This doesn't look like a prison sentence, Isabella thought, if she doesn't look down at the shackles on her wrists and feet.
Since telling them that the cage constructed by the Stone of Retaliation was ineffective against her, she was moved to a normal bedroom guarded by guards. After relocating to the western part of Greycastle, her "prison cell" did not change much, neither did she feel damp and cold, and she could not see the rancid and dirty water flowing freely. In addition to a bed and a bench in the empty room, there is a small compartment that serves as a toilet. The windows were sealed with iron bars, but it did not prevent the warm sunlight from shining in. In general, it was much better than the secret prison of the Privy Council.
Isabella thought she would be treated as a "normal" prisoner of war, especially since the witch's outstanding appearance was easy to attract additional coveting, but nothing happened - there was indeed a guard outside the door at all times, but no one touched it in the middle of the night. When entering the room, there was no humiliation or beating. Except for delivering meals on time every day, they hardly said a word.
The witch who claimed to be from the Federation more than 400 years ago would often come to see her, accompanied by a blond witch shrouded in the shadow of the hood. No matter what they asked, Isabella would answer truthfully. She even asked the two of them for pen and paper, and when she had nothing to do, she copied some secret histories or devil documents that she had seen in the Temple Library.
During this period, there was no torture as she expected. It could be seen that the blond witch wanted to trouble her very much, but every time she answered questions in detail, the other party left with a cold face, which made her quite puzzled.
Of course, Isabella would not think that these witches were naive enough to believe whatever they said. Judging from the responses of the two during the interrogation, at least one of them could identify lies. Could it be that the blond witch waited for her to lie before she could act? This is what confuses her - there are countless excuses to punish her, or there is no need to find an excuse at all, why bother
But as the days passed, her heart sank.
It has been almost two months, why has Roland Wimbledon never appeared
The answer can only be two, either the king still hasn't woken up yet, or the other party doesn't plan to come to see her at all. Either way, it's not good news for Isabella. Perhaps when she has explained everything she knows, what awaits her is the sentence and execution.
Although she is willing to give everything to fight against the devil, and she has no complaints about the result, but waiting for the day of death will still make her feel exhausted.
Isabella sighed, dragged her shackles to the edge of the bed, picked up the quill, and awkwardly spread out a new piece of white paper on her lap—the sooner she wrote what she remembered, the sooner she should be able to welcome it. relief.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the house.
The voice was a bit messy, obviously there were more than two people.
Isabella's heart trembled slightly.
The door was pushed open, she put down the pen and turned her head, and found that in addition to the usual two witches, there was also a gray-haired man. If the information is correct, he should be the fourth prince of the Wimbledon family, the current king of Greycastle.
Roland Wimbledon woke up
Or came here to pronounce judgment on her
Isabella stood up and gave a slight salute.
"I thought you wouldn't come to see me," she said with a calm air.
"You're Isabella who made the God's Stone of Retaliation I'm wearing useless... It's not that I wanted to delay it on purpose, just because I had a long dream and woke up not long ago." The other party's calm tone made She was greatly surprised, and the content surprised her even more, "In the dream, I fought with the pure, and finally won, but not as she said, the winner wins everything - whether it is knowledge, It's still technique."
"It's impossible!" Isabella couldn't help but blurt out.
"Why?" Roland asked with great interest, "Can't it be that a man can't awaken as a witch, so he can't inherit everything from her?"
"It has nothing to do with men and women," she shook her head. "The trophies that the winner of the Soul Battlefield can get is memory and lifespan. These are things that everyone has, and the unique abilities of witches cannot be absorbed, nor can magic power grow out of thin air, otherwise Zero has devoured me long ago. That is to say, it must be a creature that possesses both of these qualities in order to be included in the Soul Battlefield."
"You mean... and creatures she can't invade?"
"Of course, animals without intelligence can't enter the battlefield of the soul," Isabella explained. "Even if they win, they can't understand human memory."
"That could also be racially different."
"As far as I know, among the thousands of souls she devoured, there are also demons and mixed-species demonic beasts." She sighed, "It's just that these things happened before I was born and I mentioned them when I chatted with her. "
The three of them couldn't help looking at each other, "Devils and... Evil Beasts?"
"Why didn't you tell me before?" the blond witch asked.
"Because this news will only deepen your worries and will not help you solve the problem," Isabella said slowly, "Even Zero thinks that the memory of the alien species is too crazy and will cause a great burden on themselves. , and she has never made a similar attempt since then."
"It's kind of interesting," the king not only did not show a look of fear, but raised the corner of his mouth, "By the way, has Zero ever mentioned to you, what are the endings of the losers in the battle of souls?"
"It disappeared completely, like it never existed."
"Is there no difference?" He raised his eyebrows. "For example, those who surrendered and resisted to the death, the results are the same?"
"No matter what kind it is, it will disappear, but..." Isabelle replied thoughtfully, "Zero seems to have said that the memories she absorbs are divided into two types."
"Which two?" Roland seemed to be particularly interested in this question.
"One is chaotic and has residual consciousness, which will affect Zero herself, while the other is complete and left for her to look at," she paused, "the former recalled It's more difficult and easier to be forgotten... At that time, she just mentioned it casually, and I didn't ask much, but in a situation like yours, I don't accept a trace of memory at all, and this is the first time I've seen it."
This time the silence was longer, and the other party closed his eyes for a long time without speaking, as if he was thinking about an extremely complicated issue, and his brows frowned unabashedly. After about half a quarter of an hour, he let out a long breath, "So it is."
What has he figured out
Although Isabella was curious, she did not ask.
She knows her identity.
"Now, it's time to talk about you," Roland continued.