I went to the underground and found Ulson and Fredero were already there, settling the guards inside. They were bound on their knees and trembled in fear.
Fredero opened the jail door and let me in. He was one of my men, the head guards of this manor. His age was similar to Ulson, but he was stronger. I took him in when he was in training and no one would paid attention as he was an orphan.
But I saw his potential. Though he was coming from my father's training academy, I knew he never once sold me out to our father.
Fredero took a chair for me. This room was like in a similar situation from where Eliana had been taken away at the other night. With chain hanging at the top, and the display of weapons for torture.
I crook my hand, signaling for the man. "Bring the bodies in."
"Yes, sir." answered Fredero. He carried both of the dead bodies on his shoulder, and threw them in front of these people.