GATE: Task Force Guillotine

Chapter 12: Trial

Announcement: Remember that Girls Frontline Fanfic I teased a while back? 

"Girls Frontline: Lingering Grudges" Is out now! you can check it out in my profile!

4 weeks ago me thought doing a double feature was a GREAT idea...can I just say that guy's a fucken idiot?

Extra note: I've decided Myui will now be 15 years of age since 11 is just way too ridiculous. The previous chapters will be adjusted as such 

If you think 15 is still to young check out Carolus Rex when he was that young...That guy was insane

Formal Family Castle, Italica

March 30, 2028, 16:30 (30th day of the Crescent Moon 638)

The atmosphere grew tense as the last of Darius's associates were rounded up and interned in the dungeon below the castle. The cold, damp stone walls echoed with the footsteps of the guards and the clinking of chains. In one of the cells, a man sat on a rough wooden bench, his hands shackled. The door creaked open, and a guard stepped inside, the dim torchlight casting shadows across his stern face.

Guard: On your feet, scoundrel. You're being moved to the interrogation room.

The prisoner looked up slowly, his expression nonchalant, almost bored.

Prisoner: About time. I was getting tired of this rat hole.

He stood up, the chains rattling as he moved. The guard grabbed him by the arm and led him out of the cell, the heavy door slamming shut behind them. They walked through the dimly lit corridors, the cold stone walls pressing in from all sides. The prisoner maintained his calm demeanor, glancing around with mild curiosity.

Prisoner: So, who's going to be my interrogator today? Another one of those pretty maids, or maybe someone a bit more... interesting?

The guard ignored his taunts, his grip tightening as they neared the interrogation room. The prisoner chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the tension.

Prisoner: Silent treatment, huh? Alright, have it your way.

They reached the heavy wooden door of the interrogation room. The guard knocked twice, and it swung open to reveal a commanding man in an out-of-place uniform and a young woman in a maid outfit.

Guard: He's all yours.

The prisoner eyed the man in the black uniform briefly before his gaze settled on the young woman in the maid outfit, who stood quietly in the corner of the room. With a smirk, he shifted his focus to her.

Prisoner: Well, well, what do we have here? A lovely maid to keep me company? I must say, this is a nice touch. How about you tell me a little about yourself? Maybe we can find a way to make this whole ordeal a bit more... enjoyable.

The woman remained unperturbed, her expression calm and professional as she stood silently, her attention focused on the medical supplies at her side.

The man in black stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly at the prisoner's attempt to flirt with the maid. His voice remained steady, though there was a sharp edge to it.

Man in Black: I'm Graves. And for the record, Miss Mohmu's here to handle the medical side of things, not to entertain you. If you're done with the games, we can get down to business.

The prisoner's eyes widened slightly as he took in Graves' name and uniform. The realization dawned on him, and he let out a derisive laugh.

Prisoner: Graves, huh? So you're one of those otherworlders. Figures. You all think you're so tough with your fancy gear and your big talk. But from what I've seen, you're all just a bunch of soft newcomers who think they can waltz in and make a difference.