113 – Execution Center (16)

“……”

“……”

Crushed by her, I looked up at her. Monica ran her fingers through my breasts.

Smoothly as if handling a treasured porcelain.

A tall, stopped finger pierced my navel.

“Pabababak.”

I know you weren’t a character like this.

I grabbed Monica’s hand.

“Stop kidding. Will you give that camera to me?”

“I’m thinking.”

“We are close. Were you friends? Mind! We are Nami!”

“A friend only when necessary. Uh. Usually, noona and noona distanced themselves.”

“Uh, at first he was obviously a sincere guard.”

“That’s right, the sincere warden. Although the working hours are limited.”

Monica put her head on my chest.

“So. I will listen or not.”

“What is it?”

“…Zahard will only stay here for about a month, right?”

Monica rubbed her cheeks as if to leave behind her body odor.

“Please accept the letter even if you return to the church headquarters. How does it feel to be a pen pal?”

“That’s about it.”

“…Really?”

“Do you think you won’t?”

There was silence.

Monica murmured.

“There are people who do not keep their promises.”

I grabbed the hem of her dress. Her fox ears drooped.

“Of course, it is fun when prisoners are reformed, but the most enjoyable thing is when the prisoners get out in the ‘correct’ form. When I go out, I always say thank you. Thank you for taking care of me, I will definitely come back later. But very few of those people really come.”

“……”

“Being a prison guard is a dreary job than I thought. I’m stuck in one place, because I have to keep letting people go. I am also a person. I have close friends with prisoners, and I sometimes talk to them. But that’s all just a fleeting relationship, right?”

“Isn’t it okay to get close to the jailer?”

“You must always set an example for your subordinates. The other wardens…Don’t like this place very much. I think I was exiled, befitting the name of the prison. I applied myself, but everyone else was just relegated. It’s easy to get pointed at if you’re laughing alone.”

I’ve heard that he’s always sincere and maintains a somewhat cold attitude during work…

There must be a reason for that.

Monica whispered softly.

“Would you like to contact me?”

“I will.”

“Isn’t that a lie?”

“Of course. I’m a do-it-yourself person. But if you get lonely like that in the first place… Shouldn’t you just apply for a change to another work place?”

“I like the idea of edifying the prisoners. Hey, there’s a bit of a thrill… More than anything, among those who left saying thank you, there are people who live really well.”

Monica raised her head abruptly. He brought it close enough to touch her mouth.

Oh. See. Canine.

Her teeth are white too. Are you cleaning well? I never thought I would look inside the mouth of a beauty like this.

“I think this job is perfect for me! Except that I have no friends!”

“You have friends.”

“Yes?”

“Here.”

I laughed.

“Isn’t that your friend?”

“…Yes. Zahard sometimes feels like an elder.”

“Are you older?”

“J-Really?!”

“A grandfather at heart.”

Monica scratched my navel.

“Don’t make fun of me!”

. . .

“What is that?”

“Camera.”

“A photo?”

Amar tilted his head. I snapped and lightly took a picture.

Polaroid developed immediately. Amar flinched.

“Is it a mirror?”

“It’s a frozen mirror. With this, I can capture the situation in an instant.”

As if Amar was interested, he quietly put his hand on the camera. He looked around and stared blankly at me.

Heart-filled eyes want to shout. Want to have

I nodded.

“It is a gift. Amar. It’s yours, so you can use it however you like.”

“Really?!”

Amar rolled over while holding the camera. I pressed the stretch switch at random.

The picture exploded.

“Wow…!”

“The film runs out.”

“Film? What is it? Is there a limit on the number of times I can take pictures?”

“The maximum is 50 at a time, but since there is a supplier, you can take whatever you want.”

“What do you want to film?”

“Leaving a picture is an important moment that you want to remember without blurring it.”

“An important moment…”

Amar held the camera. Glanced at me

“…Do you take pictures of people doing naughty things with a camera?”

What a great insight!

“Surprisingly, there are people like that.”

“It should be done.”

“You like erotic things.”

“You don’t like it very much.”

“Do you like it?”

Amar was taken aback. I looked at my face urgently as if the sky had collapsed.

“I like you, but why don’t you attack me?!”

“Are you getting to know me?”

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“…If you know everything, will it attack you?!”

“That’s not it.”

“It’s difficult.”

“What could be easier in the world?”

I reached out to Amar. We became somewhat friendly, so now we could just ask without looking at each other.

It’s little by little, but it means that the relationship is definitely getting better. That’s a good thing.

What I want to teach her is her true human emotions. When you’re happy, you feel happy; when you’re sad, you feel sad.

If you teach her not to hang on to her love, she will definitely not seduce the guards.

“Give me the camera.”

“It’s bad to take away what you gave.”

“I’ll give it back to you, so give it to me. What I’m trying to do is something else.”

“Something else?”

“Amar should be here, but not the camera, right?”

I waved the camera.

“I’ll take a picture. A lot.”

Amar blinked her eyes.

“Why?”

“I want to show you.”

“……”

Amar nodded her slyly.

. . .

“What is that?”

“A camera.”

“I know that. What I asked is something else.”

Vulcan wrote her impression.

“Why are you bringing that to me?”

“A. What’s going on between us?”

“What about us! We are enemies!”

“An enemy and close friend who has shuffled swords hundreds of times. Now. Do not bounce and come here.”

“……”

What is it? This child. Isn’t that really cheeky?

“Do whatever you want.”

I never thought there could be such a selfish human being. Vulcan swung his sword into the air. Thunder roared.

The thunder of the Lycos, a mercenary group of beastmen warriors who had sworn allegiance to the Church of Ra, was returning.

It’s not long before we return to our prime.

「Vulcan. The front… I can’t see the front.”

Wield it. As old memories came to mind, the thunder grew louder.

“…You.”

Vulcan stopped his sword.

“Why are you helping me?”

“You’re training, not helping?”

“It can be done with other guards.”

“Because I follow the king.”

“I think so.”

“What?! Actually, I have a lot of friends?!”

Vulcan laughed. Then, involuntarily, he raised his hand.

You laughed? I?

Couldn’t even find a reason to live, I laughed at living forcibly?

“…You must be crazy.”

I think I went crazy after being with a crazy guy. Vulcan swung his sword sharply. With the back of his sword he hit Zahad in the head.

“It’s your fault!”

“Why are you so strict and angry?!”

Click.

The picture was taken.

. . .

“It’s a photograph… It’s something that didn’t exist in Lizard’s civilization.”

“Isn’t there anything like this?”

“There was a mural. The shamans were mainly drawn. Although I was a little interested… Warriors had to hold their spears.”

I was fiddling with the camera. Small. Human things are very small.

If you put even a little more force here, it will break. With just this little thing, the picture is taken on the spot…

“Human development is truly frightening. Was it natural for the Lizards to decline?”

“Have Lizards also accepted civilization to some extent?”

“There were only a few. Most of them are like blind people. It is a cypress tree that believes itself to be strong.”

“You mean it breaks easily?”

“You were listening to my story.”

“Sure. Who are you talking about?”

Rakkeom handed the camera back. I whipped the fishing rod lightly.

To be honest, catching fish with him was no fun. But it was the only time of the day that I looked forward to.

It tastes much better than eating raw fish.

It is very enjoyable even without saying anything.

“…Young jailer.”

“Yes?”

“You are clear and blue. You’re pretending not to be, but you’re hiding kindness.”

“No way. Even if someone dies right in front of you, who won’t even bat an eye?”

“It’s only for people who don’t care. Once entwined, you are the one who will prioritize the lives of your friends over your own.”

“Am I completely selfish?!”

“Your instinct calls out otherwise.”

It is rare to risk one’s life for others. It’s safe to say that it’s hard to find.

Good faith was nothing more than a value that differed by standards. Someone’s good intentions can be someone else’s ill will.

There are no absolutes in this world. He’s a hero to the Lizards himself, but it’s like he’s a sinner here.

So if you ask me to have a best friend around, I like someone like him. A person who clearly distinguishes between enemies and keeps allies by his side.

“…People are three-dimensional.”

“You are not wrong.”

“A good person for someone can be a bad person for someone.”

“That’s obvious.”

“However, we believe in those close to us. Show trust and build relationships. Young jailer. You showed me trust.”

“The only thing we did was fishing together?”

“From the point of view of the fish, wouldn’t it be like brothers running side by side carrying spears?”

He grinned lightly.

“I told all my stories. He said it until his mouth fell. So it’s your turn brother.”

“…Yes?”

“Tell me your story. I was curious. A friend’s story.”

“There is nothing special.”

“Tell only what you want to say.”

“…….”

Zahard fiddled with the camera. Then she laughed a little.

“Well… if I have to say… I have a lot to say.”

“Is that a lot?”

“Because I have lived a very eventful life.”

Zahad shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll do it for you. Rock much.”

Click.

The picture was taken.

. . .

Tsubaki asked.

“What is that?”

A bit clumsy, but the sentence was complete. There are still a lot of things that are lacking, but Tsubaki liked it because it was so strong.

One of the few successes in life achieved through hard work. Saying it makes me feel better, Tsubaki smiled.

He decided to stop talking and answered comfortably.

“This? It’s a camera.”

“A camera?”

“Take pictures. Like this.”

With a click, Tsubaki was taken. Tsubaki, who lifted the photo, opened her eyes wide.

“Amazing technology!”

“It’s magic. Magic.”

“Me…Me too…”

“Come on.”

“Oops!”

Tsubaki diligently took pictures here and there. The inside of the prison was rather spacious, but there wasn’t much there.

Exercise equipment bought by begging Zahard. Snacks that he asked to be brought in secretly.

I took pictures of the bed made with clean sheets, and I also took pictures of the graffiti on the walls.

From shooting small hand-crackling explosions.

“……! Zahard! Look at this! Explosions are captured in photos…!”

“Isn’t it pretty?”

It’s pretty. It was different from seeing something with my eyes, and it felt strange.

Tsubaki, who had been engrossed in filming for a while, quietly stopped the explosion.

There was something I wanted to film more.

Things I’ve been working hard on.

“……”

He swallowed dry saliva and reached out his hand. I took a picture of the time I pressed down with a pen one by one.

He did not stop his hand until the paper turned black. Thanks to the person who gently instructed me, I was able to stop in the middle.

It was difficult at first. But after doing it, I got a little better.

As I got better, I got greedy. It became fun because I was greedy.

Like when I first learned to explode, I became unstoppable.

Thanks to one person, because of only one person who looks straight at him.

All of this was possible.

“…You know.”

Tsubaki squeezed the note photo leaking out of the camera.

“Really… Aren’t you afraid of Tsubaki?”

“I’m not afraid.”

I accidentally touch her head.

“I told you. I am a person hundreds of times more dangerous than you.”

I like even those weak jokes. Tsubaki laughed.

“…Ihehehe.”

Click.

The picture was taken.

. . .

“…Um?!”

It’s delicious. Eve opened her eyes wide. He ran around without realizing it.

“Hey, try it! Zahard! This is delicious!”

“…What?”

Zahard opened his eyes wide.

“Really. Is it delicious?”

“That’s right?! I am now able to cook quite well!”

A sense of pride seeps into your body. He smiled in spite of himself.

“What shall we do next?”

“How about meat dishes?”

“Meat?”

“Because men who are growing up are not very fond of meat.”

“Is Zahard going to eat?”

“No? There is someone else to eat.”

As always, blunt words. Eve glanced down at the cookbook.

“…Yes.”

I suddenly remembered. I just thought of it without saying anything.

The ladle dropped into the pot. I snapped and made a noise.

“Zahard…Why are you teaching me this?”

“You’ll find out later.”

“…Not telling me anything…”

“With time, you will know everything. So? Aren’t you going to?”

“……”

Eve grabbed his scoop again.

“I will wash the dishes today.”

“……?! Eve is finally iron…!”

“What are you talking about being so young!”

Click.

The picture was taken.

. . .

Amar, the demon of love, looked up at the wall.

First one. Then two.

The piled up photos were sticking to the wall.

“…Werewolf.”

A frowning face was captured in the picture. But sometimes I was laughing. He was also smiling bright enough to distort his scars.

“…Lizard.”

The scales were a bit scary. But his expression was gentle. He laughed and laughed like a liberated old man. It was quite funny to see him eat the fish in one bite.

“…A killer.”

There were only a handful of photos that were properly taken. But there were definitely photos taken with great care. The splendor of fireworks and, on the contrary, static notes.

“…A martyr.”

I could see the back of the cook. There was also a picture of him waving his hand as if to stop taking pictures. It was very pretty to see his blushing face as if embarrassed.

And…

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And at the end…

“…….”

Amar looked up at the photos blankly. He put his hand on the last hanging photo.

The face of a smiling man.

And a picture of yourself attached next to it.

“…I don’t know.”

Amar took the photo off.

I felt uncomfortable. It was very strange to see her in herself.

It’s pretty. But it’s pretty, but I think it’s missing something. Why do I feel this way?

“When I don’t know…what should I do?”

The devil’s back shook in black. Amar wanted to ask.

There were several types of photos that I looked up at. But she always had one thing she clung to.

「You don’t have to do anything.」

I did anything to be loved. Even if it was painful, I followed.

If there’s another way…If so…

What is true love?

I don’t know. I don’t know a thing.

Amar hugged his knees. She closed her eyes and, as usual, cleared her thoughts.

As I imagined melting, the surroundings became quiet. At some point, all of them disappeared, leaving me alone.

There is only one thing in front of me.

“……”

Amar slammed her foot into a spirit world that only she could see. She placed her hand on a huge black heart that could explode at any moment.

A chain created by the emotion of love was wrapped around it. It was blocking the beating of a black heart that could explode at any moment.

The second heart of a demon fed on malice, enmity, loathing and fear.

Amar didn’t want it to explode.

Because the moment it explodes, he knows that he too will crumble.

“…I don’t want to die…”

The black heart rang loudly once.

Amar emptied his emotions. To survive as always, she tried to love everything.

Love is…

Because it is the only emotion that can understand everything.

. . .

“Your Excellency.”

Call yourself. Dwayne raised his head.

I opened my closed eyes. It is bright outside. The sun rises beyond the window, and the birds chirp as usual.

“Your Excellency.”

The voices look up at themselves. Dwayne took a deep breath.

I stared blankly across the east. Will come Now is the time to slowly arrive.

“Your Excellency.”

The seven paladins on his knees earnestly cried out. Hit his head on the ground

“The time has come.”

“…I know.”

All the work behind the scenes has been completed. All that remains now is to wait for the beacon.

The work was done in a hurry. Fearing that his job would be messed up because of the existence of Zahard, a heretic inquisitor who did not know where to go, and Dimona, whose reputation had risen rapidly, he hastily built an incomplete tower.

However, there were no major problems because the foundation was originally strong. A plan that had been built up for years in the first place.

The time has come, all you have to do is run.

If it annoys you, just get rid of it.

“The Philamon will burn. It’s a necessary sacrifice. Everyone there will die. You could call it martyrdom.”

Dwayne murmured. He raised the corners of his lips.

“The Penalty Execution Center will send someone urgently. It’s a few people in the first place. Major General Veronica will direct it. When they get out of the prison, then you just have to make things happen.”

“……”

“The beacon will be raised by the commander of the Holy Knights, Pavlos, whom I sent to Dantalos. Amar will move. A monster that has suffered human malice for decades…! The demon that accumulates emotions explodes! Everyone will be swept away! A terrible sight will unfold!”

The flame must be big enough to pierce the entire north. At that time, you can get a justification.

“Justification to bring down Cardinal Arpina! Justification to drive out the opposing forces within the church!”

Dwayne’s priestly robe swayed in the wind. Dwayne smiled wide in the light.

The uplifted voice uttered the truth.

“Isn’t it coming! A new era!”

The majesty of Ra, which had been fading, will shine again.

Under the miracle born of her own hands!