Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Still, she refused to give up. She planted one hand on the floor and tried to stand, but before she could straighten her back, Berthanon appeared in front of her. His shadow covered her, and she looked up just in time to see his hand moving.

A heavy blow hit the side of her head, the corridor spun. Freya’s body fell sideways, her fingers scraping against the floor as she tried to hold on to consciousness. She could hear the Hunters shouting, but their voices seemed distant. The last thing she saw clearly was Berthanon standing above her, his expression still filled with excitement.

"Find me a Level Six Hunter," he ordered.

One of the Hunters immediately stepped forward. "Yes, Sir."

"Take her away and lock her up. Make sure she doesn’t escape, and don’t let anyone approach her without my permission. I’ll deal with her later."

The Hunter glanced at Freya, then bowed. "Understood."

Berthanon looked towards the end of the corridor. His fingers tightened around the whip, but the smile on his face hadn’t disappeared.

"I have something else to take care of first."

There was an eagerness in his voice that made the nearby Hunters exchange uncertain glances. He didn’t seem concerned about Freya’s accusations anymore, nor did he appear interested in questioning her further. His thoughts had already moved elsewhere.

The pill. That was all he seemed to care about now.

Freya’s eyelids grew heavier. She could feel her strength slipping away. Her chest hurt with every breath, and she was certain that at least a few of her ribs had been broken.

The first part of Ingrid’s plan had worked. Berthanon had lost control of his words, and several Hunters had heard his admission. Whether they would dare speak about it afterwards was another matter, but the seed of doubt had been planted. Now she only had to hold on a little longer.

As darkness swallowed her vision, one thought remained in her mind. ’Ingrid... It’s left to you now.’

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Ingrid, Lysander and Maya were seated around Hunter G’s bed, waiting for his condition to stabilise before making their next move. Maya had a small medical device in her hand, checking his pulse and blood pressure while occasionally glancing at the monitor beside him. Hunter G was still weak, but his breathing had become much steadier, and the colour was slowly returning to his face. Freya had been gone for a while, and although Ingrid knew the woman was carrying out her part of the plan, she couldn’t help wondering how things were going outside.

"Your pulse is improving," Maya said, checking the reading once more. "You still need to rest, though. Don’t try to get out of bed or move around too much. Your body has been through a lot, and even though the poison has been expelled, that doesn’t mean you’ve recovered completely."

Hunter G gave a small nod. "I understand. I won’t do anything reckless."

"That’s what you said earlier before trying to sit up," Maya reminded him.

He gave a tired smile, but before he could reply, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside.

Ingrid immediately looked towards the door. The footsteps grew louder, followed by several heavy knocks. Nobody inside had time to react before the door swung open and a group of men stormed into the room. Their movements were quick and coordinated, and each of them carried a weapon. One stepped inside first, followed by two others, while the rest spread out to block the entrance.

Berthanon entered behind them. The moment he crossed the threshold, one of the men shut the door and locked it from the inside. The sound of the lock clicking into place made Maya’s expression change. She put down the medical device and stood up, instinctively moving closer to Hunter G.

Berthanon, however, wasn’t looking at her. His eyes had gone straight to the bed. For a few seconds, he simply stared at Hunter G. His gaze moved over the man’s face, then down to his chest, where it rose and fell steadily beneath the blanket. He seemed unable to believe what he was seeing. The last time he had heard about Hunter G, the man was supposed to be dead, yet here he was, sitting in bed with a steady pulse and a perfectly clear pair of eyes.

"Well, well..." Berthanon murmured. "What a miracle."

Hunter G’s expression immediately turned cold. "Where is Freya?"

Berthanon slowly shifted his gaze towards him. "You just woke up, and that’s the first thing you want to ask? Don’t worry about her. You have more important things to concern yourself with."

"I asked you where she is."

Berthanon waved one hand dismissively. "There’s no need to get worked up. Freya is being dealt with, and you don’t need to concern yourself with her affairs. After all, you should be more interested in explaining how you’re still alive. I was under the impression that you had already died."

Hunter G glared at him. "You know exactly what happened. You poisoned me, and you expected me to die. What else do you want me to explain?"

Berthanon smiled faintly. "That’s precisely what I’m interested in finding out."

He moved forward, then turned towards the men who had entered with him. "Take him."

Two of the Hunters immediately approached the bed. Hunter G tried to sit up, but his body was still weak. He pushed the blanket aside and attempted to move away from them, only for one man to grab his arm while another caught his shoulder.

"Get your hands off me!" Hunter G snapped.

Ingrid stood up immediately. "What do you think you’re doing? He’s still recovering. You can’t just drag him out of here!"

One of the men tightened his grip around Hunter G’s arm, preparing to pull him off the bed. Ingrid stepped forward, but Berthanon raised his hand, stopping her.

"Careful, Ingrid. I wouldn’t want you to make a decision you’ll regret."

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you threatening me?"

"Not at all. I’m simply reminding you that Hunter G isn’t the only person you should be concerned about." Berthanon glanced towards the door. "If he continues struggling, Freya might suffer for it. She’s already caused me quite a bit of trouble today, and I would hate for her to receive another punishment. So, Hunter G, wouldn’t it be better to cooperate and come with us quietly?"

Hunter G’s expression changed immediately. "Don’t you dare touch her!"

"Then don’t make things difficult."

The two Hunters began pulling him towards the edge of the bed. Hunter G struggled, but his weakened body couldn’t offer much resistance. His fingers clutched the bedsheet, and his breathing became uneven as he tried to free himself.

Ingrid watched the scene carefully. She had expected Berthanon to make a move, but she hadn’t anticipated him arriving so soon or bringing so many people with him. More importantly, he seemed far too interested in Hunter G’s survival.

"Is that why you’re taking him?" she asked.