112 – Execution Center (15)

My body is hot. Vulcan let out a rough breath.

The outstretched leg was twisted. I tried to dodge her sword, but I put my nose on the floor.

“Phehehe.”

“Don’t laugh!”

I stood up like fire. This f*cking body. It’s broken so badly that it’s a mess.

I took a long break. It had to rise like lightning and make a roar, but even if I stretched out my sword, it would fly no more than the sound of a hummingbird’s wings.

It wasn’t like this before.

An escort knight serving the one and only young lady…I, who was the hope of the lower warriors…Why…!

“Are you unhappy?”

“If it was like before, you would…!”

“Don’t cling to the past and look at me. You have to catch the person in front of you first, what if you blame the body that can’t go back?”

Zahard spun his sword. The nasty corner of his mouth went up once more.

“What… Can you give me five?”

“This, you bastard!”

“I am not a bastard.”

“Shut up!”

Vulcan stepped on the ground once again. I surrendered myself to the roar of thunder.

For some reason, looking at him made me angry. A corner of his chest burned.

The feeling of vomiting with all one’s might.

Is it with a sword? My body is a little lighter than before. Amid the roaring thunder, Zahard raised his sword.

“…Wow.”

Vulcan moved.

Thunder broke out.

. . .

“I thought the prison would be broken.”

“A. What about that It’s tough.”

“It’s not tough.”

What do you do every day in the prison next door?

Rakkkeum was accustomed to putting the bait on the needle. It has become a hobby to catch fish in the pool that is filled every morning.

It could also be seen as a luxurious hobby. Who can enjoy fishing in prison?

Let’s see. What story will you tell me today…

“……”

Lizard Rock Kum suddenly looked back at himself who was naturally troubled.

…Oops.

Has it permeated before you know it?

“What are you thinking?”

“Young jailer.”

Rakkkeum gently pulled on the wobbly fishing rod. The fish jumped out.

“Why do you treat me…Us so well?”

“Why do you treat me well? Hmmm…”

Zahard hugged the fishing pole. He yawned sleepily.

“I never treated you well.”

“……?”

“I just treat you like a human being. What’s wrong with this That’s a lot of money. Can you do anything like this?”

“There is no benefit.”

“A. Many. I’m going to stay comfortably for a month, but that’s all the benefits.”

“One month?”

“Yes. It’s a month. I get kicked out of here in a month. Well…if I had to ask, I’d go out on my own.”

It has already been ten days since I saw him. Hmm. It’s a month

Rakkeum turned his head to the fishing rod.

“…Sorry.”

“What is it?”

“There is only one month left to enjoy fishing.”

“Well, I can see that, but…”

Zahard poked his side with his elbow.

”If you leave, don’t you think I won’t come?”

“Young jailer. Don’t come if you leave Know. The prison camp is not a place like home.”

“Is that right…? I won’t deny anything. It’s not a fun place. There is nothing around Tantalus.”

Zahad shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s a boring place. There is no reason to come back.”

“I wasn’t to blame. I would have been too.”

“Oh. You are very honest.”

“Warriors do not lie.”

“That’s right. Lakkham was a warrior. But I’m also… Not the type to lie to people I like.”

There was a ripple on the surface of the water. Zahard caught a fish.

“It’s not a fun place, but I’ll stop by from time to time.”

“Why?”

“Why, why? Aren’t we friends? This prison is the only place where I am foolishly fooling around?”

“…….”

“Besides that, it’s kind of fun. It’s called fishing.”

The scales moved smoothly. Lak Kum caught the fish he had caught with his hand.

Friends.

I muttered to myself as I shoved the fish into my mouth. Also, raw is better than cooked. Emotions are like that too.

It is better to be natural than to be made. The more time we spend together, the deeper our hearts become.

Only one month.

If someone tells you, you can. But what does time matter?

The most important thing is ‘how much’ your heart communicates.

“…A friend.”

He grinned lightly. Zahard laughed in response.

“Don’t be sentimental, tell me a story about fish. Is it really best to eat this raw? It just tastes like meat, doesn’t it?”

“It is juicy. A young jailer is young.”

“After all, you’re not that young, right?”

“The bitter taste of life is lacking.”

“What?!”

. . .

“Four verbs…”

Tsubaki frowned. His hair wasn’t too bad, he conceded.

But when he started to study, his stiff head didn’t help him properly. It stopped halfway through, like a rusty cogwheel moving.

“Surrender.”

“What? Not even thirty minutes have passed.”

“Tsubaki. Give up.”

It is spontaneous. Tsubaki was well aware of his temper. They cling to it easily and give up just as easily.

All I like is explosions. It was simply acting out of pleasure.

If you don’t like it, you run away. In the first place, no one taught you how to be patient. Since he was born, he had no parents, and the only ones who reached out were those who tried to violate him.

Tsubaki suddenly lay down on his body on the bed. Someone sat on his back.

“Wow?!”

“Are you really not going to do it?”

“Heavy. Heavy. Heavy. Help. Help. Help.”

“I don’t die like this. I think it’s punishment.”

I heard the sound of bookshelves being turned over. Tsubaki rubbed her cheeks on the futon.

“Difficult. Tsubaki. So far.”

“Yesterday was like that too. But didn’t you just make it?”

“What is it? Brain Explosion.”

“Oh. Did you come up with an advanced word? See. It’s worth learning, right?”

“…Huh.”

Tsubaki’s mouth twitched.

“Tsubaki. Awesome?”

“Awesome. I’m serious? Have you ever seen anyone learn so quickly?”

“…Really?”

“What am I lying for? If you don’t teach me, it’s fine with me.”

Zahard stood up. He casually lay down next to Tsubaki.

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Our eyes met. Feeling embarrassed for some reason, Tsubaki covered half of his face with the blanket.

“Should I stop?”

“……”

Ask for opinions. There is no fear in the eyes. There is no awkwardness or fear.

I’m just watching. Even though he knows his identity and what his desires are, he does not distance himself.

Tsubaki mumbled her words. She shook her head slightly.

Zahard smiled.

“Now. Sit down once Grab a pen.”

“Head. Performance. Full full.”

“There is no price without pain. Ruler. From here again.”

Flips the pen. Tsubaki hummed a song with her mouth.

There are people who complain a lot and accept it even if they complain. A person who treats you as a person, not a monster.

The jagged mood suddenly gets better. Tsubaki picked up a pen and wrote down a sentence.

“Thank you… for teaching me…?”

“Great. Also Tsubaki! The greatest genius of our time!”

“hehehehe.”

. . .

“Here… so…”

Eve’s eyes went round and round. Instead of the sauce to be poured, soy sauce was poured.

“Uh oh oh?!”

I realized it only after pouring it in. Eve trembled and looked back at Zahard.

He grinned.

“Tasting.”

“Ugh…”

It doesn’t taste good. How many failures Eve’s shoulders drooped.

He didn’t know why he was doing this. Why did things suddenly turn like this?

“Doesn’t it taste good?”

“Huh.”

“Don’t cry. How is it? Please tell me clearly.”

“It’s salty.”

Weave. I think her tongue will go numb.

“It’s because we put so much soy sauce in it.”

I rummaged through the condiments that Zahard had arranged. After tasting it for a bit, I threw it all in.

This is an action not in the recipe. Eve pursed her lips.

I’m sure it won’t taste better. Why are you doing something like that?

“Now. Try it.”

“…The seasoning is too much. Sweet and salty and bitter… Is your original goal to torture me?”

“No? Are you going to crave until you get a proper dish?”

“Why, why?”

“Everything has a reason, so try this.”

Eve closed her eyes. I tasted the food they gave me.

Bitter and extremely salty…

“…Huh?”

Is it delicious?

“Why, why is this delicious?”

“The fastest way is when you think you are late. Even in a situation where there is no answer, there is a way to get it back.”

“What is that…”

“Isn’t it delicious?”

“…Yes.”

Zahad nodded his head.

“Then let’s go back to the standard. Make it again according to the recipe.”

“Everything again?!”

“Uh huh. Are you dissatisfied with me doing the dishes?”

“I-I don’t know what the reason for doing this…”

“I heard that the children I taught said that Eve’s food was not tasty?”

“That is true, but…”

“Think about it. Huh? Eve went to the other world, and she just ran into them. To be honest, wouldn’t you like to treat me to a delicious dish?”

“What kind of nonsense is that?”

“Just assume. Home. We’ll be laughing and chatting when we meet, and it feels good when we’re together with delicious food.”

“……”

That’s not wrong. Eve shook her head lightly. But even so, he couldn’t figure out why he was doing this.

“It’s not like I’m going to die right now… I don’t know why I’m learning this.”

“It’s fun. Both the process itself and the result.”

“It’s not fun. Are you trying to convince me?”

“No? Are you just teaching cooking? I also need to raise my skill level.”

Zahard washed the pot neatly. He raised a torch and lightly oiled a pan.

“Don’t grumble and peel the onion. If you don’t even use half of it like last time, you’ll get scolded.”

“……”

Eve pouted. Gently, she held the onion in her hand.

The hand moved a little more skillfully than before.

. . .

As usual, I listened to the chattering Amar by the side, and when I got home from work, Monica was waiting for me in the room.

From wearing baggy clothes to eating sweets in bed. Seeing her sucking on her drink, she laughed quite a bit.

It’s a very old house. It’s home

Well, I didn’t feel like blaming it. Monica is diligent and diligent, but because she is always nervous, she is a person with a slight sense of bewilderment. It must be that she vents the stress caused by that outside of her work hours.

But why are you doing that here?

“I will sleep here later.”

“Can I?”

“Aren’t you afraid of me? I am a man too.”

“Because Zahard doesn’t look at me with evil eyes!”

“What about women?”

“Women add. Just touch me Here and there. Especially here…”

Monica puffed up and lifted her breasts.

“…I’m a man too?”

“Do you want to touch it?”

“Sister. Why are you like that?”

“After I got older, my older sister hated it, but it’s nice to hear from Zahard.”

Rolling over in bed. It must have gotten quite comfortable, and now he was chattering nonstop.

“You have today. I patrolled the nearby cities for a while, but did you find anything interesting?”

“What is it?”

“It’s made using light magic… Voila.”

Monica pulled something of hers from inside her chest.

…Polaroid camera?

Isn’t that a disposable camera? Did something like this happen here too?

“If you take a picture like this… Will a picture come out?”

“How to make something that can only be made in a magic tower…”

“Actually, taking pictures is my hobby.”

Click.

Monica lifted up the photo protruding from the Camara. Faint colored ink slowly settled into place.

“…Awesome. I’m good at taking pictures too. Zahard. Come on! Let’s take a picture together!”

“Hmm.”

Wait a minute. Let’s do some thinking.

If you have that, I think it will be of some help in the operation to tame Amar.

“Can you give me that?”

“This one?”

“Because there must be a place you need. I’ll give you the money.”

Monica, who was worried, smiled brightly.

“I don’t need money. There are many in the first place. I bought it once because it’s a new model. Rather than money…”

She sneakily grabbed my leg and got on.

“Would you like to receive something else?”