His fear of Davey seemed to have seared into his very bones as Viscount Rutismar let out a shrill scream. "Ahhh! I said to kill! I told them to kill, I swear! Kill all the sick! If so many die, Sullivan's position is bound to be severely shaken! Of course, there would be a chance to dethrone him! So... so..."

"So? Did you discover the disease early and leave it untreated?"

"Yes, that's right! I left it as it was, allowing the disease to spread!"

"I see. Then I show up and suddenly start treating the disease, and you lose your shit."

Upon hearing Davey's words, Viscount Rutismar wailed as if pleading, tears welling up in his eyes. "P-Please, spare me! I was wrong! I won't do it again..."

Crack!

Suddenly, a heavy impact echoed, and Viscount Rutismar’s knees buckled beneath him. Aina had swiftly broken his joints, causing him to collapse onto the ground.

Looking down at the man convulsing as if shocked, Davey said slowly, "Stop making excuses."

Sensing the chill in Davey’s voice, Viscount Rutismar trembled violently.

"So?"

"T-That's all! That's all I swear! Please, spare me! I won't do it again!"

Davey remained silent at Viscount Rutismar’s fervent pleading. Then, Davey opened his mouth again. "What's the usual protocol in the Pallan Empire...