Chapter 259: Common Enemy Inside the Rose Iron Prison interrogation room, Kyle finished tying the God of Death's Agent—wrapped like a mummy in rune-scribed burial cloths—to a cross, finally securing a thick mask over his face. "So tiring. Feels like all the hard work today fell on me, the injured party," Kyle complained, rubbing his shoulder. "Thanks for your hard work. Have something to drink and recover," Aiden handed Kyle a cup of pig's blood. "Care to stay for a simple meal too?" "I can't eat anything besides blood," Kyle shrugged, holding the cup. "We have something here," Aiden said, turning to Chief Guard Franda behind him and giving an order. "Tell the kitchen to prepare some stir-fried pig's blood and duck blood soup without vermicelli for our helpful guest. Make it according to blood-kin standards—no seasonings besides basic flavorings, and absolutely no garlic." "Understood... But Warden, isn't using so many burial cloths on this fugitive a bit excessive?" Franda pointed at the bound Agent. "This stuff isn't cheap, and you used so many anti-magic bullets today too... With all due respect, your insistence on halting work to modify the textile workshop for new products has started straining the prison's budget recently." They had used the burial cloths the Inquisition employed to seal magically imbued remains. Not only were they sturdy, but they also severed magic flow. A few layers were usually sufficient. But Aiden had insisted on wrapping the Agent until not an inch of skin showed, leaving only the eyes and mouth exposed, and added several extra layers. "Isn't this all for safety? Don't worry about the money; the Inquisition will definitely allocate funds for this... No, I'll even request extra compensation for the trouble," Aiden waved his hand dismissively. "This prisoner kills with a mere touch; his danger level is even higher than Evangeline back then." "So that's why you insisted Veronica and the riot squad not come out to help you?" Franda asked. "It was also to avoid unnecessary casualties," Aiden replied. Protected by his divine utterance and Kyle by his immortality, they could hold their own against the Agent. But ordinary guards, unaware of the opponent's abilities, would essentially be lambs to the slaughter. "Honestly, capturing a dangerous fugitive attempting a jailbreak single-handedly, protecting this prison with your outstanding personal abilities—I truly admire that," Franda said expressionlessly, glancing at Veronica nearby. "However, after resolving the matter, it would be best to return immediately and report your safety. Someone here nearly burst into tears with worry after returning..." "Chief Guard!?" Veronica was caught off guard. "See? I didn't say who," Franda glanced at her subordinate who had inadvertently revealed herself. Shortly after dealing with the Agent, Inquisition personnel arrived at the scene. Aiden spent quite some time liaising with them, telling them to report back to their bureau, before returning to the prison with Kyle and the captured Agent. "Sorry, I'll be more mindful next time," Aiden looked at Veronica. "Uh..." Veronica flushed red, unable to utter a word. Kyle whistled, looking up at the ceiling. "So, this fugitive, we just leave him until the Inquisition comes to pick him up?" Franda nonchalantly sought Aiden's opinion. "Hmm... But before that, I have some questions I want to ask him. You two step out first; some questions might involve Inquisition secrets," Aiden signaled for them to leave. Franda and Veronica obediently exited the interrogation room, but Kyle remained, instead sitting down at the table and leisurely picking up his cup of blood. Chapters first released on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net "Kyle?" Aiden looked at him. "I am also relevant personnel concerning the 'secrets' you mentioned. Besides, I contributed to the capture," Kyle replied calmly. "Having me here allows me to supplement information. Let me participate in the interrogation." "Alright," Aiden considered for a moment and agreed, sitting down at the table. Both turned to look at the "mummy" bound to the cross on the other side of the table, face covered by a mask. "May I ask... your esteemed name?" After a brief silence, Aiden initiated the questioning. "...Is there any point in asking a dead man's name?" The Agent replied after a long pause. His voice sounded muffled through the mask. Controlling other blood-kin to hunt in the city, being the main perpetrator in four heinous murders, and being an extremely dangerous high-ranking blood-kin himself—this Agent's fate after capture was essentially sealed: the death penalty. "Warden, I don't think there's much point continuing," Kyle looked at Aiden. "This guy won't reveal anything." Aiden understood Kyle's meaning. Someone destined to die usually wouldn't divulge information to their enemies. "The Progenitor's hound is quite perceptive," the Agent sneered. "You too. We're both hounds; hounds understand each other best," Kyle smiled nonchalantly. "The God of Death couldn't possibly be such a merciful Dominator. The fact that he hasn't revoked your 'Undying' power and killed you on the spot means you're the type to keep your mouth shut." "Or rather, if I were to say anything I shouldn't, I would instantly die in the most painful way possible," the Agent added. "Sounds like you and your god are two peas in a pod," Aiden also felt it unlikely they could pry information about the God of Death from such a fanatic. "But rest assured, the questions I want to ask have nothing to do with the God of Death. Five years ago, a cult calling itself the Blood Moon Cult appeared in Silver City. The person organizing and manipulating this cult called himself Mr. Bloodcloth. I wonder if you..." Aiden had barely gotten this far when the Agent snapped his head towards him. Even through the mask, Aiden could feel the almost tangible, terrifying gaze from behind it. "Mis-ter. Blood. Cloth?" "Looks like you know him," Aiden nodded. "Your relationship... was 'good'?" The Agent's reaction basically confirmed Aiden's speculation. "That damned man is my Lord's enemy! Why are you asking about him?" the Agent asked through gritted teeth. "He's my enemy too. Although having a common enemy doesn't mean we can be friends... at least telling me information about him won't hurt you," Aiden replied calmly.