I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 205 Torture yourself properly!
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With a sickening thud as the iron gate opened, the nun's tightly closed eyes snapped open.

The blurry vision suddenly cleared, and the blond boy carrying food came into view.

"Hmph, it's you. Show me what you've got. Whether you insult me ​​or whip me, you won't get a single word out of my mouth!"

Saint Eileen displayed remarkable toughness, like a small white tiger baring its teeth at its enemy.

If you ignore her rumbling stomach and her tattered, dirty skirt, she probably would look even more imposing.

Hey, if you want to enjoy yourself, just say so. And do you think I'm that kind of person?
Upon hearing this, the blond boy felt deeply wronged, believing that the nun had clearly misunderstood him.

Ron Griffiths was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see anyone suffer even the slightest bit.

“Madam, I am quite impressed by your fetish, and I will not interrogate you. Whether you confess or not is entirely up to you.”

Ron spoke gently, without the slightest hint of impatience.

After placing the food in front of the nun, he asked in a deep voice:

"We want to know what arrangements the Papacy will make on the day of eternal daylight."

"I told you, I won't tell you a single word!"

Saint Eileen's eyes were defiant, but the regret in her words could not be concealed.

“Junior, your interrogation method is completely ineffective. The white-robed archbishops are a group of people with unconventional thinking.”

Just then, Fiona's grandmother's voice reached Ron's ears.

Clearly, this renowned mage did not think highly of the boy's ability to use love and kindness to influence the enemy and obtain intelligence.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. I didn't force you."

Ron shrugged casually, then pulled a cake covered in cream from a bag full of food.

"Here, eat up. We Stardust will treat our prisoners well."

In an instant, the aroma of bread and butter filled the entire interrogation room, causing the hungry and thirsty nun to unconsciously swallow.

She has been locked up here for a full 24 hours, during which time she has not had a drop of water.
Although she wouldn't die of thirst or starvation, she couldn't guarantee that the agonizing hunger wouldn't break through her strong will.

In this situation, Ron, who was her enemy, actually brought her bread.

This……

"You didn't drug it, did you!?"

The nun instinctively covered her chest and asked with a hint of wariness.

After all, this is not the treatment that normal prisoners of war should receive.

"what are you thinking?"

"Are you going to eat it or not? If you're not going to eat it, I'm taking it away!"

Ron's face darkened, and he picked up the bread, took a bite, and swallowed it.

He's a well-known handsome young man in the surrounding villages, why would he need to resort to this method to find a woman?

Upon seeing this, Saint Ellen felt a surge of emotion, and her fondness for Ron grew stronger.

She knew she had met a good person.

"Thank you."

Without further hesitation, the nun took the bread and began to eat it in small bites.

However, after eating only half of it, she suddenly realized something and said rather awkwardly:
"Even if you've done me a favor, don't try to blackmail me with that. At worst, I'll repay you with my body!"

You want to eat and drink for free and still take advantage of me?

Ron pursed his lips, didn't respond, and instead said thoughtfully:

"Miss Ellen, what do you want to do most right now?"

I mean... what is your dream?

dream?

The nun, who was chewing her bread, was taken aback by the question.

If it's a short-term dream, then naturally it's to escape from here.

However, for now, the most important thing is to withstand the interrogation and not betray the Vatican's intelligence. "Endure the interrogation without revealing a single piece of information."

She spoke the truth.

What a magnificent dream...

Ron sighed inwardly, unable to suppress the urge to help others.

"It's not easy to get through interrogation. For ordinary people, physical pain or confusion can lead to the leakage of information."

"However, for you, the physical aspect is not a concern, but the mental aspect is a bit harder to say..."

Ron offered his own perspective from a professional standpoint.

"What should we do then!?"

The nun was shocked upon hearing this and instinctively asked a question in return.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that the person in front of her was an enemy, so she lowered her head again.

"Here, this is a potion that can completely restore your mental state. It will not only keep you awake, but also give you a powerful learning ability."

Seeing the white-robed archbishop lower his head, Ron quickly took out the medicine that Mr. Sid had prepared from his pocket.

This, this…

The nun was stunned, unable to believe what was happening before her eyes.

"Is this good?"

Even as a prisoner, she felt unworthy of the honor and was worried for Ron.

Seeing this, Ron said sincerely:
"I will be in charge of the following interrogations, and I don't want to take advantage of anyone."

Moreover, helping every dream is Ron's motto.

Upon hearing this, the nun's lips trembled slightly, as if she saw endless holy light emanating from behind the boy.

How upright and honorable this is! Even if the Holy Light God were alive, he would not have done so!

No wonder he was able to defeat that lunatic, Coster...

Without any hesitation, Saint Eileen took the potion, opened the stopper, and drank it all in one gulp.

The next moment, the coolness of the potion mixed with a faint peach scent rushed into my mind, dispelling all drowsiness, fatigue, and negative emotions.

My brain, which had been feeling incredibly heavy just moments before, suddenly felt lighter.

"Are you ready? I'm about to begin the interrogation."

At this moment, Saint Eleanor, whose physical strength had mostly recovered and whose spirit was no longer weak, heard Ron's voice.

She pursed her lips shyly and nodded emphatically.

"I'm ready!"

Come on, even if you use the most severe torture, I am confident that I can endure it.

Hmm, you seem quite confident...

Seeing this, Ron nodded and then tossed a book from under his mage robes.

The nun looked down.
From Beginner to Cemetery: A Guide to Dharma Practice

For some reason, upon seeing this book, she found herself unable to suppress the urge to learn it.

The white-robed archbishop's expression changed, and his fingers trembled as he turned to a page, where, as expected, he saw an explanation of the principles behind a spell called "Illumination".

How is magic constructed? How should spell models be built? How can the distance and output power of magic nodes be calculated quickly?

One knowledge point after another entered her mind, until finally she saw the homework questions.

Find the spell model for x+yz.

It is well known that people can create miracles when they reach their limits, except in mathematics.

In math, you either know it or you don't.

In a daze, Saint Eileen seemed to see two demonic horns sprouting from Ron's head, as if to say:
"Go ahead and torture yourself with math problems, you slut!"

(End of this chapter)