"So that's Fictor." Damian stared at the bound figure in front of him. They were now in an underground prison. The spacious but quiet room was now more crowded. "I already know about you who are a former subordinate of the Western General. But can you tell me the reason you left the Western Army?"
"Do I have to answer you?" Fictor asked back sarcastically. "I know that, you won't die so easily."
"Of course. Who said I would die just like that just because of a small bomb?" Damian smirked, he stepped closer, pulling Fictor's hair back until the man now looked up at him. "Answer my question, you know that I am not a patient and humble person."
Fictor turned his face away with difficulty, refusing to look at Damian. "Stop meddling in other people's business, Southern General."
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