Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 88: The Weight of a Shortcut to the Truth

The assassin jolts awake with a violent jerk. Her face twists in confusion as she takes in the ceiling directly above her, which is a very different scenery from the outdoor location where she was first encountered.

Of the two archoneldwyn assassins that attacked Daniel and his companions in the rover during the battle against the 100,000 eastern allied troops, Daniel and the others decided to revive the woman. Hekate gave her customary demands, but the primary focus is that Vaergraes determined that she was the physically weaker of the two during the fight, as her strengths lied in agility and magical prowess. Since they've taken so many precautions against magic, she was voted as the 'safer' option.

The woman pulls at her arms, which are bound 'behind' her back, which is on a slightly sloped bench, and her arms are tied underneath. She tries to struggle and writhe against her bindings, finding her feet, legs, waist, torso, and neck are all bound firmly to the bench.

Daniel approaches so she can see him, and she glares at him silently.

"Afternoon. I'm sure you probably remember me. I'm the human that gave you a run for your money."

The assassin stares at the ceiling, ignoring him. She still tries to pull her hands free, but Daniel made sure her hands aren't coming free of the knots until he desires it. She's wearing little more than an inexpensive flaxen tunic to ensure she had no remaining hidden weapons or tools to aid her.

He watches her hands try to feel her wrists, where she had subdermal objects hidden. She seems to be surprised, and he asks knowingly, "Oh? Looking for something?"

She sucks her teeth, but still doesn't look at him.

"I have some questions. You can save us both some time and one of us some excruciating suffering by answering them now."

"I am not threatened by you or the crowd of powerful fighters you had to surround yourself with in fear of me."

Daniel simply smiles. "Are caution and fear the same thing? Maybe, I suppose, an argument can be made. Of course, just because you think fear has been removed from you doesn't mean I can't dig deep enough to find it again."

She scoffs, glancing at him with her eyes and smirking as she stares up at the ceiling again. "Do your worst, human. Or perhaps the feldrok girl. Neither of you are powerful enough to accomplish anything."

Daniel sets a pitcher of water on the small table he has next to the bench. "Did you know, dragons and feldroks can be struck down without magic? I have a reputation to uphold now. I think this pitcher of water will be enough."

The assassin begins laughing, and Daniel asks politely, ignoring her laughing, "Who ordered you to attack us during the siege?"

The archoneldwyn woman finishes laughing, resuming watching the ceiling with a content smile. "I'll say you're amusing, with how pathetic you are, human. Whatever your true secret is, I'm sure it'll be revealed soon enough."

"Funny. I was going to say the same to you. Are you sure you don't want to cooperate? I'd hate to crush your pride."

"I don't think I've ever met a being as stupid as you, human. Even goblins wouldn't be so incredibly arrogant."

"Very well. I tried." Daniel carelessly tosses a towel over her face, and she chuckles again.

"So, you plan to wash my face? You're right. I could never imagine a torture like this."

Daniel picks up the pitcher, looking over his shoulder. Hekate has seen it once already, but Vaergraes and Illianna look unsure. They seem to think he's as crazy as the assassin believes he is.