12 O'Clock Marionette

Chapter 58

The man’s bravado crumbled in an instant.

"H-heh. That was a joke, you know that, right?"

"Your jokes aren’t funny."

"Ahaha, I’ll make sure to practice for next time."

"What makes you think there will be a next time?"

Cruello lightly dragged his dagger across the desk, playing along with the threatening atmosphere.

The man’s pupils trembled as if an earthquake had struck his very soul.@@@@

"W-wait, why wouldn’t there be a next time? Come on, let’s not do this. I know a lot of things, okay? So, how about putting that knife away first—"

His arms were spread wide by the iron shackles, and his body hung limp.

There were no signs of torture, but judging by his injuries, he had been hurt in a fight.

"At least he’s still breathing."

I gave Cruello a quick glance, and he wordlessly knocked Dylan unconscious, stuffing him into a corner.

We used the keys we had taken from the office to unlock the cell and stepped inside.

Just as I was about to check the investigator’s condition—

Something fell from his tattered clothes.

A pale-colored coin pouch.

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