Chapter 802

Alistair gritted his teeth against the searing pain, his fury igniting. He disregarded the rules of hierarchy and lunged at Carissa. The result was a flurry of punches—one to the left, another to the right—before he even realized how she'd struck him.

After returning to the capital, Carissa had been exceptionally considerate. To ensure he could see clearly, she slowed her movements and raised her hand before grabbing his shirt. When he raised his hands to block, she expertly dodged and landed solid hits to his face. Before he could recover, she kicked him, sending him crashing into the wall.

This time, Alistair saw everything clearly but was powerless to avoid it. Her foot moved slowly, the kick seemingly casual, yet it accelerated mid-air, precisely predicting his evasive maneuver. He could only watch as he took another beating.

Alistair's face turned a deep purple; the pain was so intense that he struggled to summon his strength. Carissa brushed off her sleeve and turned to Argent, whose expression was one of disbelief. "Let's begin," she said. "I'll supervise the punishment."

Argent's expression shifted from shock to respect. "Understood, Commander Sinclair!"

Alistair, assisted by the royal guards he'd brought, was helped to his feet. His proud head hung lower than before as he faced Carissa.

Eleanor, pinned down, let out a piercing scream followed by a torrent of vicious curses directed at Carissa, damning her ancestors through the generations. Carissa barely reacted, merely watching the preparations before coolly stating, "It seems all you can do is curse."

The act of pulling teeth was brutal, but compared to what Eleanor had done to those women, it hardly registered as cruelty. The Heritage Bureau personnel were well-practiced. They flipped Eleanor over, pinning her to the ground. One guard pried her mouth open while the other brandished the pliers, ready to begin.

Eleanor hadn't screamed so shrilly at the Supreme Court. Even under torture, she had remained stoic. But losing her teeth and having her tendons severed meant that, untrained in combat, she would never walk again. She would only be able to crawl or drag herself along the ground.

Eleanor couldn't accept such mutilation. But now, it was out of her hands. Pain pierced her chest, making her body tremble violently. One by one, her teeth were thrown to the ground, soaked in blood.

Hatred consumed her. She raged at everyone, including Yuvan—"What a useless fool!" she thought. "If only he had sent more people! Then I could have died at the hands of his suicide soldiers. That would have spared…" (The sentence is incomplete and abruptly ends.)