Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Berthanon glanced at her.

Ingrid stepped forward, keeping her expression calm. "You want to run tests on him and figure out how he survived the poison, don’t you? You probably want to know what kind of treatment was used, how it worked, and whether it can be repeated. After all, someone who was supposed to die from Black Vein suddenly recovered. That’s certainly worth investigating."

Berthanon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Ingrid continued before he could respond. "If that’s what you want, then shouldn’t I be the person you’re looking for? I’m the one who treated him. I’m the one who gave him the pill that saved his life. Hunter G doesn’t know anything about how it works, so taking him away won’t give you the answers you’re looking for."

A strange smile appeared on Berthanon’s face. "Don’t be impatient, Ingrid. I’ll come for you soon enough. There’s no need to rush."

He turned back towards the men. "Take him away."

Hunter G immediately tried to pull his arm free again. "Ingrid! Don’t let them..."

One of the Hunters grabbed him from behind, preventing him from turning around. Another forced his arm behind his back, and they began dragging him towards the door.

"Let go of me!" Hunter G shouted. "Berthanon, if you lay a hand on Ingrid, I swear..."

"Enough!" Berthanon snapped. "You should be grateful I’m allowing you to remain alive after everything you’ve done. Don’t make me reconsider."

Maya moved forward, her face filled with anger. "He’s a patient! You can’t just take him away while he’s still in this condition. His blood pressure is unstable, and his body hasn’t recovered. If you want to question him, at least wait until he’s strong enough to stand!"

Berthanon didn’t even look at her. "Stay out of this, Maya."

The men continued dragging Hunter G towards the door. Ingrid watched him struggle for a moment, then slowly turned her attention back to Berthanon. She knew there was little she could do without putting Freya in greater danger, but that didn’t mean she intended to make things easy for him.

"You’re making a mistake," she said.

Berthanon smiled. "Am I?"

Before Ingrid could answer, Lysander stepped forward. He had remained quiet until then, watching Berthanon’s movements with a cold expression. But the moment the men began taking Hunter G away, he moved between Ingrid and the older man, his tall frame blocking her completely.

"Don’t come any closer."

Berthanon stopped. For a brief moment, the two men stared at each other. Lysander’s purple eyes had turned cold, and the faint chill spreading around him made the temperature in the room seem to drop. He didn’t care about the number of Hunters surrounding them. If Berthanon wanted to touch Ingrid, he would have to get past him first.

Berthanon tilted his head slightly. "You’re still standing in my way?"

Lysander didn’t answer. His body shifted subtly, ready to attack the moment Berthanon made a move.

Ingrid noticed the change and immediately reached towards his arm. "Lysander, wait. Don’t..."

She didn’t get to finish because Berthanon disappeared. One moment, he was standing several steps away. The next, he was right in front of Lysander, moving so quickly that even Ingrid struggled to follow him with her eyes.

A sharp glint flashed between his fingers. Before Lysander could react, Berthanon drove a small needle into the side of his neck.

Lysander’s eyes widened. "What the hell did you..."

The words stopped in his throat. Dark lines began spreading from the point where the needle had entered. The veins along his neck turned black, branching beneath his skin and moving rapidly towards his jaw and chest. Lysander raised one hand to his neck, his fingers touching the tiny puncture wound.

His expression changed from shock to disbelief.

"What... did you do to me?"

Berthanon stepped back, watching the dark veins spread with a satisfied sneer. "Don’t struggle. You’ll only make it worse."

Lysander tried to take another step towards him, but his legs suddenly weakened. His vision blurred, and the room tilted before his eyes. He reached out, trying to steady himself, but his hand missed the nearby table.

"Ingrid..." His voice was barely audible. Ingrid rushed forward, but Lysander’s knees gave way before she could reach him. His tall body collapsed towards the floor, and she barely managed to catch his shoulder before he struck the ground.

"Lysander!"

She lowered herself beside him, supporting his head with one hand. His eyes were still open, but they were losing focus, and the black veins had spread further across his neck.

"Lysander, look at me! Can you hear me?"

He tried to respond, but his lips barely moved. A moment later, his eyelids dropped, and his body went completely limp.

"LYSANDER!" Ingrid stared at him in disbelief.

Berthanon looked down at the unconscious Beastman, then at Ingrid. The faint smile on his face made her blood run cold.

"Now," he said, "I believe we can have a proper conversation."

She barely managed to lift him up before two Hunters grabbed her from behind, pulling her away from his unconscious body. She struggled violently, twisting her arms and trying to break free, but their grip only tightened.

"Let go of me! What did he do to him? What did you inject into his body?"

Berthanon watched her struggle with an amused expression. He didn’t even bother answering her questions, instead turning towards Maya, who was standing beside the bed with a horrified look on her face. Her eyes moved between Lysander and Ingrid, and she seemed unsure which one to help first.

"Take him away," Berthanon ordered. "Make sure nobody touches him until I give further instructions."

"Wait! You can’t take him in that condition!" Maya protested, stepping forward. "Whatever you injected into him is spreading through his veins. You need to let me examine him!"

Berthanon gave her a cold look. "Did I ask for your opinion?"

Maya stopped, her hands trembling slightly. She wanted to argue, but the men surrounding them had already begun carrying Lysander out. Ingrid watched them take him, her heart pounding as she tried to get away from the Hunters holding her.

"Lysander! Don’t you dare touch him!"

Her voice cracked, but nobody listened. Lysander’s head rested against one Hunter’s shoulder, his arms hanging limply at his sides. The black veins on his neck were still visible, and Ingrid couldn’t tell whether they were spreading further or not.

Berthanon turned towards the remaining men. "Stay here and stand guard. Nobody goes in or out of this room without my permission. If anyone attempts to leave, stop them."

"Yes, Sir."

He then looked at Ingrid. "Bring her."

The Hunters tightened their grip and dragged her towards the door. Ingrid tried to resist again, but there were too many of them, and she couldn’t risk wasting her strength while Lysander was in their hands. The door closed behind Ingrid.