A long, dim stone staircase extending downward. The light source is only a small light in the Divine Chant "Oracle" that is lit at regular intervals on the candlestick of the wall. It even has a creepy atmosphere, which I don't think is safe in the castle thanks to it.
"The Lord also knows that there are twelve 'pentas' in this country in total thirteen...... no. It's Lugo."
"Yeah, well."
The voice of the king and the guerrillas echoes in the narrow space that continues down.
"The number of people I actually met is not that high yet..."
Transcendents far outnumber ordinary people, called 'Penta'.
It is also said that their number of holdings is directly linked to national power as it is due to their non-standard abilities, typical of features such as the need for chanting, the inexhaustible soul and mind power "Prarna," and so on, and every country shows a greedy attitude in securing it.
So much so that some countries have become invisible and perished by being too adamant about 'Penta'.
Raindeer originally held as many as thirteen more people than any other country, but lost one behind the King's Capital terror that occurred in the summer, and now stands at twelve.
"Actually. One who is not certified as a public 'penta' … the one who is now the thirteenth is behind this"
"Huh!?
The voice of the surprised shield echoed the stairs in multiple ways.
"Does Lugo know about the theory that 'Penta' doesn't grow up somewhere unknown first...? It used to be called" God's Choice. "
"God's......, ah! I've heard of it. Um, sure, because the power of 'Penta' is too strong, if you're born in an area where you don't have the knowledge of the divine chant 'Oracle', you destroy yourself when you're a child who doesn't know how to use your power... it sounds like a story"
Many areas, such as peripheral villages and settlements, are not academically pervasive. Instead of early childhood, he said, even at that age, he rarely gets a chance to learn about the divine chanting technique Oracle.
If a 'penta' were born into such an environment, it would eventually become self-destructive, unable to acquire the minimum necessary knowledge and to manipulate the extra powerful technique.
For example, a tool to protect your clothes and other things from your own technique - because you don't know how to make the talisman Rune, you die accidentally from your own technique, etc. If a given attribute is a flame, it can also be burned to death by jumping on its own clothes.
"Oh, you're right. Don't study, I'm impressed."
The three finally went down the long stairs. Up to this point Gilbert does not pinch a word in the conversation and follows it in the absence of signs like the king's shadow.
"So, the guy I'm about to meet... survived that 'God's Choice', he's one of the rare ones."
After such a king's words, Gilbert uttered his voice there for the first time.
"The reason for this, he said, was' I was saved because I wasn't in the habit of wearing clothes at the time '. Totally, just kidding."
With a spit-and-drop mouthfeel, I could easily feel what he thought of the person.
"Was there such a 'penta'...... I've never heard that before."
"Fuck, I can't even do that. Everyone doesn't want to talk about him. The more people who are loyal to their duties, the more serious they are, the more they hate him"
"You should also be careful, Lord Guerrilla. If I'm wrong, I won't give him his name in front of Bellette or Claire."
"Ha, ha"
On the other hand, the fact that it was my first ear also made a point. Neither do the Belgrettes feel comfortable with that 'penta'. King Aldia is now trying to get himself involved with someone like that.
(So this time...... didn't the king tell the Bells why he called me)
Walk through the cold stone aisles and bare in front of numerous barns. There were many vacancies, but the figure of the person dressed as a prisoner was also visible.
Though there were few who glanced over the iron lattice, as soon as they saw King Aldia's immense body, which is going prestigiously, they have been cut off momentum without exception, lagging behind or off his face. They don't have brave men who can make you curse.
(Ha... King Aldia equals the strongest man in this country since the perception has penetrated...)
When you're laughing bitterly in your heart like that,
"His name is Bratty."
King Aldia abruptly told him so.
"He's a former bandit. Sure, because Bell was just born at the time... fifteen or six years ago? I went straight out and captured him, but he broke a bone inside."
"The king... directly, do you? Was" Penta "bandit?"
"Uhm."
The name Bratty is not a real name either, he said, but a name given to nature in the process of living. No matter, I don't have a last name. The attribute to deal with is ice.
He is imprisoned in the deepest, heavily sealed stone chamber of this underground prison.
Shortly after he was born in a slum, he was taken to buy people and grew up in a harsh environment. It grows without being killed by its own power and eventually becomes a great bandit roughing up Raindeer territory.
I sang my freedom at will until the king captured me.
He's a muscled villain, and he's so guilty that he would have been executed without question, but when it comes to the 'penta' thing, religion is involved.
Jed Metiu Divine Church, the largest religious organization in the world, with branches dotted all over the place and supposedly more than 400,000 followers. There is a fanatic group in it that becomes' Il Ish ', which is particularly alienated and abhorrent. Because they overadmire and serve' Penta ', this party is troublesome when it comes to cutting it off.
Sometimes such special circumstances have been involved, and Bratty is still imprisoned in the basement of the castle.
And so it should be King Aldia who just doesn't feed sinners for free.
The country wants to end Brattie. Organizations and their associates who sanctify 'Penta' oppose executions.
"- And as such a compromise between the two sides, Bratty became not only a pawn to be imprisoned, but also a pawn to be driven into folds such as a grudge crusade"
King Aldia continues on to Gilbert's words with a slight sigh.
"Among our twelve ostensibly" penta, "there's a man named Wormham. I'm usually far away, so I guess Lugo hasn't met him yet. This is a slightly unusual technique."
After crushing the possibility of treason and escape with a special technique known as "restraint" handled by its wormham, it causes Bratty, placed under strict surveillance, to fight his enemies.
"I can't admit treating him that way," he reluctantly said at the outset of the proposal, "Il Ish," but "you don't think the noble Master 'Penta' will defeat?" He was told by the king. They are the ones who take 'Penta' as the supreme, so of course they cannot admit that possibility (although Bratty was caught losing to the king in the first place).
'Il Ish' isn't just a bunch of fanatics either. If the ability of 'Penta' helps a lot of people, I don't deny it about it.
As such, Bratty became the secret weapon that Raindeer possessed.
As a country, if this man dies in battle, that's fine again, but so far, he's won all battles.
Its strength is phenomenal. He even has a number of achievements in crusading Category S resentment demons.
Bretty herself seems to enjoy the situation, and she doesn't even show a bare gesture of escape.
"... it's a frustrating thing... but you have to admit that power is real"
"Ha. There was something terrible..."
It is Gilbert who snorts a lot against such a whine of exodus protection.
"I use people I can use. I am fully aware that that is His Majesty's policy. Because this is who I am and who I found in His Majesty in that way. But he's still the only one..."
"And, well, this is basically what his reputation looks like"
The king laughed, pounding the assassin's shoulder with a pound, in a utterly usual mouthful.
This is it. The king spoke as rarely as he cared about his eyes on the upper floor because everyone would react like this when he met Bratty.
Step-by-step, the three go down the corridor of the spider nested structure. To its very existence, that it is imprisoned at the deepest end of this vast prison.
... and the drift shield shivers the body with burrs.
(Sabu. Don't get a little cold......)
The season is winter. In the meantime, it felt a little colder as it was heading deep into the broad basement.
Eventually in that, we see two young soldiers nestled in front of a narrow passage.
"To, Your Majesty"
Their condition as they rushed over in recognition of the Lord also felt like children clinging to the Father.
"Whoa, that's exactly what we're talking about. I'm gonna have to see Bratty's asshole."
"Yes, sir"
"Don't look so anxious. I haven't seen him in about two years."
Pong, puts his hand on the soldier's head and begins to move on without waiting for a reply. The two soldiers followed the street guards with an attitude.
Unlike previous spacious spaces, narrow and long passages. Almost in a vertical row, the five stray protectors advance ahead of the king.
And every time I head back, my skin chills increase at an accelerated rate.
(Sa, chilly...... I guess it's not your fault... This is, no way -)
And a large, cancerous space spread out in front of the drifting shield.
A quadrangly cut stone room. A rigorous mesh iron fence that runs by cracking its center sideways. There's a whole cell on the back that separates it. Its breadth would be a breached breadth as a place to lock up prisoners. Ten meters square is preferred, the bigger it is than the private room of the shield.
And...
(Frozen, ru...?
Stone walls, floors, steel nets that looked sturdy - there, white hardened ice pieces snapped.
It's like a freezer.
Such a frozen cell has a gold dalai for excretion placed in one corner and one large bed. Right beside, dozens of books and bundles of paper are piled flat.
And - there's one man with a long body, lying on a sleeping table with no cloth or anything on it.
"... huh? If you think of someone... this is..."
It was a voice that seeped low tannins.
I notice the five drift guardians who have come and get up slowly. Jarrah, and the sound of dragging metal.
In this unusual cold the man was half naked. The only thing that wraps around you is the underwear of the prisoner's clothing that was thinly dirty and filled with holes. Due to a long underground life or the skin is surprisingly white. The arms are connected by a single thick chain, and the feet are bracketed with a chain extending from the shackles and an iron sphere about twenty centimetres in diameter.
I don't see thick muscles like King Aldia, but I don't have the luxurious impression either. The stubborn skeleton was equipped with the necessary meat without waste.
There are no distinguishing features to the long nose. At first glance, magnificent years that seem to be everywhere. The entire face is engraved with wrinkles appropriate to the age. The greasy hair is faded and can be stretched all the way to the chest, and the beard of the same color is also clutterfully covering the jaw. unrelated to care. It would be a testament to being imprisoned here for so long.
"Wow, Bratty. You look good."
Separate only one iron fence and the king speaks to such a man.
"It's rare to come straight away. That's the same thing, Aldia."
The prisoner, sitting in bed, returned it without incident.
……
You've never seen him like this before, and I was slightly surprised by the drift protection.
No matter how sinful you are, it is not the first thing you see, such as a human being who can casually call and abandon this king in this country.
"Brattie, you! How disrespectful to the King..."
He controls one of the enraged soldiers with his thick arms, and King Aldia continues with his usual mouth.
"Today, I need to talk to you."
"I don't mind that, but I got a catapult of my men. I was wondering if you could accommodate me. Fifty new books. Genesis related, please. And I wonder if you could replace this shackle with something heavier. It's time for me to feel lighter. I don't have enough to train."
With that said, if Bratty raised one leg, an iron ball about twenty centimeters in diameter made a ragged noise and hung easily.
Ugh, and to see how frightened soldiers are, I guess they weigh enough to limit the movement of prisoners if they are meant to be.
So,
"Don't get too worked up, burglar. I'll replace it with a ball of black jailstone that's about your back length."
It was Gilbert who sharpened his eyes and said out loud.
"If you think of someone, a colored man who eats with you. It's been a long time. Whatever it is, it's fine. I'll crush it right here and use it."
Bratty, with a cheek cane on his own knee, laughed, Gilbert laughing at his eyes peeking out of the mask, discarding "The Hand Monkey" in Doss's stiff voice. Obviously not a staunch eye.
(Wow... Mr. Gilbert did that too...)
Among the crooked "Silver Legion Troops" Silvalios, I thought they were quite conscientious... etc. And when the drift protection is shocked at its own discretion,
"... huh? You have your first face. Again, it's" lady "for a long time. Why are you taking me to a place like this again?
Such a voice of a prisoner echoes empty into a square space.
... Naturally, there is no one of the genders who should be called 'ladies' on this occasion right now.
Beyond the iron lattice. The narrowed Bratty's eyes look to drift protection. Niyaniya and with even signs of inferiority somewhere.
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On the shoulders of the silent guerrillas, King Aldia puts a big palm on a pong.
"Kuck. That's your first meeting, Bratty. This guy is Lugo Aliumi, he's on edge and he's gonna have us play guerrillas."
Mouthfeel like boasting of the collection of secret collections. That's how he was introduced, and for the first time, the prisoner moved his eyebrows as surprised.
"Whoa, I hear rumors. He's been flashy for a long time, and they say it's Geisserius's comeback or something. No way, I'm not with such a little girl. She says she's good at physical surgery? Even though I can't use the Divine Chant" Oracle "on Loc, I serve you so hard with such short hands and feet... No, it's great ~"
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Apart from Arishi Current Protection, he is not a well-behaved boy. One way or the other, he is also shorter.
"King. Are you really gonna use this big criminal? Something."
The King's proud guerrillas breathe out of his nose.
"If I poke a little, I'm gonna pop and break and die"
Ugh... and the soldiers took a step back, and the king shook his shoulders and laughed.
The guerrillas and prisoners who exchange sights, one steel lattice separating the two sides.
On the other side of it - the captive man put his index finger on his temple and started talking to read the text.
"Lugo Aliumi. Ages fifteen, six. Born in a country with a different culture than Raindeer. I grew up in a privileged environment that was not comparable to the civilians around here. At least, I've never had trouble with today's food yesterday. I have no experience of harsh labor until I was promoted to the ranks of soldiers. Parents are at liberty and have no brothers. He is adequately educated in the school building and is also equipped with a high education. The reading and writing of the letters doesn't seem to be a problem either. He is confident in his area of expertise, spinning his head quite quickly and spinning well, but his temper is short. Mentally still immature, emotions precede reason. Right-arm. I'm going to buy it, knowing I'm Penta..."
"Ha... ah?
All of a sudden, the drifting shield is just staring back at the target.
(... Koitz,)
Something other than the cold shivers the boy's spine.
Bratty's cloudy blue eyes were like a machine scrutinizing the subject without emotion.
"You don't have to hit it, it's not far, is it? Hair glossy skin firmness, posture, choice of words in a little exchange, character glimpses from there...... I can read it. At least I know you're the kid who grew up without a lot of trouble."
A father-son family that was neither wealthy nor poor. If you think by harsh otherworldly standards, it would be an environment that was too blessed to be adequate. As the most Japanese boy, there is no reason to blame this sinner for half his life.
"Then what is it?"
"Meat"
instant answer. The temperature in the room was obviously one step lower.
"Fine meat, you are."
With a thin grin, Bratty looks down at her skinny body.
"I'm right, I wasn't born and raised at the bottom. I don't know my parents' faces, I don't know their real names. I've learned to read and write words in my spare time since I was butched in here. Occasionally, even outside, they are sent to kill each other with gooseberry surveillance. Life like shit, don't you think? If you say so, scum meat."
So, hey. The anomalous presence across the cage caught my eye.
"Seeing superior meat makes me want to rose. Just imagine a frosty lean being rose by scumbags like me, and I can't stop feeling it - I feel like it"
Blue eyes of a murderer who looks shitty and shiny, even though it's over the grim mesh. White exhalation leaking like a beast from the mouth.
As the accompanying soldiers groaned and lagged behind, the exodus said flatly and provocatively.
"From your perspective, I'll teach you with high upbringing and skill. It's called a complex. Whatever you're born into, you deserve to be caught and used."
"Chip, I thought you'd be a little scared. It's a big liver, Boya.... Ooh, I'm starving when I talk about meat. Aldia, I guess you brought about one of the plugs?
Bratty, who had once praised his shoulder, turned his spear to the king.
"Oh. Gilbert's got it for you. Thanks."
the assassin beside him sneaked it out to his nostalgia. If you take it out softly,
"Huh? Oh, my God, it's supposed to be dried meat."
"I'm going to give you a special meal, other than a meal for a fixed time. Thank you. Why don't you take it? If you don't want it, I don't mind."
Gilbert, who's trying to treat you lightly,
"Uh, I'm here, I need it. It's hard."
Bratty took control with a deliberately panicky bare gesture.
Hmm, and Gilbert, who snorted, approached the door of the cabin. A sturdy iron door that separates sinners from ordinary people, unlikely to break even with the force of drift protection. At the top of it was like a window with a lid that crept out into a rectangle.
(That's it, like a big mailbox)
That would be the closest thing in the sense of drift protection, and the same use. A mechanism that allows you to receive meals and other things without having to open a cell - without having to come into contact with a prisoner. I can assume that books piled up by the bed were also put in from here.
Now exactly the moment Gilbert tried to put food in from there,
"Wait a minute"
Bratty while sitting in bed sounds the sound of restraint. Naturally, everyone on the spot paid simultaneous attention.
"No, this guy has a little idea. I don't care. It's an entertainment proposition."
deliberately with his index finger on his temple. Like trying, I said.
"Bowya, the guerrilla, will you go inside and hand me the food directly?