"How did it go?" Blake asked, standing outside the torture room.

"She was a tough nut to crack." Shadow wiped her sweat with her forearm since she didn't want to smear her forehead with blood.

She usually wore a full face covering mask when going out but when she used to work with Blake Turner, she wore the mask covering from her dorsum nasi to the remaining part of her face, leaving her eyes and forehead.

"I guess it wasn't hard for Shadow to make her open her mouth," Blake scoffed, walking with her to the adjacent room in the basement.

"That maid was Oliver's spy," Shadow informed, wiping the blood off her hands with a towel, given by one of the bodyguards who were following them. "She accepted her crimes. She was sent to slander the young mistress and put the Turners in a bad light at the banquet."

"Only that much?" Blake narrowed his eyes, expecting more information from the assassin.

Her facial expressions changed into solemn ones.

“A batch of illegal weapons is going to arr