Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ~ “This is what you blew your cover for? This runt?”
Neither was fond of Barbatos Goetia. The man was a vicious brute and a traitor, and needed to be watched constantly. However, this time the Berselius twins differed on what kind of job he’d done. Harold was unhappy, to say the least, and in some ways he understood. A Swordian was the finest weapon the Aetherians possessed for hand-to-hand combat and spellwork, the crafting was exquisite, and Harold did not want to give someone like Barbatos one. At least, not unless there was significant gain to be had from it.
He understood, he truly did. And someone else might have been preferable. Igtenos, or Clemente. If they broke Igtenos they could dismantle the spy network he was sure existed here. If they picked Clemente, it would remove one of the biggest thorns in their side when it came to actual ground battles. Clemente was fearsome on the battlefield. Even capturing Dymlos would have dealt the Er'thers a significant blow.
But unlike Harold, who was certain the silver-haired man restrained in front of them was no one special, the strategist recognized him from reports. Barbatos was not lying; This was a high ranking Er'ther officer, if the most junior of the bunch.
“Harold, meet Major Pierre de Chaltier.”
That made her go quiet.
Of course, then the brute chimed in. “Hahahaha. Listen to your brother.”
She was still unhappy, and shot Karell an annoyed look, but Harold was still not talking, which meant she saw the potential here. He might have to say something to her later. He wasn’t trying to upset Harold or cut her down in front of the brute, but Barbatos had done what he’d promised. She would have to do her job in return.
“… I see. Take him to the high-security cells. Then come to my lab, Lieutenant Goetia. We will run the necessary tests.”
Yes, he’d definitely need to soothe her bruised ego somehow. For now she’d given herself an out, and turned on her heel, and though she might look calm to most individuals he knew she was trying not to storm off. Some poor assistant was going to get their head bitten off.
“I assume you’ve checked him for any hidden Lens?”
“Do I look like an idiot to you, Berselius?”
Mostly, yes, but he wasn’t going to pick a fight with Barbatos in front of the prisoner. It wasn’t productive and a fight would undoubtedly cause environmental damage the Major might use to escape. “Then take him to the cells. From then on I’ll be responsible for his interrogation.”