Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 261 Don’t be afraid of what I’m going to say

After a long period of darkness, Wendy finally saw a glimmer of light through the sack covering her head.

She was pushed and shoved into her seat, and then her hood was ripped off.

"Woo."

After being roughly put on the glasses, she found herself in a dimly lit room, with only a single incandescent light emanating from the ceiling.

The room was clearly designed like an interrogation room—narrow and dark; she guessed it must be underground there.

Standing beside her were two tall figures completely shrouded in black. Wendy noticed that they both had prominent horns on the top of their heads.

“A hybrid. And a Blood Knight of Frederick,” she swallowed hard.

I never expected to run into their trap today.

They tied his hands behind his back to the heavy chair, rendering him unable to move.

At this moment, she had a magic-sealing lock around her neck, and she could no longer use magic to escape, becoming a lamb to the slaughter.

There are more ills than good luck.

The door opened, and a handsome young man with black hair walked in.

Wendy recognized him immediately; this was the guy who had knocked her unconscious with a powerful punch earlier.
He looks like a polite and well-mannered young boy, but I never expected him to be so strong.

Was he the mastermind behind this kidnapping?
Caesar nodded to the two Blood Knights beside him, who then stepped back and left the room.

The door closed behind Caesar, leaving Wendy and Caesar alone inside.

Wendy stared at the handsome young man, gritted her teeth,

"Can you find a lawyer here?"

"Heh," Caesar pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her, scrutinizing her with an inscrutable look.

The learned old sorcerer whom the fantasy customist spoke of, the female writer who volunteered to write his chronicle, and the person he had been determined to take revenge on since childhood, were now standing right in front of him.

Fantasy Customization mentioned that Wendy has half Isaac blood, so her appearance isn't too bad. She has a gentle and intellectual face, and her violet hair, a representative of Isaac blood, is loose and gives her the temperament of a mature woman. She looks like the kind of white-collar worker who would elegantly sip tea while writing copy in a coffee shop. However, there is a red fist mark around her face.

Wendy's forehead was sweating with nervousness. Normally, being stared at by such a handsome young man might have made her daydream and feel happy, but now she felt her whole body goosebumps.

"Okay, fine, I've told you everything."

Wendy couldn't take it anymore. She thought that if she took the initiative, the other person might be a little gentler. But if they tortured her, she couldn't stand it at all.

"I wrote that article criticizing the Frederick family as a gang that only resorts to underhanded tactics, and I also fabricated the story about them running casinos and engaging in prostitution."

Wendy said honestly.

"But, but I really was just a ghostwriter for someone else. The requirements and content were all instructed by the editor-in-chief of the Horse Ranch Evening News, that guy named Pina! And he still owes me 357 gold langs in royalties!"

Caesar looked at Wendy, who was visibly excited, never expecting such an unexpected gain at this time.

“I have no interest in this,” he said.

"Oh, that's good. I thought you were here to settle scores with me on behalf of the Frederick family." Wendy breathed a sigh of relief.

“But others are a different story, such as the head of the Frederick family,” Caesar said, pointing to the sky.

"She's watching you now too."

Wendy felt a chill run down her spine. That evil dragon? What kind of grand gesture did she need that required Wendy's personal intervention?

"No, no, what exactly do you want? I... I don't think I have any other grudges with you besides writing articles to frame Frederick," she said tremblingly.

“Before that, let me introduce something to you,” Caesar said, taking out a small device with only a rotating disc.

"This is the latest wireless remote control technology on the market. Just twist this, and the patch controlled by it will discharge electricity. Although it won't cause too much damage to the body, it will hurt enough," Caesar explained carefully.

"Then, where did you put the patch?" Wendy asked, sensing something was wrong.

Caesar didn't answer, but instead twisted it, and instantly, a surge of electricity flowed from Wendy's tailbone, spreading throughout her entire body.
"Ughhhhhh!!"

Wendy screamed immediately. Her fingers, which were restrained, tensed up, and her toes gripped the ground. The intense pain felt like it was tearing her skin apart.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll say everything, please stop!!" she pleaded in anguish.

But Caesar didn't turn the wheel back for a full minute. Wendy immediately slumped into her chair, head tilted back, face covered in sweat, breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving. It took her a while to calm down.

“If you think this isn’t enough of a deterrent, we can try something else.” Caesar picked up a briefcase, opened it, and found various terrifying instruments of torture inside.

Wendy saw one of the pear-shaped iron objects, about the size of a palm, and immediately realized what it was used for. Her face turned pale.

“This is just a reminder to make you understand the consequences of not cooperating,” Caesar said.

"You, you didn't have to do this, I would have cooperated," Wendy said nervously. Caesar didn't care about her. If it weren't for this guy, there wouldn't be so many inexplicable stories about him. His original goal was to kill this guy, but he spared her life for special reasons.

So even if Wendy behaves herself, he doesn't mind letting her suffer a little more.

Wendy's face turned pale:

"What...what do you want to know from me?" Wendy asked in a trembling voice.

“First question,” Caesar said.

"I've received intelligence that you possess a map of the ruins of the Eldaria Palace, is that correct?"

Wendy was slightly taken aback; she hadn't expected the other person to ask such a question.

"Where did you get this information from?" she asked.

But as soon as she asked the question, she immediately thought of the answer herself: "Did that guy with the lousy pen tell you that?"

Before Caesar could answer, she immediately cried out, "I knew it! You promised to keep it a secret! I even traded my bracelet for it! That was gold! That untrustworthy fellow!"

She also yelled at Caesar, "Where is that thing? Let it out! You have to give me back my bracelet!"

Caesar turned the wheel, and her cursing stopped abruptly, turning into painful groans.

After a moment, Caesar stopped.
"I was wrong, I was wrong," Wendy said, panting with her head down.

"answer the questions."

“That map, yes, it’s with me,” she said honestly.

Is it still intact?

“Complete. But,” Wendy looked at him timidly, “you, you don’t want it, do you? Doesn’t that kind of thing have collectible value?”

Actually, I was planning to hand it over to the Kingdom for some money, but the Kingdom is completely inhuman! Not only did they say it was fake, but they also wanted me to hand it over for free, claiming it was to maintain the market—that's outrageous! Sigh, don't you think?"

Wendy suddenly saw Caesar's hand reaching for the button and immediately shut her mouth.

"I... I can give it to you, but... what do you want it for?"

“This has nothing to do with you. Bring it to me. If it really is a map of the ruins, you might still be able to save your life,” Caesar said.

"You don't actually want to use that map to enter the palace ruins, do you?" Wendy seemed to have seen through Caesar's intentions, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I told you it has nothing to do with you,” Caesar said coldly.

Wendy had no choice but to shut her mouth.

“Next question,” Caesar continued, “How did you recognize that it was a map of the ruins of the Eldaria Palace?”

This is the crux of the matter: how was Wendy able to confirm the authenticity of that map?

“Well,” Wendy shifted her gaze, as if the question had touched on something.

"Because I am very interested in the palace of Eldaria and often study ancient architectural layouts, I was able to recognize that map at a glance."

Caesar stared at her in disbelief, feeling that Wendy was definitely hiding something.

His hand reached for the turntable, and Wendy immediately reacted.

"Wait, I'll tell the truth! I'll tell the truth!"

"Say it."

"But can you guarantee you won't say I'm crazy?" Wendy asked hesitantly.

"What is this request?" Caesar asked.

"Because what I'm about to say is terrifying, it might shatter your worldview, and almost no one will believe it. Those who have heard it all say I'm crazy, insane, but it's all true." Wendy suddenly put on a serious face and spoke in a low voice.

"Playing tricks?" Caesar frowned.

“Absolutely not! I swear on my eighty-seven years of chastity! Everything I said is true!” Wendy straightened up and said solemnly.

"Who cares about that?" he said speechlessly.

Wendy's eyes darted around for a moment, then she leaned forward, as if she wanted to tell him in a very discreet way.

Caesar leaned forward slightly, ready to listen.

Wendy stared intently at him and said softly:
"The creator of Eldaria, Emperor Reantandin, is actually still alive, and I am his chosen one. All my knowledge was personally imparted to me by him!"

(End of this chapter)