105 – Execution Center (8)

Monica’s shoulders drooped.

“Why did you make such a request…”

“Because you are confident?”

“It’s because the interrogator hasn’t seen it yet. It’s full of really dangerous prisoners.”

“Really? Warden Monica must have suffered a lot.”

“That, it’s not that much… Ehehehe… I’m not a manager in the first place, so all I did was help from time to time.”

Monica smiled cutely. I followed her into the depths of her corpse.

The innermost part of the prison. A place where you go further inside even after passing through dozens of grievous iron bars.

Monica turned to me. Her smiling face quickly turned serious.

“Heretic Questioner Zahard. Do you have any intention of going back?”

“Looks like Ahn is pretty nauseous, right?”

“It is a place where the word “Severe” Does not end. Unit 10 is a prison with only life sentences for death row inmates. There are only five prisoners… But they’re made up of felons shunned by the Empire. The guards are also usually in a group of 5 people. It’s impossible to be alone.”

“Hmm…really?”

“I think it is impossible to edify them within a month. Why don’t you withdraw your remarks and go back now? If you find another way to cling to it, Director Veronica will surely take care of the situation…”

“You don’t seem like that kind of person, do you?”

“…Isn’t it? Warden Veronica retracting her remarks? It’s a nonsense story.”

Monica sighed.

“You mustn’t disobey the words of Warden Veronica at the Penal Execution Center. Because his word is law.”

The thick iron door opened. The sound of metal scraping the floor made an unpleasant sound.

“Chief Veronica told me not to give him any help other than handing over information. I want to help the Inquisitor, too…But he’s a bit picky about it…You mustn’t disobey the orders he gave you when he’s fine. Because he is a person who values principles…”

“Are you worried?”

“Yes? Ah…That, that’s right, right? Action 10 is very dangerous. Even if you got hurt for no reason…”

“No need to worry.”

I stepped into the dark passage.

“Since then, I have been living in a place so dangerous that the empire issued a restraining order.”

“The Paramer I talked about before…”

“Yes. That’s right. That’s me!”

I finally figured it out! Okay! I thought at least one of them had heard my name!

“I heard about Paramere. It’s a very dangerous place…”

“Well, it’s not that difficult…

“It’s amazing that you got out of there safely! Even just coming back alive is a miracle!”

Not to mention salvation, Monica seemed to be the same country guy, seeing as he still knew it as a dangerous city.

Let’s not talk.

I untied my hands. It’s the 10th action…

I miss you. I’ve never been here as a priest, but I’ve come as a different character in the game. Was it when you were playing as a criminal?

All but one of them are madmen, but they were all in power. If you build up a certain level of liking, you become crazy people who can handle it.

“What should I do first?”

“Shall we start by distributing meals?”

Monica drove her ration truck. It contained plenty of water and food.

It was too much for just five people to eat.

“Action No. 10 Is prohibited from outside activities. Prisoners don’t even work separately. But there is one peculiarity.”

“What is it?”

“The guard in charge has to prepare all the meals for the prisoners. Prisoners can’t move because of the straitjacket. The only way to get a proper meal is to feed the guards.”

Monica crossed a room too large for only five people. I stopped in front of the first room first.

Monica held up her papers. She took light notes.

“Prisoner number IS-01. It’s Balkan. Wolf beast. Its teeth are particularly sharp, so be careful.”

I stared into the darkness. Something looked back at me from beyond the shadows.

A straitjacket that covered the entire body. The gray hair was slightly longer. The long scar across his right eye made his warm face sharper.

“The crime is fratricide. I have a bit of an appetite. They say they’re wearing a straitjacket, but don’t be careless. His physical abilities are very good. I can’t count the number of guards who have had their ears and necks ripped off. One of them bit him on the neck, ripped out an artery, and was taken straight to the ward.”

I opened the bar and went inside. In addition to the musty smell, there was a lot of filth piled up inside.

Looking at it in real life, it’s even worse. A beast cage would be in better condition than this.

“Do you not clean separately?”

“…I can’t do it rather than not do it. It’s all about carrying the filth from time to time. The resistance is so strong, and I don’t know where it will bounce…”

“It’s okay.”

I took the soup out of the ration truck. After floating in a bowl, I dipped a spoon into it.

“Poetry, interrogator?! You shouldn’t act so rashly…!”

“Did you say Balkan?”

He glanced back at me. While his entire body was tied up, his only free-moving eye stared at me.

I quickly removed the gag that was covering my mouth. He could be heard purring as sharp teeth bared.

“I am Zahard. Open your mouth I’ll feed you.”

“……”

“I didn’t put poison in it. Ruler.”

I held out my spoon. Vulcan looked at me and then opened his mouth.

He even chews on the spoon with the momentum of eating it. I must have been very hungry.

“How hungry are you?”

“It is clear that the subordinates under Chief Warden Rupes are managing the 10th Division…”

“Just looking at it makes me hungry. If you don’t even give me food because you’re scared…”

I put my hand back. Vulcan’s sharp teeth bit the air.

Eolssigu. Watch it bite right away.

“Isn’t that delicious? Please eat quietly.”

The soup was forced into his mouth. Good. With this, the first encounter is over. I scooped up some soup for him and moved on to the next room.

“…You are quite skilled.”

“About this much.”

The second one smelled even worse. The amount of filth was enormous. Very large in size. A lizard, enough to be called a small giant, was lying obliquely.

Monica pinched her nose. She frowned as if she couldn’t stand it either.

“How does the head of Rupes manage the subdivisions…!”

“Does Chief Warden Rupes manage all the male gangsters?”

“No. There are up to 10 companions in total. Among them, Rupes was someone who said he didn’t want to work, and then Director Veronica put her in an inconspicuous place. But no matter how much it is… This is almost the same as being released…!”

Let’s see. I quickly lifted the papers.

“IS-02. Rock. Age unknown. The species is lizard…The crime is heresy?”

“He is a unique being among cults. Rock. They are those who believe in the folk beliefs of the Lizard people. I heard that they are the blood of the tribal chief who was brought in to fight against the empire.”

“I didn’t manage to kill you.”

“I am one of those who happened to survive when the head of the punishment execution office was replaced. For administrative reasons, the death penalty was postponed indefinitely. Since the execution period was over, it is said that the heads of the former punishment execution offices were also left alone. There is a theory that when a lizard dies, a terrible spirit appears, so there is a story that the death penalty was postponed. He is the only decent person in Unit 10.”

Monica tapped her cage. Lizard, who was lying down, stood up.

The dirty scales swayed. Rock Keum, who yawned lightly, clung to the barbed wire.

It was big even when I saw it from a distance, but even bigger when I saw it up close. Hey Maybe 3 meters.

“Monica Warden.”

“Rock Kum. Are you okay? When was the last time you were given a meal?”

“Three days ago. Long time no see. Can’t I still get out?”

“…Yes.”

“Okay. Can you hand me a meal A young jailer.”

I bowed my head.

“It’s Zahard.”

“…The jailer has good manners this time. But I am a Lizard. From your point of view, you are a prisoner. You don’t have to be polite to me.”

“How are you? As a younger person, I am just being polite to my elders.”

The cleft iris looked at me. The corners of his lips went up.

“I like it. Young jailer. Zahard. Can you pass me the meal?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t need to feed them. I will eat it myself.”

The only prisoner not wearing a gag.

Rock is still the same. He is the only normal person among the captives. If so, where should I look?

Question 3.

“……”

Someone was muttering in the dark. The room was relatively tidy. However, the entire white room was filled with unknown memos.

I found it. Crazy Shaman. A criminal who blew up an entire church branch with explosive magic.

An oriental-style shaman who survived by threatening that if he killed himself, the automatic explosion would activate and explode all around him.

“Prisoner number IS-03. He is a peculiar human being who is said to have come from beyond the sea. His name is Tsubaki and…”

Something suddenly stuck to the iron bars. Unfocused pupil. Dirty black hair.

Saliva dripped from the gag. It landed on his crushed chest, soiling the already filthy straitjacket even more.

I took off the gag. Immediately the words came out.

“New jailer. Amazing. What? Explosion. I like you?”

“I like it.”

“Really? Straitjacket. Inconvenience. Release it help. I’ll give.”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

I put my hand through the bars. She stuffed the bread into her mouth.

“Let’s eat first.”

“Eup, eup, eup.”

Black hair. Quite long. It was full of filth from rolling on the floor, and the teeth that eagerly bit off the bread were very sharp.

Grinded teeth. Should I say shark teeth? Judging by the way she munched on the bread, there were many of those women I knew.

A madman who loves to explode the human body. A woman who was kicked out of the eastern continent and crossed over to the west to commit crimes.

Explosive maniac Tsubaki.

She is a woman who is characterized by periodically reaching a state of frenzy if she doesn’t pop people. When she didn’t know how to control her, she was always a troublemaker if you took her around.

But I know. This woman’s level of strategy could be recalled with her eyes closed.

Right now, I don’t have anything, so there’s no particular way.

I jumped up. Monica looked at me with her suspicious eyes.

“Is this your first time working as a jailer?”

“Why?”

“You treat sinners very well. Even though they deserve to be killed at any moment, they are not afraid.”

“Does the Inquisitor use it when he is afraid of a criminal?”

“That’s true, but…”

Fourth.

I glanced through the bars. The woman glanced back at me. The straitjacket was neat. The filth was also neatly arranged inside the cage.

If there is something special about it, it is the muzzle that covers the entire lower part of the face. Unlike the gag, the entire lower part of the face was covered like a dog’s stopper.

She opened her mouth, but her voice did not come out.

He was smiling, but no sound was transmitted.

“Prisoner number IS-04. It’s Eve. The crime is a plan for mass suicide. Although there is no direct connection, the Church believes that she must be the mastermind behind the plan. There’s no direct evidence…But the fact that all of her villages she passed through has disappeared.”

The hair looks like a mixture of black and white hair. She looked at me and smiled. She was saying something, but she couldn’t hear.

“Her voice has something unknown. I’m shutting out her voice through the muzzle.”

“How do you serve food?”

“The front of the muzzle can be opened by turning it. But don’t forget to put her ear plugs on before feeding her.”

She pulled her earplugs out of her ration car. One she put on herself.

“Would you like to give it to me?”

“Yes.”

I turned the muzzle and opened it. Eve whispered countless words in an instant.

But with her earplugs on properly, most of her voice was inaudible. Even if I could hear it, there was no way the mind would go crazy.

I shoved the meat into her mouth. She stopped talking and her eyes sparkled as she chewed and swallowed her meat.

She looks calm, but she is the scariest woman. She is the culprit behind her mass suicide.

The reason why there is no evidence left is thanks to the hypnotic voice born from birth.

Eve was a human who sincerely believed that only death could save everyone.

The weapon is to dig out the weak parts of humans and convince them to die on their own. But she also has a strategy. She just needs to convince her misplaced mind.

I think we can do that later… Okay.

Should we go see the last guy?

The iron bars rattled. I stared blankly at the woman hanging from the cage.

A voluptuous body. A chest that is about to burst. Her eyes looking down at me were full of hearts.

Horns growing over her head. But half of it is cut off. Her white hair shimmered faintly in the dark, as if melted by moonlight.

I saw something floating above my head. An angel’s ring that demons cannot possess.

Halo.

“…A demon species once studied by the 1st Penal Execution Center, but now useless.”

The real devil.

A heteromorphic creature from another dimension.

“We call ‘this’ Amar…”

Demon of love, Amar.

For now, everything is there.

Then where should I…Do it properly?