Chapter 325 Painless (1/2)
Chapter 325: Painless
Lord Granbehl’s large fist struckme up by the arms with my hands still shackled The next bloas to ain
The broad-shouldered noble eating, and some of his hair had pulled free of the ponytail that ran down his back, giving his, he stepped back and straightened his dark suit
A young man hurried to mop the sweat from Lord Granbehl’s face The boy had the same fair hair as all the other Granbehls I’d met, but he lacked Kalon and Ezra’s build
Someone cleared their throat from outside my cell “Lord titus?”
My host turned and stepped out into the dingy stone hallithout even a second glance in my direction
It had been three days since I’d walked out of the portal and right into this political mess Every day, Kalon’s father had visited me to ask one question: did I kill his sons? And every day, when I told hi onThe rest of hts
It wasn’t bad, not at all My new asuran body wasa few punches, and so far there hadn’t been any lengthy interrogations either The worst part was the anticipation…not of the trial, but about Ellie
The relic still hadn’t recharged I’d been checking it every few is pointed out that I looked like a crazy person, so I had been holding myself back to only once an hour
The old man that had led my arrest, who I’d learned as Lord Granbehl’s steward, appeared in the doorway just long enough to wave for the guards to release ain
‘As entertaining as it is to watch you pretend to be a punching bag, I’uards closed the door ‘We really going to do this for three whole weeks?’
Go take a nap then, I snapped
‘Rude,’ he gru out the barred door to uard at the end of the hall couldn’t see into my cell, I laid down on the cot and withdrew the hard fruit-toy fro around inside it ie where I had trained with Three Steps
Picturing the cliwith the Shados, I released a small amount of aether froer
The purple energy huhtly curved extension of er I slid the aetheric “claw” into the slot and fished around for the pea-sized seed Although I could get the seed to the hole, when I tried to pull it through, the aether lost its shape and dissipated
Taking a deep breath, I conjured the claw a second tiain with similar results I kept at the seed for another hour or two before Regis interrupted is gruives uess
‘Oh So sort of like knitting?’
I rolledaether into a solid, deadly weapon is exactly like knitting I intended to return to my practice, but footsteps on the stairs toldthe seed, I stood, walked to the cell door, and rested my hand on the bars A jolt of htning I grunted and pulled away, flexing ain He gave me a snide smirk when he noticed my obvious discoet to ainst physical contact—to ensure our guests don’t attempt to force their way free, of course
“Now, if you would please step back to the wall…”
I did as he asked The elder waved a hand and the wall behindout of the stone and around,” he said confidently “These ned by the finest Instillers in Central Dos are unbreakable”
I tested their strength, flexing an to quake
Oops, I thought Alolden-haired elder was still s noticed I returned the look with a deadpan, alaze “Neat,” I said flatly
His smirk flickered “I realize, Ascender Grey, that your tiainst base fear, and you’ve already shown yourself to be adept at holding out through pain I’ll admit, Lord titus has been most frustrated with your lack of expressiveness He would like to see you squirm, to use his word”
The elder stood aside so another man could open the door and enter the cell This old studs that sreasy black hair and the gold ring in his ear
“Where should I start, Master Matheson?” he asked in a high, si voice as his black eyes trailed over my body
The old man wrinkled his nose at the torturer “Oh, I wouldn’t presume to tell you how to do your job Just make him talk” Matheson met my eyes from behind the torturer “I’ll be back in, say, twenty rinned, revealing black and rotting teeth “Yes, Master Matheson” To me, he said, “Grey, is it? I’rin widened—“I proey it roaned
I didn’t say anything, but kept my expression level and uninterested
My lack of a response didn’t seeer with a flourish and, in the same motion, drew the blade across my upper arm It was so sharp I hardly felt it
The wound let out a trickle of blood before healing over
Petras’s grin faded He regardedin the same spot, slower and deeper this ti to draanted attention and attempted to close off the trickle of aether frois, go to my left foot
‘If this is about —’
I need to li factor Just do it
My coh my body into my foot, and the slow trickle of aether redirected, pulled toward hiravitational force he had on it
The second cut was slower to heal Petras didn’twith interest as the reether For ish, but compared to a normal person, it was still incredibly quick
He ran a rough finger over where the cut had vanished without even a scar
He checked htly fastened, then took a step away fro what?” I replied, , the torturer held the flat of his blade to the back ofand popping and filling the cell with the stench of burning flesh
I letonaround inside it, which I held onto as tightly as I could A sis, but so my aether channels toward er, the scorch mark it had left behind was a deep scar in h, I only felt a kind of tingling as aether started repairing the daer wound