Silverbell's meaning was clear-mess with Frank again, and Draco would find himself in the penance chamber too. "Urgh..."

Draco breathed a long sigh, as he knew that he could not protect his brother now.

Still, it worked for him, as Draco thought that being sent to the penance chamber was better than Silverbell killing Tigris on the spot.

After all, Tigris did not only mess with Frank Lawrence, the son of the Lord of the Southern woods, but he insulted the chief of the Martial Alliance as well. Those crimes alone were enough for him to be killed a thousand times over.

On the other hand, even after Tigris would become crippled after being subjected to the torture in the penance chamber, he would at least be alive.

As for whether he stayed sane, that depended on Tigris' own mental fortitude.

Making up his mind, he waved his hand. "Take him."

"Yes, sir!"

up, lifting Tigris along with the iron

and beg Draco and

taken away, Draco hurried inside the cell, rubbing his hands as he apologized to Frank. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawrence. There's been some misunderstanding before, but Lady Silverbell and I have cleared the air now, and she said it's... ahem, all in the past, right?" Draco glanced at

that Draco could not move against Frank, not

only insulted Frank at best, and Frank was not that petty-he

knew that Silverbell was taking considerable

hesitate to put a friendly arm around Draco's

with

just trading threats not few hours ago-Draco had threatened to kill Frank, while Frank had threatened to

yet, they were now buddies who looked like they had not seen each other for

confrontation just an illusion? Hell, they were all watching

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