103 – Execution Station (6)

Monica, the warden, followed the trail with keen eyes. She left some traces on the frozen ground.

Bare feet unique to prisoners. Bloodstains along his footsteps, as if he had been cut somewhere in his body because he acted quickly.

The footprints were leading to the city Philamon, as expected. The traces became more pale as they pursued her, but fortunately she is not an ordinary human.

Snow Fox. Among them, purebloods have the most developed senses.

There was no hesitation in the outstretched feet. In Philamon, the city she arrived in an instant, Monica sniffed.

A faint smell of blood.

It is connected somewhere. But for such a small city, there were a lot of people, and the smell continued to mix.

Right…No…Left?

Monica was nervous. The prisoner who escaped was not usually an ordinary person.

The possessor of an uncanny grip that allows him to tear out stones with his bare hands. He is a prisoner who is said to have torn and killed 27 humans with his bare hands due to his innate strength, even though he does not possess magical or holy power.

As time passed, the possibility of casualties increased. He was at the same level as an apprentice paladin, saying that he only counted the level of power.

I have to subdue it right now… But where…

Monica caught passers-by.

“Did she ever see someone wearing a jumpsuit?”

“Yes, yes? Mo, I haven’t seen it…”

The man holding onto Monica’s body ran through it. Her eyes widened in a thoughtless smile.

“Is there anything I can do to help…?”

“If you haven’t seen it, don’t!”

I asked a few more people. But she only replied that she hadn’t seen anyone.

Where is it? Where did you go Certainly no one walks around in a prison uniform. Any idiot would take the clothes off and search for a place to wear them.

Then…

Monica glanced over at her. House alone. Where there are a lot of people passing by and where her extra clothes are always lying around.

In addition, it is far from other private houses, so it is easy to commit crimes openly.

“…A hot spring?”

Monica was busy. He tumbled down the stairs and reached the hot springs built near the volcano.

This is for sure. Some of the walls are broken. The traces of intruders are also clearly engraved!

“Caught…!”

Running into the building, Monica sees a strange scene.

A woman banging her head while shaking and a man sitting casually on top of her while eating.

She met her eyes with him. The man swallowed the squid he was chewing.

“…God.”

Monica muttered involuntarily.

Her golden eyes were very pretty. What about her black hair? She is so enchanting that she loses her words for a moment. Quite a few handsome men can’t even hold out a business card.

He was a man who was almost finished aesthetically. Monica met her gaze and involuntarily turned her head away from her. Then, realizing her duty, she quickly turned her face away.

“I’m at the 1st Penalty Execution Center! Have you been harmed…?!”

“Ah. Yes… Well… I was molested…”

The prisoner who hit his head trembled. The man shrugged his shoulders.

“I decided to watch it. Because I am kind and pure.”

…Seems a bit far from that?

. . .

“Yes, yes?! The Heretic Questioner dispatched on a secret mission?!”

“Oh. Didn’t you see the letter? I think only the warden saw it.”

I tapped the prisoner on the shoulder.

“In situ.”

“Woah, one position!”

“Why are you shivering like this? You boasted so much strength, are you tired now?”

“Oh no! It’s okay!”

Every leg is uneasy. Is it where you destroyed it?

But I didn’t think to fix it. s*x offenders are cheap even if they die. Cancer.

“What about non-consensual s*x?”

“I will never do that!”

“Very right. Well done. Nice boy. I’ll give you a squid as a prize.”

“Now, you can relax…”

“Do chairs talk? Since ancient times, things have been said to listen when you hit them…”

“Sorry, sorry!”

I smiled brightly.

“Chew hard.”

Monica blinked her eyes. Her somewhat flushed face seemed to be learning something from her.

“Well, you can bully people like that…”

I forgot.

That’s right. This guy… Was a guy who really liked bullying.

“Chief Monica.”

“Yes, four?”

“I’ll hand over the prisoner. Instead…”

I presented the condition.

“Please leave out the part that I helped.”

“Yes, yes? But that’s…”

“Isn’t it like having a third party intervene in the execution of public affairs? If that happens, Monica’s performance will also be damaged. Most of the women’s affairs are managed by Monica, right?”

“How to…”

“I told you that I came out on a secret mission. I know most of the ranks. Besides, I’m like someone who doesn’t exist on paper anyway. Since I don’t have one, I can’t help but be credited with it.”

“But I can speak to Warden Veronica privately.”

“There’s no need to do that. Anyway, I just ran into a criminal by chance…”

I winked lightly at Monica.

“Is it more important to look good to the Warden Chief than to build up achievements?”

“…Well, if you put it that way…”

She turned her head away. Fiddled with her whip around her waist.

The faithful jailer rubbed his body. The small voice he exhaled trembled slightly.

“It makes me want…To bully…”

“……?”

Oops.

The impression was too much! No! You have to wait for the switch to turn on!

“Captain Monica?!”

“Yes, four?!”

“Anyway, will you do me a favor?”

“Ah, ah! Of course!”

Monica nodded her head. I calmed her surprised heart.

You can’t cause an S tendency. It is a person who, when extremely excited, strikes down with a whip regardless of whether they are friends or family.

Be careful. Careful.

“Then…”

Monica rummaged inside her thick fur coat. She stretched out her restraints.

“Would you like to arrest the prisoner first… Then move on?”

“No. I’ll follow you slowly. Chief Monica, will you be moving right away?”

“I guess that’s the way it should be. If I’m away for a long time, I think the warden will misunderstand…”

She glanced at me sadly.

“Then…As you requested, I will remove the name of Inquisitor Zahard and report it.”

“Please speed up the enlistment of prisoners. Well, if you say something useless…”

I whispered so only the prisoner could hear.

“Because I can go there myself.”

“……!”

The prisoner shuddered.

So who wants to be a jerk?

. . .

The leisurely hot spring trip with Maya has come to an end. It was a little regretful, but I comforted Maya.

“Let’s go somewhere else next time. I’m thinking of going to a place called Fairy Forest soon.”

“…Does Maya go too?”

“Ugh. Where the boss goes, the employee follows. You said there were many things you want to see. Didn’t you say you wanted to see the sea too?”

“Yes.”

“Not the frozen sea like here, I’ll show you the warm sea in the south later. You can soak in the water there.”

“Really?”

“I can’t lie to Maya, can I?”

She gave a small nod of her head. She casually sat on my lap and pressed her face against her torso.

“President. Okay. Maya’s nest.”

Hmm. Thats cute

Wouldn’t it be like this if you had a daughter?

“Guest…Then go straight to Tantalus…”

“Yes, please.”

The wagon moved diligently. The coachman he hired was more talkative than he thought.

“Why are you going to Tantalas?”

“Why is that?”

“Oh, I don’t mean to pry. Tantalus is a terrible place to visit. There’s very little to see or do. It’s supposed to be a small town for convicts… As you know, the Cult of Ra’s prison camp. It’s a place where even the Empire gave up. It used to be a place where there was only one execution house, but since the prisoners’ workshops sell goods at a cheap price, people secretly joined one by one, and it became the current Tantalus. “

Okay.

There are no human rights for prisoners. It is equivalent to saying that labor can be used for free.

A place where thousands of people roll at the same time. I heard that the Penal Execution Center receives a separate budget, but it is a very small amount. I heard that most of the daily necessities are produced by the prisoners’ labor.

One of the reasons why the Penalty Execution Center is particularly less influenced by the Church.

“From farming to mining… It’s a place where you can find pretty good quality clothes, and sometimes there are craftsmen. Aren’t prisoners people before they are prisoners? I’ve heard that there are many guys who are quite skilled. They’re only good. They’re all trashy people.”

“You can’t go inside the punishment cell anyway, can you?”

“It’s the same with Tantalus, which was built around the Penalty Execution Center. Garbage tends to entwine where garbage lives. Pickpocketing and petty crimes often happen.”

“Doesn’t the execution house care?”

“Isn’t the punishment execution place a prison?

The coachman glanced at me. Whispered softly

“Guests, so to speak… I think you should be especially careful.”

“Why?”

“It’s so pretty… These days, more girls do it… That… Hmmm… Anyway.”

Well, that must be a good word.

I leaned back in my chair. Who touches my body

I have an excellent employee!

Maya raised her body gently. She must have heard the coachman’s words, and her eyes were opening one by one in the shadow of her slinky.

“…Who touched the president’s body?”

“No one touches me.”

“President. Maya’s nest. Maya’s.”

Maya jumped back into my arms and smashed her face.

“If you touch it, it will kill you.”

“Even if you can’t just kill it.”

“Kill without notice.”

“Great answer, Maya.”

Yes. You have to kill it on your own! I can kill anyone!

“Thank you! Guest!”

They gave me about twice as much as the price I paid for them. After roughly waving to the crooked coachman, I headed straight for the execution center.

A fairly thick downtown area. There were a few eyes looking at me, but I didn’t approach recklessly. All I could do was glance at it and pass it by.

Looking at his imposing gait, he must have thought that he looked like something. I stammered in front of the huge door leading to the inside of the prison cell.

I called a guard who was standing guard. He lowered his voice and whispered.

“Could you please tell the warden something?”

“…Dear Veronica, the Chief of Execution and Execution?”

“Yes. You would know if I told you that I came on a secret mission.”

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The jailer nodded. He immediately hid himself inside.

It came back in less than thirty minutes. But, strangely, his expression was flustered.

“I…Maybe your name.”

“Your name is Zahard?”

“I don’t know what business you’re here for…”

The jailer shook his head.

“The warden said he didn’t know. If it doesn’t stop right away, he’ll arrest you as a criminal…”

…What?

What do you mean?