The exterior is just a luxurious manor... but in fact, it's the gathering place of the Fog Capital Round Table Knights Organization.
The manor is owned by Sir Perkins's family, and after centuries of continuous construction, it has become a considerable-sized base.
Inside the interrogation room.
Red slowly came back to his senses from a state as if he had toured Hell, accompanied by the soul-burning pain.
He couldn't help but groan a few times... and the first thing he saw was his own hands.
His hands were bloody and mangled, as if pulled from a bonfire, but at the same time, his hands were still shackled — his entire body was locked in a metal chair.
"What tenacious life force, you actually came back to your senses so quickly."
In front of Red was a teary, pale face of The Clown… one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, Dalgarno!
Not only Dalgarno was present, but also Gareth, and in silent attendance, sitting with a cane in hand, Mr. Perkins.
