109 – Execution Station (12)

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Click.

The muzzle came off. Eve lifted her eyes out of the tightness.

There is a person in front of you. Bittern. Although he is tall, he feels that he is not mature. On the outside, it looks complete, but when it comes to physical age, it is clear that it is young.

I saw a lot of people. So you can tell intuitively. The person in front of me was probably not even an adult. It is clear that only the body will grow first and the mind will not be able to keep up.

Unfortunately, there are still many days left to live. I’ll pass the time stained with pain

I have to help.

“Something to tell…”

“Wait a minute. Why didn’t this happen?”

I rubbed the shower ball buck-buck as if no bubbles were forming. Eve waited patiently.

As long as I was able to speak anyway, waiting a bit was not a problem.

Because once you start having a conversation, that will be the end.

“Oh. Done. I’m Zahard. You can call me Zahard without any other honorifics.”

The shower ball bubbled up. The man in front of me handed me a shower ball.

“Should we talk while washing up? Are you okay?”

“…Yes.”

I rubbed it slowly over my skin.

“… Oops.”

Eve let out a light moan involuntarily. Weird feeling.

It gets old and the old time runs out. A soft shower ball passed over the rough skin.

It feels like the body that was rotting is awakening. Eve rubbed his body slowly.

It’s a world that becomes peaceful with death, but it’s still too early to die. You have to slowly wipe out the rotten body.

To save even one more person from the pain of life.

To save the pitiful human beings who are dreaming of a meaningless miracle anyway.

Let’s endure the pain. Because stupid people need smart teachers.

“Are you cool?”

“…Yes.”

Eve, who had been answering casually, came to her senses. He stopped wiping his body.

Before talking, he asked. He wondered.

Why are you doing this? He is the jailer, we are sinners.

“Why did you clean the room?”

“It’s dirty.”

“…Why do you wash sinners?”

“I wish they were clean, right?”

“……”

What is it? An answer that contradicts this common sense.

Eve drooped his shoulders. He was nervous for some reason, and he felt like an idiot.

But it doesn’t matter. You just have to have a conversation anyway.

Hurry up. Whispered to him

“Zahard. Have you ever felt that life has no meaning?”

“Do you have it?”

“…….?”

“Well, in the end, things will disappear when you die. Yes?”

“No…Uh…”

Eve blinked his eyes.

“That’s true, but…”

“I think you need to clean the inside part more.”

“Ah. Yes.”

Eve, who had been wiping briskly, raised his head again. Come to think of it, you shouldn’t answer with ‘Oh, yes’, right?

Ask again. This time, put a little more power into your voice.

“You think so…Why did you choose to be alive? I don’t know why you put effort into something that has no meaning.”

“I want to have fun.”

“Are you enjoying it?”

“These are the moments that will disappear anyway. That’s why I live to enjoy even a little more. It’s an experience you won’t feel when you die. If everyone is going to die anyway, I want to experience something that others haven’t been able to.”

“…….?”

No, you’re right, but…

“…The pleasure of being alive is far less than the amount of pain you feel while living.”

The pattern engraved on the tongue shone. The tongue of a snake born from birth.

However, Zahard bounced off the power in his voice casually.

“Did you have a lot of fun?”

“Eh?”

Something white bounced into the air and rolled across the floor. Eve stared blankly at it.

What is it?

What is it? This guy? How can you keep your senses after listening to me? No, was that something that could be bounced off in the first place?

“I feel sleepy because I am still at work. Can you help me wipe my back?”

“Uh… So…”

“Ugh. Give it a try Why are your hands so sluggish?”

The shower ball was stolen. Eve, who had suddenly turned around, turned her back to him.

Buck buck buck.

At the time of peeling, Eve was at a loss for words. What. Why did this happen all of a sudden

This is the first time someone has no power. Didn’t even the countless heretic inquisitors of the Sun God cult commit suicide with their own swords, seduced by his words?

I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t been caught by those who blew my eardrums and approached me. I thought it would be a sure win if we could just talk.

Wiping my back right now is…What kind of monster is that beyond common sense…?

“You are… Not an ordinary person.”

“There are no ordinary people in the world. Everything is special.”

“……?”

“That one is also unique. Did you have that power from the start?”

Normal conversation. Things that have been shared for a long time.

Eve absentmindedly nodded. He quietly opened his mouth to answer.

“Is that so…Is that so…?”

“Did you convince people with that power at first?”

“…No. I didn’t. Rather, he was reluctant to open his mouth.”

I felt uncomfortable talking to people.

It didn’t feel as good as I thought to be able to manipulate humans at will. If you mix desire with words, the human in front of you would become a doll.

You can get what you want, but that doesn’t make it special. Rather uncomfortable.

Because his parents considered what he had as taboo and dirty.

Did you say the child of the devil…?

It was around that time.

A book that doesn’t answer even when asked is more comfortable.

“I liked the book more than the person…”

Knowledge is more enjoyable as it accumulates. Even if it was magic or knowledge that was not directly involved in power, it was fun to just learn.

“Which book did you like the most?”

“…’Ariadna’s One Hundred Recipes’…”

“A hundred recipes? Do you cook well?”

“I can’t. But it’s amazing how small differences always produce different results…”

Water was splashed once. The filth was washed away.

“When did you lose interest in books?”

“……”

Eve hesitated to answer.

This is a story I would never normally tell. But her long solitude softened the boundaries of her heart.

Water of the right temperature with warm steam rising. Even a moist shower ball that scratches itchy areas.

“…Probably.”

Eve said involuntarily.

“I think it was when I was… teaching the children.”

“Children?”

“I have taken in a few disciples. There are children in the village who wanted to learn letters… I tried to teach them a few words…”

Eve laughed involuntarily. When he thought of them, he would forget his own mission and laugh.

They were cute kids. I won’t be able to see you again.

“How did it go?”

“Everyone is dead.”

“…….”

Silence ensued. Eve was very used to that silence.

I remember when I close my eyes. The song the children sang around them.

But I can’t hear that anymore. The war swept them away, buried them in a mound of dirt… And never spoke again.

How fleeting is human life.

Knowledge that seemed to last forever went back to nothing as people collapsed. You’ll never hear the songs they chatter again.

These are the children who suffered from poverty. Sometimes they laughed, but if one had to stick to the mouth, the other would have to starve.

Everybody did. Then he died.

“…I am a teacher.”

I enjoyed teaching children. It was nice to be guided in the right direction.

That is why we must teach the people of the world. Life is suffering, and how fleeting the hopes of those who have always struggled in poverty are.

How pitiful it is to embrace hope that cannot be held in your arms, and to belatedly go to rest after suffering.

“My mission is to guide people to the right path. It’s something only I can do. It’s something only I have to do.”

“I see.”

“…You don’t ask otherwise.”

“There is nothing to deny. But um… there is something I want to teach you.”

“Teaching… You mean? No matter how much you whisper your thoughts to me, I don’t change.”

Yes. I don’t change

I’m still going to teach people. I will go out there and lead more lives to salvation.

If life is hell, beyond death is heaven. Because people are pitiful and always need someone’s help.

Zahad shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s not something that can be done through conversation, so it will take some time.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“People often mistakenly think they know everything. And what breaks that is always among the inadvertently passed on.”

He casually handed over the soap.

“Wash your hands thoroughly.”

“……”

“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to talk.”

The warm water was once again splashed over my head. Eve nodded.

Yes. If you bump into the truth, he will also understand. You don’t even need a snake’s tongue.

Teach him too.

How fleeting life is.

. . .

I stretched all the way. I stared blankly at Amar, who was swimming in the jar.

Gray hair scattered over the water. Her eyes met as she closed her eyes and enjoyed her bath.

Until I turned right over. I sighed at the vicious weapon floating on the water.

“Do you want to hug me?”

“It’s okay.”

Very little filth came out. She was clean All that was buried in the first place was old dust.

Does not defecate even after eating. No sweat drips from the body.

She is pure in her birth. Then what was the filth in her room? Simple.

It was leftover food. What she ate is immediately converted into magical power. It can be said to be a unique ability of the demon species.

To increase strength simply by eating.

I splashed water on Amar’s head. Turning her head like her dog, she glanced at me.

“I don’t have to wash.”

“I know. But sometimes it’s not bad to relax your body, right?”

It’s different from the other guys. You have to approach slowly. The more you try to approach it, the more complicated it gets.

Relax. That is the mindset when dealing with Amar.

“…Am I not good enough?”

“It’s crazy.”

“But why not?”

“If you do whatever you want, you are no different from a beast.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“That is pending.”

Amar frowned in disapproval. I touched her nose.

“Relax your body. I won’t do anything, so enjoy your bath.”

“It’s better to attack.”

“It’s not good for my body.”

I left her alone until her bath was over. Unless she dared to talk to her, she didn’t even talk to me from this side.

Just casually handing over a favor is the end.

I washed her and dressed her. Amar tilted her head, as if the baggy prison uniform was strange.

“What about the straitjacket?”

“It’s inconvenient.”

“Am I dangerous?”

“I’m in danger too.”

End with this.

All five were washed.

I took a deep breath. A whole day passed. I paid the contractors who finished the work and twirled my arms.

My shoulders were stiff from repetitive work all day. In particular, the Vulcan was very rebellious at first, so it was very difficult to wash it off.

I never thought the day would come when I would wash my husband’s body myself.

Let’s take a break today. I turned off the fire in the fire pit.

I went out of the building holding Maya and locked the door. Let’s see. I need to wash some…

“Have you gotten used to Action 10?”

I bumped into someone. Face for the first time. It didn’t suit me to let go of the words, so I sighed.

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Looks like you’re here to mess around. It’s obvious just by looking at the face. An expression of eagerness to quarrel.

You bastard whose territory has been invaded. Judging from his appearance, he looked more like a jailer than a jailer.

Let’s see. If it’s a warden who dares to talk to you… Originally, he’s in charge of the 10th Division…

Was it an extra?

“…Are you the Chief Warden?”

“You can omit the Nimja. Call me comfortably comfortable.”

He laughed softly. Unlike Veronica, the smell of alcohol that I didn’t like to smell mingled with the stench.

“They are not ordinary people, are they?”

“…Yes?”

“I know your secret. Huh? So let’s be frank. Zahard Inquisitor.”

An unspoken identity came out of his mouth.

Rupes leaned against the wall.

“Why did Inquisitor Dimona send you here?”

“…What?”

“Ah, it’s okay. You can tell me.”

He grinned.

“Because I am also the person the Judge planted at the Penal Execution Center.”

…Ah.

His head was spinning at that one word.

Conclusions were drawn quickly.

You bastard.

The one who stole Dimona’s letter!