Count Swirzel's Family dungeon.
Underneath the barrack, there was an underground prison used to imprison the people that wanted to go against the Count Family.
Normally, the prison was filled with the screams of commoners who got captured for any kind of reason or the fighters that wanted to challenge the authority of the Swirzel Family.
However, there was something different today. There were five people who got tied up inside the cell. Normally, they would be locking up two people in a single cell, but this time, the wall had been destroyed, linking up three cells together.
In other words, the five people who were being tied up could see what the others experienced. Normally, people would be scared when others screamed in pain when they could see them since they ended up imagining things worse than what actually happened. It was a psychological attack.
But this time, they could witness what happened to the others, most likely for the worse. After all, the people who were chained here were none other than the Count Family themselves.
Yes. In the first cell, his first son was chained to the wall. His neck, his wrists, and his ankles were locked up.
In the second cell, there were the Count and his wife. The wife had been screaming about all kinds of dissatisfaction she had, from how she was being treated to how dirty the dungeon was.
Last but not least, Myzik and Risha were locked up together. In Risha's case, she only had her hands left since Anna cut her legs to incapacitate her. The same applied to Myzik, who had lost his arms.
They had been treated by the doctor the Count Family had. Although he was only a Spirit Practitioner, his skill was enough to close their wounds, so they didn't die.
Obviously, Anna was the one forcing them to call him if they didn't want to die. And the Count, having no ability to fight Anna without his subordinate, could only accept it and call the doctor.
Yes, the Count couldn't put up a single fight before Anna. In fact, he gave up the moment Anna came to his room. It was clear how Anna had defeated three Peak Spirit Wielders and came to him. There was no way a normal person like him could fight her.
Now that they had been locked up here, Anna finally came without any torture equipment. She might need one if she wanted the information about them, but she believed her past self was enough to torture them.
With cold eyes, Anna walked toward the Count and his wife.
"You wh*re! Do you think you can get away after doing all this? Even if you're a marquis' daughter, you're going to die a horrible death." The Count's wife instantly insulted Anna as if she wasn't scared of her.
However, that was probably the worst choice she'd ever made.
Anna pulled out her sword and pointed at her neck. "Shut up. I'm the one in charge here. If you don't want to die, then shut your mouth!"
As expected, the wife was only trying to be strong. The moment she felt like she would die, she hurriedly shut her mouth, not daring to speak again.
"Good. You're obedient. Unlike the Count, who doesn't want to give me the information." Anna smiled.
The wife felt relieved she didn't die. She even saw Anna pulling her sword back.
Sadly for her, the moment that relief filled her heart, Anna suddenly let go of her sword, dropping it right on her thigh.
The sword stabbed her thigh and due to the weight of the sword, it fell down to the side, poking out of the flesh.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed in pain. Tears were coming out of her eyes. She had given birth to her son, so she was already aware of some pain. But this time, the pain was beyond her imagination.
After all, Anna smiled coldly while saying as if she was enjoying the sight. "Oops. I accidentally dropped my sword. Sorry, sorry."
"AAAAHHHHHH!" She continued to scream. Her focus was gone and there was no telling if she could hear Anna or not.
Anna raised her sword first before pulling it out.
The Count and his son were stunned because they couldn't imagine what kind of pain she was experiencing.
Anna calmly walked to the Count and asked, "So, where is the letter? I also need to know when you are going to pay? If you don't pay, I can't go back, you know."
The Count was shaking, but there was a problem if he spilled the beans. The moment the Royal Family made their move, he might experience something even worse. All his family would be executed and that would be the end of his line.
"Ah, it seems that you can't answer me. Now that I think about it, it's already dawn. It's time for breakfast… It seems that I have to give you breakfast since I can't afford you to die because of hunger."
Anna smiled and walked away. The tension rose when she left because the madam kept screaming in pain. She was cursing Anna in tears, wanting her to die.
It took Anna fifteen minutes to come back. She brought a black pot filled with water, boiling it in front of them.
"Don't worry. I'm going to make soup. I'm sure the Count can remember it after having breakfast." Anna made an innocent smile as if she believed this was truly the case. If Noel had been here, he would have stopped Anna from going through all this. But without him, Anna could release the chains that bound her past memory from affecting her character.
"So, Count Swirzel. I hope that you're not a picky eater…"
"Kill me. You won't get anything from me." The Count spat on her, which she avoided. He knew what would happen to him, so it was better if he took the brunt and made Anna spare the rest. "Even if you try to torture them, you won't get anything. Only I know the thing you want."
"Oh… I think you forgot something." Anna smirked. Suddenly, Anna waved her sword, straight at the madam's feet, specifically her toes.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" The madam screamed again. Her body was convulsing, shocking the Count.
"You…" The Count thought she would stop if she focused on him. But no, Anna's past life was the exact opposite of Noel's. She was extremely cruel.
"I think you forgot something." Anna picked up the toes and said, "We're talking about breakfast, not what I want."
With how Anna grabbed the severed toes, the Count felt like he knew what Anna planned to do. In that instant, his face became pale.
