104 – Execution Center (7)

“Can’t be that?”

“Really.”

“But it really can’t be?”

“…Not a lie.”

“But really, really, really, it can’t be…”

“You said no.”

What is it?

No, Dimona said she sent a letter… She couldn’t arrive later than I, who left much later than that.

“I’m sorry, but could you come back just one more time? This time by name. Please tell me that Inquisitor Zahard has arrived.”

The jailer came and went. There were wrinkles on the uniform he was wearing, as if he had been grabbed by the collar.

“If you don’t leave right away, you will be put as a real criminal…Don’t bother me…”

“Dimona Heretic Judge’s name came out?”

“D, Dimona, heresy judge? I’m sorry, but do you have any relationship with him…”

“If we don’t have each other, we can say we die.”

-If Dimona hears it, it sounds like a story about dying in a vase.

The jailer hesitated. It was very heavy for my feet to be forced off.

Look around. He came back just like that.

“I’m really sorry…I think I’ll really die if I go again.”

“Then can I pass?”

“…That’s not okay.”

“Then what should I do? Even someone else…”

One of the remaining guards, standing in a team of two, hurriedly hid. He locked the office door.

“Hey, Martin! What is this?!”

“That’s strange. Winter is coming and the sound of mosquitoes is still loud.”

“I, I really can’t! No way! Warden Veronica must be trying to kill me! I almost got slapped on the cheek earlier!”

“Is it really true? Hurry and go.”

“Then did you go yourself?!”

“The sound of mosquitoes is loud…”

The guard, who was rattling and trying to open the locked door for a while, looked back at me. The eyes that looked at me were so sad that I almost stopped unknowingly.

But I can’t brawl here all day.

“I really don’t think I should go…”

“Then I will go and tell you myself.”

“…I’ll be back.”

The jailer did not return.

Instead, a moment later, the door opened with a bang.

A strong smell of alcohol. Hair fluttered from the white coat over his shoulders.

Sharp eyes. A gaze that seemed to glare just by looking at me glanced at me.

She is a beauty. She’s pretty, but…

It’s kind of scary.

I wonder if I was born like a bully. I can see without looking.

“…Is that you?”

“Yes?”

“Did you interrupt my intimate drinking time?”

I politely bowed my head.

“Hello. Warden Veronica. I am Zahard heresy…”

“Close your mouth. Hey!”

The remaining guards ran out of the office.

“Yes, yes!”

“I said that another bastard told me earlier, right? Huh? You answer What did you say if you didn’t go and stretched out?”

The guard in the headlock sighed.

“Sin, I’m going to arrest you as a criminal…!”

“Yes. That’s what it says. Ruler. Go grab it.”

“Do you really catch me?”

“What are you doing? Don’t you catch Or do you want to go in?”

The jailer hesitated and approached. He held out a restraint orb to me.

“Would you like some tea…”

“Do you want tea?”

”Is that right…?”

Ugh.

If you live under someone like that, every day must be stressful.

I rubbed my hair. I tried to build a good impression with a kind and pure type…

Let’s say that we didn’t even get a letter, and give up because it feels like the situation is messed up.

“Major Veronica.”

“Ah?”

Put your head up. Big. Are you slightly taller than me?

It was said that it exceeded 190 in-game, but it was bigger in reality. What are all these tall ladies? Are you taller than Tiella?

I suddenly felt like I was looking up. But let’s not lose momentum.

“Didn’t you get the letter?”

“A letter? What letter? What kind of dog-like letter is it that you keep teasing me?”

“Dimona Inquisitor…”

＂Dimona Ahhhhh?

Veronica, her horse tail stretched out, stuck out her face. Close enough for her nose to touch.

The smell of alcohol and stale cigarettes rushed in.

“Who are you to get Dimona out of her mouth?”

“…This is Inquisitor Zahard.”

“Zahad?”

Veronica glanced back at her guard.

“Mo, I don’t know the name…”

“Yes? Don’t you know me?”

“Who, who…”

“Your name went into the Paramer search party?! In addition, he is very famous as the youngest graduate of the theological academy…!”

“You bastard, what are you talking about?”

“Anyway, talking outside…”

This is why country folk!

I first took out the Heretic Questioner’s badge from my bosom. I’m glad I brought it, just in case.

“Is this enough?”

“Hmm…”

Veronica stroked her chin. While looking at the Heretic Inquisitor’s certificate, she called the guard next to her.

“…Is this the certificate of the Heretic Questioner?”

“Now, I don’t know… I only have the pattern of the execution center…”

Real country bastards!!

“No, you should recognize Director Veronica?!”

“Oh, I don’t know. You’ve been stuck here for years, do you remember all of that? That… What? Come on… What?”

“… Zahard the Heretic Questioner.”

“Yes. Now what?”

Veronica grabbed me by the scruff of the neck. She dragged on

Do you mean let them in? I sighed. Okay. If you said this, you should understand.

“But did you really not receive the letter?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

After walking through the hallway and into the unknown prison, she forcibly threw me into the room.

“…Huh?”

“I keep my word. So stay calm. Sinner.”

“No, for a moment…!”

Veronica hugged Maya. She stared at him and smashed her face.

“I will take this baby bear!”

“…Ugh.”

“Oh no! Maya! Be patient!”

“Maya… I’ll be patient…”

“You can’t kill anyone! Really!”

“It’s the perfect size to use as a body pillow!”

Veronica drifted away. I hung on the grate.

Oh sh*t!

Why is this happening!

. . .

“Come on, Inquisitor Zahard.”

“No. I am not Zahard. Prisoner 1.”

“Oops, sorry… Sorry…”

Monica came late and freed me from the bars. Fidgeting, she whispered.

“I think the warden seems to have been drinking more than usual…”

“Do you normally eat that much?”

“……”

Are you going to say no comment? Well, I know the circumstances.

I sighed. She followed her down her aisle.

“I am now a prisoner.”

“Sorry…”

“Joke. By the way, can we have a conversation with the warden while he’s sober?”

“I will try somehow.”

Monica groaned and brought a bucket of water.

“No way?”

“Wait a minute.”

Monica went inside the warden’s office.

A cool sound was heard.

“Eh fu fu fu fu fu?! Mo, Monica?! What are you doing?!”

“Calm down! Please! I told you not to drink alcohol when guests come over!”

“This isn’t alcohol, it’s my blood…!”

“What kind of blood is that!”

Monica opened the door again. The inside was in a complete mess.

The eye color has returned to normal compared to before. Veronica blew after her wet hair. I brushed her bangs behind her and then she looked at me.

“What is it? Are you a prisoner?”

“Captain Monica. Do you have another bucket?”

“Wait a minute.”

“Ji, calm down! Calm down!”

Another splash of water caused Veronica to close her eyes and then open them. Her slight twitching of her pronunciation fully returned.

“…So? What did you do with this bullsh*t?”

“Are you sure you didn’t receive the letter?”

“What kind of letter was that?”

“No… So…”

That’s it. Let’s not talk

“If you haven’t received the letter, I’ll tell you directly. Isn’t there an apprentice priest Beverick among the prisoners here?”

“Is there?”

“Wait a minute…”

Monica rummaged through her papers. She immediately took one of her own.

“Yes. A male prisoner in Ward 8. Beverick Apprentice Priest. The charges include the theft of donations and rape, plus a lot of small things attached to them, right?”

“It’s trash. So? Why is that bastard?”

“I need an apprentice Beverick. Please give it to me.”

“Ah?”

Veronica scratched her ear. She asked Monica.

“What is this bastard talking about?”

“…Are you asking for a prisoner whose sentence is over in private? Zahard The Heretic Questioner. Could this be a secret mission from the Holy See?”

“No. I personally need it.”

“Trying to take away a prisoner whose sentence is not yet over… It’s not the Vatican’s position either…”

Veronica slumped in her chair.

“Are you crazy?”

“It is similar. But he’s a madman with a purpose.”

Originally, after buying the favor, I was going to slowly add rice cakes. But now it’s different.

I’m not even in the mood to act, and as long as the letter is gone somewhere, I’m just more of a suspicious ‘monster’.

So it’s better to just deal. Either way, the purpose is the same.

“Major Veronica. If you hand over the apprentice Beverick, I’ll drive Archbishop Dwayne from within. It also provides a place for you to return to work. How is it?”

“…What? Dwayne? Why is that bastard’s name sticking out here?”

Of course I have to come out.

That’s why I put you here, at the No. 1 Penalty Execution Center.

“Aren’t you frustrated? A beast imprisoned in an iron cage, Chief Veronica.”

“……”

“I will take it out. So please help me. I’ll get you out of this spacious cage called Priest Beverick’s Apprentice.”

“…Huh.”

Veronica’s eyes changed. Her limp body moved.

“You sound pretty cute? The Heretic Questioner.”

“Well, that’s about it.”

“It is so sweet that it makes your teeth rot. But I don’t trust anyone There are too many slick-mouthed bastards here.”

“So what?”

“I will try to contact Dimona again. It’s because I didn’t even get that letter. To be honest, you know that your status is very questionable, right? Saying that they will come and take out the criminals, or that they will drive Dwayne away.”

Well, if you want to wait.

If you send me a copy right now, it will arrive as soon as possible. I shrugged.

“Good. It won’t take long for the letters to come and go. Are you going to write a preamble?”

“Of course not. But before that… Isn’t there any reason for me to trust you? So I’m just going to check it out…”

“Are you sure?”

“I need to know if he is a slick-mouthed bastard or a guy who can really keep his slick words. Is not it? Regardless of Dimona, you don’t need to know if you’re a guy who can keep your word.”

Veronica smirked.

“You. Have you ever been jailed?”

“…Isn’t there?”

“Then try it. Action 10. It’s a bad move. It is a place where only the most terrible of the heinous criminals are gathered. It is a place where the guards and other chiefs of the guards have their studies. The number of guards who died while managing them alone was 17. The total number of injured is over 100.”

“…No way.”

“Yes. Every rumor.”

Veronica put a cigarette in her mouth. He lit a spark in her fingertips and lit her cigarette.

“I manage that room by myself for three months. I don’t even want to be edified. Serving food on time, keeping the room clean, and taking care of the prisoners’ convenience. How is it?”

“Cow, warden…! Anyway, that’s…!”

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“Be quiet. Monica.”

Cigarette smoke dispersed. Veronica brushed off the ash.

“That bastard is trying to break my ‘principle’. They try to take away prisoners whose sentences are not over, but it pays off only at the risk of their lives. Is not it?”

I drooped my shoulders. It would have been over much sooner had it been for Dimona’s letter. The proof must have ended not with the management of the 10th agent, but with a gamble or bet that ended soon, or a mock battle.

It’s twisted. But I’m glad it ended like this. It’s a place that I’ve experienced many times when I’m in the 10th.

“Good. Warden Veronica. But there are conditions.”

“Are you in a position to place conditions?”

“Three months is too many. Let’s do it in a month.”

“Play with me now…”

“Instead, we will surely rehabilitate the 10th death row criminals. I mean listen well. How is it. Do you think that’s worth the deal?”

Veronica’s confident expression hardened. The gaze that looked up at me was full of doubt.

“…You can build a small mountain just by hitting the guard who lost an arm while trying to edify them?”

“If you break the important principle of Veronica, I must take the risk.”

“Huh…?”

“Poetry, interrogator?! Do you know how ridiculous that is now?! Those guys are terrible prisoners who can’t be rehabilitated! Each of them is a vicious prisoner who has killed hundreds of people, so they are locked up there…!”

“Stop. Monica.”

Veronica rubbed her cigarette out. What was left of her vomited up her fumes.

“Did you say Zahard the Heretic Questioner?”

“That’s right.”

“I liked it. Good. Give me a month Instead, if I don’t reform them to my satisfaction within a month…”

First Penal Execution Warden Veronica slashed her throat with her hand.

“Even if you are still alive, you will die by my hand. For deceiving me.”