I Try To Enjoy My Life But This Woman Keep Calling Me Villain-Chapter 160: Interlude

|3rd POV|

Lord Benham Rezghi looks at the paperwork in front of him and sighs a little. Everything is going to shit. After Gwyn is done punishing Amir, the former victim quickly reports what Amir has done to them to Benham.

There are twenty-two victims who come to him to report what Amir has been doing to them. After getting this information, Benham and two dozen guards raid Amir’s house and manage to find the hidden dungeon underneath his house.

Benham and the guards he brought found many human bones and even a recently dead woman chained to the wall. Not only that, they can find a lot of illegal documents about Amir’s little business, slavery.

Slavery is illegal in Verlagan Kingdom because the founder of the kingdom is a former slave who ran away from the Bukon Empire. Because of that, Verlagan Kingdom made slavery the highest offense anyone could commit.

However, what’s worse is that Amir makes an alliance between him and the empire.

It was the first time that Benham got so angry in his life. He quickly arrests Amir and is ready to execute him after getting all the information about his little side business and the spy he let inside Rezghi County.

He releases another sigh and looks at the dark sky.

"I’m sorry, my friend. I will break my promise. I regret not teaching him more, and now I need to kill him. I’m sorry, my friend. I need to kill your son for the grave sin he has done."

Benham takes a deep breath and walks toward the dungeon where Amir is captured. As he walks to the basement, he can hear Amir screaming on the floor while his men do nothing to him.

"What happened?"

The leader of the information gathering division, Arman, looks at Benham and says.

"My lord."

"Arman, what is going on here?"

"We didn’t know, my lord. We did not do anything, but he started screaming every time he closed his eyes for more than a second. It makes our job easier because he willingly gives us all the information we need as long as we do not close his eyes."

Arman takes out a scroll of parchment and gives it to Benham.

"These are the name and description of the spy in our territory. Lucky for us, there are no high-ranking soldiers who are spies."

"But there is a spy in our army."

"That is correct. There are about twenty of them that Amir knows."

"Twenty, huh? This is worrying."

Twenty spies might not sound much, but it is a lot in the world of spies. One spy is already too much for some people, but he has twenty of them in his army here. Because of Amir’s status as the son of his close friend, he lets him do as he pleases and hesitates to investigate when there is a rumor of him kidnapping people and torturing them.

Now, he regrets not investigating them earlier than now.

Many people suffer because of him.

Benham takes a deep breath, looks at Arman, and says.

"Can you take care of them silently? We did not want to cause chaos."

"Of course, my lord. Leave it to me."

"Thank you, Arman."

"It is not a problem, my lord."

"Now... What do you know about this."

Benham looks at Amir in a fetal position, and he can see Amir’s eyes are red because of the lack of blinking as Amir is afraid that if he blinks, he will arrive in that darkness once again.

"I don’t know. I already called the head magician to check on him. In return, he told me all he knew. That is why we get that name and list of places we need to visit later."

"I see. Now, we only need to wait, huh?"

"That is right."

Benham releases a sigh and waits for the head magician to arrive. After four minutes of waiting, an old man walks inside the dungeon with one soldier following behind him. The old man looks at Benham and bows a little.

"My lord."

"Hassan, thank you for coming."

"It is not a problem, my lord. This is the person, right?"

"Yes. Can you check on him?"

"I will try my hardest."

Hassan gets inside the prison and puts his hand on Amir’s head. He mutters something for a few seconds before Amir’s body glows in green light. After casting his spell, Hassan gets up with a frown on his face.

"How is it, Hassan?"

"This is an interesting case you put me into, my lord."

"What is it?"

"That man is cursed."

"Cursed? By who?"

"I don’t know. The curse itself is the most powerful curse I ever encountered. I don’t know if I can break the curse."

Benham frowns a little and says.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. However, I have some good news. I don’t know if you can call it good news. While the curse is latched to his soul, it will disappear once he dies."

When that word is said, Amir quickly gets up from the ground, holds the iron bar in front of him, and shouts.

"Kill me! Kill me! Cure me from this curse! Kill me! Kill me now! Let me kill myself! Please! Please! Get me out of this hell! Kill me! What are you waiting for?! Kill me! Are you a coward?! Then let me do it! Give me that sword! Give me it! Give me!"

Amir shouts as if he is a madman, demanding to be killed by the guards. Benham looks at the others and silently orders them to leave the dungeon, leaving Amir alone.

"No! Don’t go! Kill me! Get me out of this curse! Please! Please! Cure me of this curse! Please!"

Amir cries and falls to the ground. While crying, he closes his eyes for over a second and returns to the Darkness Hell. Just like that, his sobbing turned into a scream of agony.

Benham and the others ignore him. Benham, Hassan, and Arman walk to the lord’s office, where Benham looks at Hassan and says,

"Hassan, I want to ask about the curse."

"Of course, my lord."

"Will it spread? Curse is known to be something that easily spreads and can infect innocent people."

Hassan shakes his head and says.

"No. From what I notice, the curse will not spread as it latches into his soul and will not spread. I theorize that someone uses that curse to torture him because he has done something that offends the one doing the curse. The one doing it must be a great magician that even I cannot beat."

"Are you sure? It can be a talent, right?"

"It can be, yes. However, it is feeding mana in the air to maintain itself, which is the sign of a magic spell instead of talent."

Benham nods his head and releases a tired sigh.

"This makes it even more complicated. Whoever this person is, they are powerful, and now we offend him."

"I don’t think it is the case, my lord. Arman is doing this on his own, right? The magician will not do anything to you or your family."

"We did not know that. Amir is my vassal, and I don’t want that magician to think I’m offending them instead of Amir doing that alone without me ordering him."

"I think you are thinking about it too much, my lord. He will already do something bad to your family and you if he wants to do something bad. There is also the presence of Grandmaster Gwyndolin."

In their mind, they will never suspect Gwyn is the one cursing Amir because the healer and dark arts magician are on the opposite end of the magical spectrum. A healer cannot use dark arts, so a dark magician cannot use healing magic. It is just impossible to do.

They did not know that Gwyn was an anomaly.

"Right. You are right."

Benham releases a relieved sigh and says.

"Speaking of him. Arman, how is Grandmaster Gwyndolin doing?"

"The last time I saw him, he and his companion were exploring the morning market, my lord. They are buying a lot of fruit and food. I think they want to have a picnic near the lake."

"That is good. Can you go and ask Grandmaster Gwyndolin about the curse? Make it quick, and make sure to ask him as politely as possible. The last feast is a disaster, and I don’t want to make him even more annoyed at me and this city."

"Of course, my lord."

Arman bows a little and leaves the office, leaving Hassan and Benham alone. Hassan looks at his lord and says.

"Do you need me for something else, my lord?"

"Just a minute. I want to ask you to search for what kind of curse this is. A curse that makes Amir go insane every time he closes his eyes for more than a second."

"Of course, my lord. I will ask the other magicians and even my acquaintance in the academy."

"Thank you."

"It is not a problem, my lord. Anything else?"

"No. That is all. You can return to your lab or wherever you are coming from."

Hassan chuckles a little and leaves the office. Seeing Hassan leave his office, Benham releases a tired sigh.