Bob’s head was flying before he knew what was happening.

Rye caught the head. “Tell them to leave this hall, or I’ll kill you.”

“L-Leave!” Bob immediately ordered the robots and the clones, and they listened to his orders. “I-I did what you asked for. Now, let me go. I’ll leave quietly.”

“I’m not letting you go until I get what I want,” Rye carried his head in her hand and walked around the lab. She had no plans on letting him go, though. “Tell me everything about the labs in this kingdom. If you lie, I’ll know, so you better be telling the truth.”

Rye’s voice wasn’t threatening, but Bob found himself trembling. As the blood was leaving his decapitated head, he was finding it difficult to speak freely, but he still answered her questions.

Rye stopped in front of a glass chamber inside which there was a garden. “What’s this?” she asked.

“It’s where we test the gasses to see how the plants develop and how the bees and butterflies react,” Bob obediently answered. “This was where we first