Kuro no Maou

Secondly, when I woke up, it was dark in the room.

What, it's still the middle of the night?

It's not like I had a nightmare.

Well, if you say it's still night, let's go back to sleep, school tomorrow.

And at that point in my mind, I felt uncomfortable with myself.

Somehow, my body hurts.

No, my bed is stiff, and I'm in pain everywhere.

There's no way I can sleep in a place like this, what the hell am I supposed to say, I fell out of bed with a shitty sleeping minister, I've never been born with that experience...

The rabbit also wanted to go back to the corner, to the bed, and woke up - it didn't move.

If you notice, my body is so completely paralyzed that my fingertips don't even move pickly.

Is this what they call a gold bondage?

It's my first experience, but at least I wanted it to happen while I slept in bed.

Your body doesn't move, but it only conveys the feeling of a hard floor.

When he was giving me the slightest indication of what was going on, my eyes became accustomed to this darkness, and my surroundings revealed a little bit.

... Where are you, here?

So I realized for the first time, that I wasn't sleeping in my room.

Still in a golden state, his neck doesn't move either, but only his eyes move, so he looks around within that range.

There was nothing there. It was an inorganic room.

Maybe what I'm sleeping in is like a table in the center of the room, and besides this, there wasn't anything else in this room about six tatami sizes.

And I can't see the door as far as I can see.

Maybe I'm stuck in this space with no gaps whatsoever, what a horrible imagination goes through my brain.

Oh, my God, seriously, where the hell am I in this situation?

It's a bad dream, even if you think about it, your consciousness is already clear, you still don't move, but you also have a sense of your body, and I don't doubt this is a real event.

Oh, yeah, I remember a little bit - I wasn't sleeping in my room, I was in school, yeah, I was in my room after school.

I belong to the Literature and Arts Department, which doesn't look good on this big body and my ugly face.

In the literary and artistic department with not so many members, I was hoping to write even a light novel with all the medium and two-element openings that I still love today, and no, it wasn't, I should have had an awkward atmosphere alone with Shirazaki at that time.

In the meantime, all of a sudden I had a headache... and I passed out just like that, I think.

Somehow, I suppress my head to a sudden headache and my memory comes back to you when I accidentally fell off my chair.

I suffered from such an overreaction. I don't need to worry about Shirazaki in front of me. Did you contact the house or something?

More than that, if I fainted in my room, is this a hospital?

No, even a field hospital wouldn't do that to put a sick person on such a hard pedestal.

Then they think he's dead, and they send him to the morgue?

Even a corpse lets you sleep on the mat, you know, or the idea leaped too far, that's not true.

No, but there's no way, what's really going on with me right now, and what the hell is going on with you letting me sleep in here?

Maybe someone kidnapped you or something?

Of course, my family is a general family everywhere, my father is a civil servant, and my mother is a professional housewife, actually a treasurer, a prince of a country, no such secrets of birth whatsoever, all that is extraordinary is the appearance of my parents.

But with some kind of mistake - oh, my God, unanswered thinking suddenly stops.

Whoa, glare!!

Suddenly the room filled with light.

My eyes temporarily stop that function for a sudden change in light and darkness.

But in a few dozen seconds, you'll get used to the brightness, but that wasn't the only change that happened to this room.

I feel signs of people.

The signs are not only vague, but the footsteps that the soles of the stiff floors beat and echo reach the ears.

The fact that someone was here indicated that I wasn't confined to a completely enclosed space.

But such relief also blows away in an instant.

The person who jumped into my sight, because the outfit was so flighty.

It wraps around something like a white cape, and its head is covered with a hood.

If that's all, it was still better.

I'm wearing a white mask, just looking at this, my vigilance jumps to MAX as soon as possible.

It's not a gas mask, it's a simple yet perversely designed mask that covers the entire face like the Phantom of the Opera wears.

Oh, my God, Koitzla, they're absolutely fucked.

Three people move into sight, all white masks on the same white cloak.

Do you even do weird religion, Koitsura?

However, in my body, which is still in gold bondage, I don't move a finger, and I don't groan at all, except to move my eyeballs busily.

I felt the cold sweat convey my cheeks.

I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I must be in a deadly situation.

"Product"

Unexpectedly, one of the masks whined about something.

"Invalid"

Another mask responds to that.

Even in the abyss of despair, I was plunged into further despair.

Because I have no idea what these masks are saying.

At least it's not a familiar foreign language, such as English or Chinese.

Most likely, I've only ever had an average rating for my English score, but I just couldn't listen to my blunt English.

At least, they're not the ones who speak Japanese.

I'm so confused that I'm already panicking, I don't mind, and the masks keep talking.

I also inadvertently stopped that conversation, and I saw the mask take the white ring out of somewhere.

Sounds like a rounded fluorescent lamp, but I don't think so.

But it's also true that I don't know what that extraordinarily conspicuously undecorated ring is.

A tool I had never seen, and so what am I going to do, suddenly a thin needle popped out of the inside of that ring.

I did see that number seven, Kashun, make a noise and come out in an instant.

It's dangerous, I think, but at the same time I only had a bad feeling.

Just like when you leave, store the needle in an instant and go back to just the ring again.

And the mask with the ring, it goes straight to my head.

Oh, hey, wait, wait, put a needle like that on a person's head that's in danger of popping out, stop, stop!!!

I couldn't react to anything but move my eyes busily and eject sweat from all over my body without moving my body and voices.

The mask, for nothing, fits the ring into my head with a familiar hand.

Stop, stop. Seriously.

If that needle pops out now, what about my head?

If it was that length, I'd definitely reach the brain, that and seven.

Die, definitely die.

The fear of suddenly descending death, but I could not resist it in any way, and I was not allowed to cry and tremble unnecessarily.

In a matter of seconds, the ring was installed on my head.

Don't. Don't. Don't.

No words, mercilessly I heard the sound of Kashun over my head,

And finally, I lost consciousness.