good. Then we don't need to set him free. I can do whatever I want to him, right?"

"Of course, Young Master. Even if you kill him, I'm sure it will be fine."

After receiving the opinion of the old butler, he looked back at me.

"I think you're a noble child who ran away from home. That's not uncommon. According to royal law, I should send you back to where you came from and receive a reward from your family, but..."

Suddenly, he patted my cheek while continuing to speak.

"Unfortunately you're a noble child from the middle of nowhere. So, it's okay if I kill you here, right?! Hahaha."

It was so disgusting.

I furrowed my brows deeply and looked back at him coldly.

"What the hell is that look in your eyes? Don't you realize what kind of situation you're in?"

Suddenly, he raised his right leg as if he was a soccer player ready to kick the ball into the opponent's goal.

According to the look in his eyes, he was definitely intending to kick my most prized possession which was right between my legs.

'Does he have a grudge against me?'

I knew he was impotent, but that doesn't justify making others impotent too.

With a happy face, he unleashed a kick with all his might.

"Bwahaha. Eat this! Since you've interfered with this young master's plans, you must suffer the consequences!"

Swush!

His kick was as slow as a child's.

That's why there was no difficulty for me in avoiding being attacked by him.

I didn't need any exaggerated movements to dodge, just facing to the side was enough.

However, the two guards who had been silent suddenly began to join in holding my body. They grabbed my shoulders so that I would stay still without being able to dodge.

Was I about to lose my most precious treasure?