Chapter 130

Mark woke early in the morning to the sound of soldiers' footsteps approaching.

A thread of fear rose in him before he even realized it.

Yesterday, on Christine's order, the torture had stopped and he'd been given treatment — but there was no telling what today might bring.

He'd heard that most of the rebel priests, and anyone who'd helped them, were executed within a day or two of their capture. And Mark stood accused of conspiring with them.

Creak!

The iron door of the cell groaned open with a bone-chilling sound.

"Count Castler. Come out."

Mark asked, tense.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You're free to go home now."

"Home?"

"That's right. Home."

Watching him look baffled, the soldiers smirked and tossed out a remark.

"You should be grateful your wife is so well-connected."

"……!"

Mark remembered the words Christine had muttered the night before.

"So I thought I'd…