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Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (20)

[T/W: Nearing the chapter is clear depictions of violence, torture, deathly harm.]

3. Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (4)

There should be an end somewhere, finally, a rusty iron door appeared. Light was seeping in through the cracks.

“Open it.”

The man said, shuddering as if he did not want to touch the door. The musclemen that were holding me threw my body to the floor without hesitation.

Stumble–

Fortunately, I didn’t slam my butt on the ground, but I lost my balance and had to do a bizarre tap dance. The shorter muscleman lifted one of the keys from the bundle hanging from his waist and began unlocking a huge lock the size of his own fist.

I widened my eyes. I should definitely pay attention now. What’s behind this tiresome single path, what lies behind the thick iron door, and what to do to get out to the exit.

There is a sound of the lock being unlocked, and the ring that was securely fastened opens. At the same time, the gap between the doors widened slightly. The light grew stronger, and in between, my head moved slightly without realizing it.

“Wait.”

The mean man, who was pointing at the musclemen, raised his hand and stopped him. Then he looked at the floor with a torch, and soon, as if he found something he liked, he raised the torch again.

I couldn’t see what it was because it was obscured by the musclemen. However, without wondering for a long time, I immediately knew what it was.

“You have to cover her.”

“Yes.”

Something blacker than darkness covered my eyes. When I touched it instinctively, I felt the texture of the rough fabric. I couldn’t tell if it was dirty or if it was freshly spun pure white cloth, but the latter case would be close to the probability of Evan becoming a vegetarian.

“Why are you covering my eyes? Is there anything I shouldn’t see?”

With my words, three men start laughing at the same time. Again, my body trembled in repulsiveness feeling the musclemen close to me.

“It was kind of consideration.”

“…… ?”

“Consideration for the countless women who have passed through this path.”

“Fuck, what kind of bullshit is that?”

“There is no obligation to tell the sinner.”

Who’s the sinner?! I was about to shout when I heard the iron door open. The light was strong enough to pierce the fabric.

However, something that stimulated my nerves even more than that was wafting over my body. The strong smell of blood.

“Uughh…… !”

“Oh my, it’s already in this state”

I was caught by the musclemen again and walked away. The occasional smell of blood made me gag, and even though my emotional state was calm, tears flowed down my face. I thought I was used to things like blood, but I don’t know why I’m getting nauseous again.

I proceeded along the flat road without stepping on a single step, and from the sound of footsteps, I was certain (presumably) that this is the extension of the basement.

By the time my armpits were hurting because my both arms were raised to the fullest, the cloth that had covered my eyes was finally undone.

The place was filled with gray bricks, but because it was not maintained, every single one was broken and cracked. In addition, there were various instruments of torture hanging from the walls, which made me feel terrified just by looking at them. Although I didn’t want to believe it, there were obvious traces of them having been used several times.

The blood that could not flow formed water drop shapes everywhere, and black blood scabs were already smeared on the hard wooden chair that I was told to sit on after pressing on my shoulder several times.

Wow… This is real, for real. Ah wait.

The difference in strength was huge, so I sat down on the chair without much resistance. Soon, my ankles and wrists were tied like it was an obvious procedure. Speaking of interrogation, there must have been at least a desk and a pen or a piece of paper to write down my words, but there was nothing but torture equipment.

The man with a slim physique who I thought would do me no harm, in other words, who seemed like I could win against somehow, bent down and thrust his head right in front of my eyes.

Perhaps because of the atmosphere, he now has a stronger presence than the musclemen standing behind me. Perhaps noticing the tension in my eyes, the man showed his teeth and smiled.

“Shall we begin?”

* * *

Evan realized today that counting was quite a chore.

When Merson turned the Abitz mansion into sand, he gave up counting because he was dazed by the enormous damage that was difficult to convert into money. Now, when the unbelievable situation continued one after another without giving him time to breathe, his mind could not stand it and gave up counting.

He gave up counting the number of people who died, the number of explosions accompanied by terrifying roars, and the like…….

It was good that he managed to proudly say to Merson, ‘Let’s go see His Majesty!’, but he didn’t expect that Merson would teleport directly into the imperial castle without fear. Evan was horrified that the place he teleported to was exactly in front of the Emperor. What was even more shocking was the Emperor that seemed to be welcoming Merson boldly.

But Evan’s horror did not end there.

“Erina has disappeared. If you know anything, don’t hide it.”

Merson’s boldness of getting straight to the point without even greeting the Emperor. In addition, there was no politeness, only crazy rudeness.

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