The training yard was busy with everyone working hard and sparring. After witnessing the unreal fight of a little girl holding out on her own just as any other seasoned adventurer would have; they were determined to train harder. Mina was finding joy on helping the other light magic users giving them tips and tricks on how to use their magic effectively. Unlike Mina, they were having a harder time trying to muster the mana powerful enough to produce walls. Mina was very patient with them and was glad to be an instructor for once. Roth on the other hand was not giving the others an easier time. They were no exception to the harsh training that he applied to Mina.

His first group were swordsmen, teaching them the basic footwork and movement of handling a sword. Though they initially were offended that a young person was teaching them how to train in swordplay, they quickly realized how far they were. All the adventurers were tin and porcelain ranks with very egotistical attitudes. Roth put them back in their place and reminded them that they have to be vigilant and never underestimate an opponent, no matter how they look. The second group were magic casters. All ranging from the four attributes of the elements: Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire. Roth observed their method of casting as the majority of them used only their hands to cast while the rest were using a staff of their choice.

While casting with hands is efficient and much quicker, their aim is very poor and lack power in their casting. While staffs are much more accurate, they require more finesse and much more caution. Staff users were also very weak and inexperienced with swords or any type of fighting other than magic. Roth took this opportunity to train them up to speed. The same crushing training he put Mina through, only this time his new skills will get them training much faster. For the past few days, they have done nothing but vigorous exercises, mana exertion, and stamina strengthening. Slowly, they were getting into the routine of working very hard with Roth almost getting competitive to see who can out last training till failure.

"Hey kid, got a moment? Aufnier is here for you."

He turns to see Zacharey and Aufnier standing beside each other. He stops his sparing with his trainee and heads towards Zacharey.

"What's up? Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, nothing of such sort Mr. Malvikun. I was wondering if you can help us with the interrogations of the prisoners we captured from the estate."

Roth looked at Aufnier in great confusion.

"What? Why me?"

"You see... Mr. Malvikun... they are refusing to speak with us at all."

"Mhm, they mostly hurl insults and curses. One said he refused to speak to anyone, only to the one that killed his brother."

Now Roth sighs in exhaustion. But he knows he cannot refuse.

"Ughhhh fine, I'll let Mina know before we head out."

"Oh it's quite alright. She can stay here. This shouldn't take too long. Just some quick questions is all my dear boy."

Roth look at Aufnier with a surprised look but happily accepted. With a quick goodbye and a reluctant Mina trying to go with Roth, he finally sets off with the two guild masters. They reached to a cobblestone structure that was very cube like and stood out of the rest of the buildings. The interior was no different, everything was cobblestone. The benches to sit, the desks, everything was cobblestone. Roth imagine this place to make anyone, mostly prisoners, to be uncomfortable as possible. The receptionist at the front stone desk bowed and guided them down a spiral stairway that led downstairs. After passing several floors they finally reached the bottom level. There were no traces of any outside light source. It was dark and damp, the only light sources were the few lanterns that lit the wet hallways. They finally made their way to a cell room. The bars keeping the prisoner in place were old and rusty. Almost as if you could get tetanus just barely touching it. Roth peer through the dark damp cell to find the young teen laying down on the concrete slab called a "bed".

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The receptionist opened the cell door as Its rusty hinges screeched and echo the chamber walls.

"Be careful sirs, I'll be right here if need anything." As the receptionist stood outside the cell patiently waiting.

"Go ahead kid. Your time to shine again." Said Zacharey jokingly.

Roth grunts under his breath and enters only to be stopped by a vulgar mouth.

"I thought I told you stingy fucks I ain't talking. Fuck off already"

"Oh? I thought you wanted to meet the one who killed your brother." Said Aufnier chillingly.

The teen lifts his head up to look as he was laying in the cold stone slab.

"You're kidding? This is the guy? He looks too wimpy to be killer"

He gets up free from any chains restraining him. Roth stepped back a bit but notices a collar like the ones used on the demis, but it looked different from a slave collar. It was engraved all around and had a jewel in the front of it that connected as a lock. It faintly glowed a dark blue collar that seem to fade in and out slowly.

"Awww someone scared? Thanks to this stupid brace on my neck I'm weak and can't do anything."

"It's a mana dampening collar. We aren't going to take any risks with your history, boy." Said Zacharey annoyed.

"It's Dalek, not boy you red headed fuck..."

"I don't give a rattadon's ass. You killed many men, good men. Now we have him here so speak."

"Fiiiine, fine. So you're the one who killed my brother huh?"

"Yeah, I did, he didn't give me much of a choice."

"Pfft, clearly. But if you killed him, so that means you're strong, I guess. Even if you do look boring and bland."

"So tell me, Dalek, your power is dark magic correct?" Questioned Roth. The others stood behind him letting Roth ask the questions.

"Yup, duplicate magic. I can make copies of myself and whatever I have on hand. Not to brag... but It's a pretty nifty gift to have."

"You sound proud of what you did. These are other people with families and lives you've taken. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"Hahaha! NO. The fuck? Why should I? The world and this society gave up on us long ago. Why should I have any remorse for them. The Fidelity gave me and my family a place to call home. I lived too comfortably to give a rattadon's ass about other people. And if it means I have to kill and enslave a whole bunch a demi humans in the process then so be it, I don't care."

"My god you're a psycho, all of you are psychos. Is this what the Fidelity is made of?"

Dalek lays back onto the slab and places his hands behind his head for support to rest his head.

"I don't know, you're gonna soon find out once the Fidelity comes for you all."

"What do you mean by that?" Roth clenches his fists tightly.

"We're on the list of martyrs now. I doubt we'll be alive in the next few weeks."

"So they just kill you if you're ever compromised? You're locked in here. There isn't a possibility of them getting in."

"You're not very smart are you. They have eyes and ears everywhere, influence across the whole continent. You think they just going to let one of their assets slip by and spill information. They'll kill anyone who is involved, and I mean anyone."

Roth looked at him like if he was some sort of alien. He felt disgusted hearing that and the situation he put himself...no, the situation he put everyone in.

"I'm bored of this now, close the cell, you're letting the draft escape. Fuck off will you, I'm done talking."

"Wait, what about that red stuff Connerey took, the one that made him insanely strong?" Demanded Roth.

"If you survive long enough then you'll find out. Now piss off."

Roth looked in annoyance and walked out of the cell with Zacharey and Aufnier behind. Aufnier places a hand on his shoulder and reassures him.

"Don't fret Mr. Malvikun, you gave us more information than we could get out of him. We must be prepared for their next move."

They all followed the receptionist back to the entrance, but before Roth followed, he stopped to look back for only a moment. He stares at the cell wondering what happened to him and wonders a theory of the Fidelities sinister tactic on how they recruit its members.