After the curse mage's ambitious prison-break plan was futilely thwarted.
The guards' cold gazes converged on the curse mage with his head buried in the table.
At the center of those gazes, the curse mage said nothing.
Then the chief guard, who had been quietly watching the interrogation, approached Julian and whispered cautiously.
“Professor. Should we continue the interrogation like this?”
“Yes. Please wait a little longer.”
After answering that, Julian gestured to the guards.
As if telling them to let the curse mage go.
The guards who had slammed the curse mage's head into the desk stepped back again with dissatisfied expressions.
The curse mage grumbled as he memorized the faces of the guard and Julian...
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