“If any of you dare move a muscle, you can be sure I’ll tear you limb from limb. Now, let’s not waste any time and get straight to the point. I’ve got a question for you, and I’ll let the person who can answer my question go. Where’s the place that your clan uses to trade slaves, and where are the slaves right now?”
Arias’ voice was frigid. He looked at the four mages who were stuck in the middle of the storm like they were little birds that he could easily crush with his hand.
“W--what are you talking about?”
The four of them were taken aback by the questions, never thinking that someone would have discovered the clan’s secret. But of course, none of them dared to admit that it was true.
“Worthless rat no.1.”