The Return of the Mad Witch
Torture

The man remained adamant about not telling Valencia any information about the group of shadow magicians. The sound of Valencia laughter suddenly echoed in the middle of the prison, according to him facing the group he had destroyed was something very funny. Valencia flicked his hair, suspecting that he might not get anything when interrogating the man.

“You think your shadow wizard group can defeat me? Hey, you're joking, huh? No one in this world can beat me.”

The surrounding atmosphere turned heavy, the prison ceiling seemed to collapse on his body, the man increasingly questioned the identity of Valencia. Making such a strong pressure right now was something that only someone who had magic in him could do.

“Who are you really? Are you not a human being?!” ask the man.

“Who am I?” Valencia smiled a smile. “I'm Valencia Allerick, if you want to know I'm an ordinary man or not, you just judge with your own eyes.”

Valencia pierces the spy's soul using an invisible flash of magic. The magic spread into a shadow that could only be seen using the man's inner eye. How surprised he was to find Klarybell's shadow in Valencia, he knew for sure the characteristics and likeness of Klarybell from a painting. Now he's confronted by Klarybell, the great wizard who died eight hundred years ago.

“How? How could? Impossible! That's impossible! It is impossible for something like this to happen!” The man was hysterical for a moment, he rejected the reality presented to him.

“Yes, it could have happened, without you noticing and without you knowing, you have awakened the lion from its deep slumber. Now be prepared to accept punishment from me, if I don't get anything from you, then I have to torture you.”

Valencia rose from where he was sitting, I don't know what else Valencia want to do to his interlocutors at this time. Valencia smiled like crazy, the shadow of death came to the man. He can't run anywhere anymore, he's already in Valencia's grasp.

“Bring me a knife and some lime,” Valencia orders to a knight.

The knight looked confused, he did not obey Valencia's orders directly, but he showed a sculpting reaction due to surprise because of Valencia's strange orders.

“Wait for what else? Quickly bring knife and lime,” Valencia command once again.

“B-Good, Miss.” The knight rushed to Valencia's orders, he ran outside the prison and immediately headed for the kitchen to pick up the knife and lime as Valencia wished.

It didn't take long, the knight gasped for a knife and lime. Valencia played with the knife as a cruel smile sharpened, the man seemed to tremble in fear, even gulping down spit he could not do so.

“What are you going to do, Valencia?” ask Leano.

“I just want to play around for a while with this spy.”

Valencia clasped the man's hand, he pulled his index finger and placed the sharpest part of the knife on the surface of the spy's skin. Slowly Valencia moved the handle of the knife, viciously cutting the index finger and then cutting the other finger. The man screamed in pain, not getting there. After that, Valencia drained lime liquid to the surface of the injured part of the finger.

“ARRRRGGHHHH!” The shriek of pain echoed in the prison mansion. All eyes that witnessed the torture of Valencia made them feel nauseous and horrified.

“Hahaha, feel it! This is the result if you lowly group of shadow magicians dare to oppose me! No mercy to anyone who disturbs my composure!”

The sound of Valencia's laughter sounded sadistic, seeing the man wriggling and constantly grimacing withstanding pain became his own satisfaction. Reibert, Leano, and Sammy could do nothing at that time, they were just spectators at the cruelty of Valencia.

“Seeing Valencia like this I remember someone who was just as crazy as him,” Sammy said.

“Yes, you're right, I also remembered someone,” Leano said swallowing saliva.

“Archduke Calestine. It seems that we are now the arrival of a woman who looks like her,” muttered Reibert slapped his forehead softly.

Minutes later, the man died slowly as a result of the torture he received from Valencia. He lost a lot of blood and lost a number of limbs, Valencia mercilessly gave him torture for the sake of torture.

“He's dead?” Valencia stepped on the spy's head. “Who allowed you to die? I haven't given you permission to go to hell! Wake you! Wake up!” Valencia stomped on the man's head many times until it was almost destroyed.

“Already, Valencia! Stop!” Leano broke the Valencia madness, he also brought Valencia backwards.

“Death without my permission, is tantamount to defying the will of the gods.” Valencia shook his long hair, and he left the spy's body in prison.

“You settle the rest,” Reibert's word to his subordinates.

Valencia was still irritated, he had nothing to gain despite torturing the spy to death. Valencia's irritation continued, the three men who had been with him since then could not do much.

“Just fix your aggravation, let's investigate again later,” said Sammy.

“Can't, it's very distracting to my mind. They will continue to do crazy things to eliminate those who hinder their goals.”

In between the aggravation of Valencia, his eyes caught Sammy in the middle of putting some of the spy's fingers into a glass jar.

“You want what those fingers are?” ask Valencia.

“I want to do research, the plan is I will also bring the bodies of the spies to my laboratory.”

Sammy seemed filled with a desire to research the human body, Valencia did not mind it.

“What kind of research do you want to do?”

“You don't need to ask what research he's doing. Just so you know, he's a weird research maniac, he's always doing research that's hard for humans to understand. Sometimes he also makes his servant as a guinea pig,” Leano chirped.

Leano served his homemade food on the table, Valencia's annoyance vanished while he saw the food in front of his eyes.

“Although my research is labeled strange, there is actually something that I have always wanted to make that is a drug that can strengthen the stamina of knights as well as a drug that can heal wounds quickly like magic.”

Sammy's goal caught Valencia's attention suddenly, who would have thought if there were humans from the Solvey continent trying hard to make drugs commonly used in the Mihovil continent armed with minimal knowledge about magic.

“You mean, you want to make potions?”

Sammy glanced at Valencia. “Yes, potions! On the continent of Mihovil everyone calls it potion.”