— And for love, nothing is ever too much—too little. —
For a long moment, no one said anything. And somehow, that silence felt far more dangerous than any accusation.
"Which snake, exactly?" the general asked. "Don't we usually call spies rats?"
He lowered himself until he was eye level with the omega.
Before Ren could react, a hand gripped his chin and forced his face upward. A crooked smile formed on the man's lips.
"Pretty face, huh?" he sneered. "Maybe that's why they sent you."
"No," one of the knights immediately corrected. "He isn't a spy."
The general raised an eyebrow.
"He's the one responsible for countless deaths on the battlefield. The one who slaughtered our men during the war with Hianshu."
For a brief moment, confusion crossed the general's face. Then realization struck. His expression froze. The amusement vanished from his eyes.
"You don't mean—"
The knight nodded.
"He's from Hianshu."
Silence filled the dungeon once more.
