M.I.C.E Trapped (Sub-chapter)

At the western border of Nation, cold winds blew through, heralding the approach of winter. As dusk fell, cries of pain and anguish echoed. Two days had passed since the failed raid. Somewhere in Nation's field camp, a soldier was tied to a post, his body covered in wounds. In his tattered Nation Guard uniform, he continued to weep in pain.

Stratos heated the blade, looking at the unfortunate soldier, whose wounds were festering, blood dripping, screams of pain continuing to ring out.

"How long have we stayed together, buddy? We know each other too well, don't we?" A savage smile appeared on his lips. And in the soldier's eyes, he was no different from a demon in human form.

"General.... I beg you... really, it's me—"

Before he could finish, Stratos stabbed the blade into the soldier's thigh. The pain overwhelmed him, controlling his mind completely, his screams echoing again.

"That's not the answer, buddy," Stratos calmly replied, twisting the blade.

Seeing that the soldier remained tight-lipped, Stratos sighed, then withdrew the knife, showing a disappointed expression.

"Sigh..... the first day I met you, you were a brave warrior of the Nation Guard, but it turns out..." Stratos turned around, walking towards the deputy commander behind him.

He drew his sword, slowly unsheathing it, the runes on the blade glowing red, magical energy ready. With the sword, he approached the soldier. In utter panic and fear, the soldier decided to speak. The deputy commander immediately recorded the soldier's statements. After finishing, the soldier's eyes became filled with hatred, glaring at Stratos with angry eyes.

"How did you know?" He asked him.

"So, let's guess why I knew about the trap but still went into it?"

The soldier was stunned; he was the one who had told Stratos that perhaps the 4th Legion didn't expect they would be ambushed. What he didn't expect was that he had deliberately walked into Lunamaria Whieblod's trap.

"I knew there was a mice in this unit, but I didn't know who exactly, of course, I excluded the remaining two," Stratos calmly explained.

"One was assigned to raid the 4th Legion, the other to raid the 12th ones. Whichever one set the trap, that person was the spy."

"Aren't there seven others besides you and me? How do you know it's not them who spilled the beans?" He frowned.

Instead of answering the question, he ordered the chief medic to use the blood contract to heal the soldier. After forcing him to sign that thing, his body would fully recover, as if before the torture.

"What do you want?" The soldier shouted.

"There are a few people who want to chat with you, buddy," Stratos replied nonchalantly.

With a snap of his fingers, the remaining sevens from the raid appeared, carrying many adult toys, signaling a restless night for the unfortunate mice. All of them surrounded the soldier, and it seemed they had a lot to say to him after everything that had happened.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, they are those who have been through life and death in the Nation Force," Stratos hinted at his question.

"There is no chicks here, and I don't like relationships between men and women in the military. So, make do with this. When we get back to the capital, I'll treat everyone," Stratos patted one of the remaining on the shoulder, then left the room with the deputy commander.

Outside the room, he was carefully reading the contract that the badguy had signed. In it, only when all his teammates were satisfied could the unfortunate soldier let go.

"The fate of traitors is only one," Stratos smiled faintly, closing the contract. Then he returned to the command tent with his subordinates and the statements from the unfortunate mice.

That night, under the numbingly cold winter winds, the gentle sound of rain signaled the end of the last autumn days, the air heavy as if all things were submerged in silence. But then, sudden screams rang out in the quiet night, mixed with sounds of unbearable pain and moans of suffering. However, in those moments, there were also strange sounds, moans full of pleasure and desire. Unfortunately, no one knew where they came from.