A Wish to Grab Happiness

As soon as I get my feet out of the food vault, the smell of a mixture of iron and mold plunders my nose tip. An unpleasant scent that just touches my nose lightly and makes me want to distort my chin. Then it was a scent I once remembered to smell.

And so the sound of the roaring sound from the bottom of the earth sounds quietly in my ears. Again and again, as I repeat.

Really, what a shady and awful place. There's more to it than just Roku.

Though it may be similar wherever you go around the prison. This place is just standing and depressing emotions are about to crawl up from the bottom of my belly. Not very much, but I don't want to stay long. If it's true, I'd like to refuse to go near it.

The boulder is the only place that has accumulated the resentment of the crests and stretched the curse from the past. He exhaled a strong and heavy breath out of his lungs and slapped the crossing with his leg.

"Vestalinu. Again, you'd better wait. It's not something I really feel good about."

Naturally, so whine. No matter how much breath he exhaled, the hammer stuck in his lungs was unlikely to go away.

Like me, Vestalinu says, wearing guard clothes taken from soldiers.

Even though I can't find it early, I can't say I'm comfortable with flattery. Is that how the atmosphere emitted by Vestalinu makes it look even strangely dressed in such a thing?

"- I'm surprised. I can't believe you're imitating me like such a gentleman."

With all the sarcasm of such a thing, Vestalinu put a well-traveled voice on the wind. That only makes me stop the groaning in my ears.

"Bye. A human being can be an outcast, a gentleman, and then a villain."

Flatter your shoulders and give them back. Vestalinu didn't know what emotions he had because he didn't move his expression, but the voice just sounded oddly stiff.

"I appreciate your concern, though. I am the head of hundreds of mercenaries, Lord Rugis. Putting your feet back means painting the mercenaries' faces with mud."

Then you can't do that. Saying it that way, Vestalinu placed a battle axe on his thin shoulder.

Honesty or being as serious as a farmer? It was a word that I knew very well that I was a different person. It's not great.

That's why we shouldn't be so close to a prison like this. This place is as far away from the nature of Vestalinu.

Vestalinu keeps his words going as he lurks his voice.

At the end of the day, I asked him what he planned to do next. Will it free the numerous prisoners, or will it form the task of drawing in the Berfein mercenaries who wait outside early? Or.

Those words were caged with much enthusiasm. Maybe there's something in Vestalinu that looks calm and is somewhat anxious or expensive. Because we're just two people hanging out in the middle of the enemy land.

As I suppressed the momentum, I answered as I was forced to close with my hands the mouth of Vestalinu, who took the words together to continue to stand.

"Let's do it flashy later, Vestalinu - somehow this one will be in a position to do whatever he wants for a while without being distracted by them. Let's start by holding their throats."

Oh, yeah. Let the prisoners go, let the mercenaries in, there's something to be done first. Even though the stage isn't ready, there's nothing more ridiculous than pulling actors in.

Either way, we should create a stage where we can just get busted. I have a few things to do for that.

Besides, it's rather not nice to let prisoners go free right now. Perhaps the prisoners won't listen to this side of the story seriously. Either that or it was even possible that if I did poorly, I would rather follow the guard side.

Prisoners follow guards. That's the place, this place.

He looked to the top floor of the North Tower, gently biting his dry lips. I'm sure the warden's quarters are where they are. First, let's go grab the root.

From the bottom of the basement, I could still hear the roar causing tremors.

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My fingers exploded in front of me. At least to the Nines, it looked that way.

Happily, I didn't feel pain for a while because I was blinded by the sight.

Blood jumps and even dirty his own cheeks. Unlike the VIP Prisoner's Office, inside the dim interrogation room, the blood looks strangely good.

- And then a moment later, it came.

Desperate pain, like being forced to drag the nerves out of your fingers and politely rubbing them up.

It strikes me at my fingertips many, many times without interruption.

A guard hammers a torturer that tightens his fingers. Also, a different finger blew up. Blood erupts scattered, crushed bones choosing meat from the inside.

With such a shock that Nines' throat is ripped, a voiceless voice echoes. It was repeated several times.

Prisoner 2066. It would be easier if you confessed quickly. Hey, man. There's nothing weird about being mean. "

The guard's strangely sticky voice hits his ear. Nines stuck his purple hair on his cheek and vomited the words as he sharply pointed his eyes of the same color.

"... I'm sorry, but will you speak in human language? I don't have a bizarre hobby to talk to crude beasts about."

Said Nines, shaking the limbs tied together by chains. At the same time, the vivid pain until violent again engraves his fingers.

With this, all the fingers on my right hand were wasted. I had a slight tactile sensation, but I don't feel like it's my own. The thought of a bone shattered, the bone of the right hand, was in the Nines.

The guard man says, shaking the hammer with frustration and concern.

"Do you really know where you stand? Your people confessed, you're an old man. I've already decided how to execute you... but I'm a human being too, if you're a little feisty, I'll be nice to you until the end of the day, okay?

Clear angry caged words. For the rest of the clarity, Nines was going to laugh.

On his left hand while in captivity, other guards insert torture gear. The useless right hand was thrown into the universe with blood spitting out.

Nines opens his purple eyes wide. That's how I looked at the guard in front of me. The man's shoulder swayed, he was well seen.

"Really, you guys are easy to understand, blind and stupid. I know exactly why you're suddenly trying to plunge me."

Like shaking braided purple hair and spiralling laughter, Nines said.

"Someone in the Catholic Church must have committed even a lapse. At last, it became difficult for the people to deviate from their gaze. Then let's tailor the bad guys! I can easily imagine who thought about it - ugh!

The cheeks are struck hard before the words can continue. The guard's fist was gushing Nines' cheekbones and letting him spit out blood.

Perhaps the guard had never been spat with such words by a prisoner. Anyway, the prisoners here are all obedient.

Like a performer who performs his role, he performs the role of prisoner with his eyes cloudy. It even felt like something was manipulating me.

So I never saw a woman like this. The guard forcibly grabs Nines' jaw and faces him in the front, looking into the purple eye.

"Look, I hated those eyes. If you're a prisoner, look dead like that. Have something nice. Shall I crush you miserably, yes!

The guard vomits like that in a freshly sounding voice rather than letting the other person listen.

In response to the words, Nines opened his mouth as he let his teeth rub against the pain that struck his entire body.

- I told you, speak in human language.

That's all I said, I leaked my exhale.