Her Majestic Battle Cry

+25 BONUS Chapter 1339 After two days of careful observation, Carissa decided on her target: Miles Grant, the deputy head of the Waterworks Department.

He was 35 years old and had served five years in the Ministry of Infrastructure. Born to a family of farmers and scholars, he lost his parents at a young age. To secure his education at the most prestigious academies, he drained his older brother of every last resource.

After passing the last level of the national examinations, Miles entered government service. His obsession with wealth and his miserly nature were well known. He had long since severed ties with the brother who had once supported him, casting him aside like an old shoe.

If that weren't enough, Miles had also discarded his first wife, citing jealousy as the excuse. Then, he remarried the only daughter of his former mentor, who was the headmaster of Whitecloud Academy. His mentor had since passed away, and while Miles' second wife cfrom a noble background, she was treated no better than the first.

He was scum. An ungrateful scoundrel.

Still, men like him were useful-too consumed by greed and too selfish to hide their weaknesses. Once one had control over them, they would spill everything.

That very night, Carissa ordered Travis to act. Miles was seized and taken to a secluded estate on the western edge of the city. There, he was locked in a woodshed and left to stew in the dark for the night. Fear and hunger would soften him up before the real questioning began.

Ambushed on his way home, Miles had been thrown into a burlap sack before he could cry for help. When he awoke, he found himself in a pitch-black room that offered no clues about his location. He assumed he had been kidnapped for ransom.

He wanted to shout out, but then realized not only were his hands and feet bound, he had also been gagged. All he could make were muffled sounds.

Hours passed. Alone in the dark, his thoughts spiraled into panic.

By the tthe door opened the next morning and light poured in, he instinctively turned his head to avoid the blinding glare. He hardly waited before turning his head back, staring intently at the figure in dark clothing.

The person was dressed as a man, but Miles immediately recognized who it was-someone he had seen before. It was the Hell Monarch's princess consort, Carissa Sinclair He was shocked. He had thought he had been kidnapped by bandits, but to his surprise, it was Carissa. Hoarse and strained, Miles' voice quivered as he spoke, "Your Grace, I don't understand how I've offended you." Carissa didn't answer. Instead, she sat down on a chair that Travis had brought over, her gaze steady and unreadable as her men worked behind her. One by one, they carried in an assortment of tools: an iron brazier, tongs, whips, wooden stakes, and a rack, its surface mottled with rust.

The sight of those items drained all color from Miles' face.

His breath hitched. "W-what is this? What are you planning to do?" Finally, Carissa said, “There's no need to panic. I only have a few questions for you. Answer honestly, and you'll walk out of here unharmed." Miles noticed her calm and even tone. She didn't sound like someone ruthless. For a moment, he tried to regain scomposure, forcing a harsh tone as he spoke.

1/2 Chapter 1339 +25 BONUS "Your Grace, I am a court official! Kidnapping a servant of the kingdom and holding a private interrogation-do you not fear the king's wrath? If His Majesty learns of this, he will not forgive your transgressions!" Carissa chuckled. "Are you remindingthat I can't let you leave here alive?" She tilted her head and mimicked a slicing motion across her neck, her dark eyes glinting with dangerous intent. Miles' legs buckled beneath him as he stammered, "What... What do you want from me?" "I told you, I have a few questions. Answer them properly, or you'll suffer for it," Carissa replied, her tone tinged with impatience.

As her words settled in the air, Travis tossed a pair of iron tongs into the brazier. The flames licked hungrily at the metal as he flipped the tongs to ensure they heated evenly, the sound of crackling embers filling the room.

Miles had spent his career in the Waterworks Department, far removed from the harsh realities of a criminal. court. The sight of the glowing brazier and the tools laid out before him sent his heart into a frenzy. His eyes bulged as he began nodding frantically, desperate to show his compliance.

Carissa leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. "First question: How much have you embezzled?" Miles' eyes widened, and he instinctively shook his head. But when the red-hot tongs were aimed at his eyes, scream ripped from his throat.

"I'll tell you...!" a

Travis tossed the iron tongs back into the brazier, the sudden hiss of the coals sending sparks into the air. Miles' voice trembled as he stuttered, "One... one or two thousand silver coins. I can't remember exactly..." 1 Carissa's eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, she picked up the iron tongs herself and pressed them lightly against his chest. The searing sound of flesh burning filled the room, followed by Miles' agonized wails.

"Three thousand! No, 30,000 silver coins!" he cried, his entire body om convulsing with paix and fear. Sweat poured down his face as he gasped for air. "I swear it's the truth! No more lies!"

Carissa tossed the iron tongs back into the brazier.

Does MK Judd ond question? En know you've been embezzling?" "Yes." He could no longer lie, his face draining of color from the pain.

"And what about him? Has he taken anything for himself? Carissa asked, her tone sharp.

"I... I don't know. I really don't know!" Panic crept into Miles' voice as he feared that the answer wouldn't satisfy Carissa.

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