Gunmage-Chapter 41: Sergeant Von Heim

Looking through his dual perception, Lugh caught a glimpse of all the soldiers standing.

Through his left eye, everyone shouted

"No!"

Through his right, most people shouted

"No!"

There were a few exceptions—those who puffed their chests and looked like they were shouting out, but their lips didn't move, their mouths remained closed.

These were the people he was after. They numbered seven.

Lugh stepped in front and quickly pointed them out. The Prince immediately gave the orders.

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"Restrain them!"

Murmurs of confusion broke out. Some soldiers protested, trying to defend their comrades, others just stared at the proceedings, dumbstruck.

The Prince was unrelenting, unyielding, his voice harsh and carrying the weight of a major general despite his young age.

The soldiers hesitated no longer and began to move in response to his commands.

That was when one of the spies acted. He threw out a canister, and the area around him was instantly shrouded in thick smoke.

Visibility dropped to zero.

"Don't let him escape!"

The Prince, as well as other high-ranking officers, simultaneously shouted. The other spies, realizing that their cover had been strangely blown, didn't attempt to feign innocence and immediately pulled out their sidearms, shooting themselves in the head and ending their lives.

"Shit!"

A wave of panic surged through the ranks. Soldiers rushed forward, but they were too late to stop most of them. Only one remained unaccounted for—the one who had thrown the smoke.

Prince Lovainne had already drawn out his pistol and descended the platform, swiftly moving towards the area surrounded by smoke. Officers followed in tight formation.

The soldiers on the perimeter spread out, moving with urgent precision. Doors were banged open, houses searched. A lockdown was issued within a five-hundred-meter radius. Townsfolk shouted in protest as soldiers imposed an immediate no-movement policy.

"Something is wrong"

Lugh muttered as he followed the Prince.

Vaelith was already on the rooftops, using her magic to survey the surroundings. It was only a matter of time until the man would be caught.

What they had to worry about was keeping him alive long enough to extract all the valuable information he held.

Everything was supposed to go smoothly, but then, as Lovainne and his entourage continued scanning the surroundings, a figure lunged from the shadows, out of a building's window.

His pistol was pointed straight at the head of the Prince of Ophris.

"MAJOR!"

A brigadier general yelled as he leaped in front of Lovainne. The bullet shot him square in the chest, and he collapsed into a heap. The other soldiers responded instantly, but they were not fast enough.

The second bullet was already chambered, the gun barrel locked on the head of the third Prince.

His hand pulled the trigger—

But his body jerked from the force of impact, causing the bullet to misfire into the sky. Lugh had already tackled the man before he could cause any more damage.

They hit the ground hard and he knew strength wouldn't be enough to restrain the man.

It didn't really matter though, the other soldiers had already arrived, pinning the spy to the ground and binding him with a rope that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

'Seriously, do they just keep ropes on them all the time?'

Lugh asked himself, thinking back to the first time he was restrained. Upon further observation, he realized that the man hadn't been bound by a rope but by a belt.

"Smart."

The Prince had already arrived.

"Take him to a detention room. We need answers now."

His tone was authoritative and commanding.

"And where the hell are the medics?!"

The town had been thrown into momentary chaos due to the events that unfolded. All the spies in the higher ranks had been cleared out after Lovainne's actions.

The generals hadn't understood why the prince had initially given such an order, but they were now the most pleased with the result.

The spy who, instead of attempting to escape, had attempted an assassination on the major general, was bound and dragged to a place where he would most likely be interrogated and tortured.

Lovainne wasn't going to be waiting around for news. He planned on actively asking the questions, until he got a strange request from the Von Heim kid.

Lugh walked up to the Prince.

"Let me be the one to interrogate him."

"You?"

Lovainne asked in surprise, to which Lugh nodded grimly.

The Prince hesitated, then, thinking back to what the boy had whispered to him in the room,

"Gather all the officers, and I'll point out the spies"

As well as the instant results he had gotten, he had no reason to refuse.

"Alright then"

The general spoke, and Lugh rode with him to a small wooden shed outside town. It was a conjoined house that had been modified for interrogations after wresting control of the town from the defeated Heieg soldiers.

The faint smell of blood lingered on one of the houses, the one on the right. Lugh almost scrunched up his face in distaste.

In the company of the high-ranking members of the 14th division, people who bore the title of brigadier general, colonels, and majors, Lugh, a stowaway, now a sergeant in name, entered the house on the left.

The place was set up according to standard protocol, with a wall partitioning the space. A chair, a table, and another chair to which the suspect was tied.

His eyes held a certain calm despite the predicament he was in.

"This is gonna be a tough one"

A colonel told the Prince once they stepped into the room. They had come across spies like this. Properly trained by Heieg, these men were solid, extreme loyalists, and were resistant to different forms of torture.

"Can someone bring Captain Renshaw here?"

The admiral stated.

"He has a skill for this."

"Actually, no"

The Prince interrupted.

"Sergeant Von Heim here will be in charge of the interrogation."

"Sergeant?"

"Von Heim?"

Murmurs instantly broke out in the room as the battle-hardened men stared at the delicate boy who looked to be around fourteen, maybe even younger.

Lugh glanced at the Prince, wondering just what this man was playing at by using his last name.

His eyes narrowed.