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!"

jailers strode up, lifting Tigris along with the iron chair he was strapped

and beg Draco and Silverbell for mercy. Naturally,

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

argue that Draco could not move against Frank, not when

such, Draco had only insulted Frank at best, and

call earlier, he knew that Silverbell was taking considerable

to put a friendly arm around Draco's shoulder, laughing

with

certainly a bizarre sight for the inmates around them, as those two were just trading threats not few hours ago-Draco had threatened to kill

now buddies who looked like they had not seen each other

their earlier confrontation just an illusion? Hell, they were

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