The man in military uniform in front of him had a gloomy expression.
"Frey, what did she say?"
"She said she was a prisoner."
"Prisoner?"
"It means slave."
The man looked at the woman standing in the interrogation hall.
"I did not abuse you, either mentally or physically."
The woman opened her bloodshot eyes, filled with anger.
"Sir, it is true that we were never tortured or placed under house arrest—"
Suddenly, the woman's soul seemed to have been drained out, and the anger in her eyes disappeared. Tears and blood left from the canthus of her eyes, covering her face. He murmured like he was talking to himself:
"You just crushed our faith."