My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

When was the last time I looked up at the sky?

When was the last time I was in the sun?

Still digging a hole for that today.

Digging holes for kids today.

I'm sure I'll build you a house when I get out of here.

Come on, dig, dig, dig, dig.

Before the bastard next door hits one shot,

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig.

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig.

The next heavenly road to see must be golden.

In the prison of this land there was still a song of ingenuity when the Kingdom of Barbarant had not become a country.

With men, women, felonies and misdemeanors.

Almost dead golden pit roads were roughly divided into four categories, with many criminals working to atone for their sins.

The bottom of the earth, where neither the sky nor the sun can be seen, is so wide that no one knows the full extent.

There used to be a road connected to the outside, but now it's sealed off and we don't know where it is, and the only living entrance and exit is at one location on the grounds of Castle Barbarant.

Well, humans can't live without the air moving, so maybe there's somewhere to go outside.

One of them.

Hydra was in the compartment where only female prisoners of petty crime were collected.

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Born in the wonder of the ingenuity that kept digging, he continued to swing down with his nose singing songs of old ingenuity, strong as a kid, and lifted up.

The face is dirty with sand and dust, trimmed and peppered, the stained, sweaty stench that follows from those who wore it before does not disappear, and a boneless "nutrient-sealed" collar hangs on the thin neck -

But still, former beauty is alive and well.

My face is not dead.

I don't show tiredness, I don't show negative emotions.

It doesn't rot in a shitty physical labor or shitty environment, nor does it retreat again.

Hydra lived well, even in such an endless (...) place.

The living was dazzling and beautiful.

Such still new similarly, she was already glanced at by the prisoners around her, and...

"Eight hundred and eight! Come on!"

Even those who do not like it are liked.

Eight hundred and eight things. Hydra lowers her heavy sword and looks back at the big woman standing behind her.

"Again? You're gonna lose your money today, aren't you?

"Ugh! Today is the day I'm gonna crush that piece of shit!

"Hmm? Well, okay?

Throw away the stroke you had, and Hydra walks out.

In the prison of this earth, manual labor is basically imposed.

We're all tired all the time, and we don't have much entertainment.

But it's not like there's nothing.

The space for rest, which was just large, also had a space in this place where it was said to be a "sacred place".

The appearance is a small, circular mountain, merely soiled.

But if two human beings stand here, it will be a sacred place where only athletes can stand anymore, of fine entertainment.

- This is what we call a ring.

It seems to be a culture originally born in the male felon compartment, but now it's in every compartment, he said.

Is it a measure of the soldiers, or the demands of the bosses in prison?

He also has the opportunity to interact with players from other compartments several times a year.

You think the winner will behave like some kind of meat steak that is thin but genuine?

Well, in an environment like this, it's arguably an excellent prize.

"- Please! Eight hundred and eight!

"- My entire fortune. I bet on you!

"- Hey Bull! Here! Bull! Next time I lose, I won't bet on you anymore!

"- Either way, kill him! Kill him!"

"- Bleed!!

"- Give your neck!

And now the female prisoner with the name of Hydra, eight hundred and eighty-eight, and the alias Bull, six hundred and seven, stands in the ring.

Physical differences are historical.

As for Hydra, who is slightly taller but soothing as a woman, the bull is bigger than the big guy there.

I often brag that I used to be a subordinate nobleman's maid, but there is no shadow of it in the bull today.

You think he crashed a pit for driving around a guy he liked and accidentally nearly killed him, and he's been out and in repeatedly ever since?

The prison term for a misdemeanor is between six and three years.

In Hydra's case, it's a one-year sentence.

"Well, it's a good sign to start -"

Goh!

Without waiting for that signal to begin, Bull suddenly waved a big fist down Hydra's face.

Yes, it was a heavy blow like crushing a rock, from the physique difference that the expression shaking it down deserved.

And the second fist, which merely contemplates smashing the opponent, is softly (...) recirculated with Hydra's left hand.

"- You're so fast. You don't have to be in such a hurry. I'll put you to bed."

There is no damage to Hydra, which I avoided aggressively.

And still today, gently, but with a smile for victory, boggle the opponent.

Not to kill, just to look like a battle between amateurs.

It is difficult to apply or subtract that force.

For Hydra, who has honed her assassination skills since childhood, she doesn't become an opponent such as someone with just good health.

- Well, I admit the wickedness of toughness and giving up.

"Damn, damn... damn!

He collapsed with a low kick and put as many elbows in his lowered face as he wanted. Five shots.

So I finally came to my feet, and the bull fell.... Still conscious and seems to have no abnormalities in the jaw bones. It is utterly admirable toughness.

Ever since I came underground, this woman has been frequently entangled and stood in the ring.

"- Hey."

Hydra crouches down beside a bull falling in the middle of the ring with a noise about losing winning a bet around her.

"I've had a good experience. Thanks."

I've experienced beatings in training many times, but bee beatings were the first since I got here.

There were those who could not be defeated, even if they did as they were taught.

That's her.

I don't think that kind of real-life experience was something I could quite go through if it wasn't for something like this.

A bull staring at Hydra looks like he's been drained of poison all the time.

"... you're breaking out of jail?

Hydra doesn't break her usual serene face.

- Pretty dodgy on the inside though.

Just a bull with short hair and snake tattoos on a round-boy level, only looks like a guy in a puff......

At this time, the woman's investigation may have worked.

"Stop. I've seen a lot of them, but not one guy who's succeeded. If I fail, I get hit in the back (...). Your sentence is a year. Be patient."

Oh.

It's about the felon compartment.

It's a gold ore I dig here every day, and I can get a little money accommodated.

And it is possible to ask for daily necessities, preferences and, at the end of the day, water rights and commutation of sentences in that currency.

To have it, it can be said that the petty offender compartment is easy to spend for it, and there is hope.

Because if you hang in there, you get what you want a little bit, and your prison term is shorter.

But the felon compartment says there is no such system.

The only thing they have to do is dig, dig and keep digging.

The blues with pale words, I guess, speak for themselves.

Honestly, it was an unexpected reaction.

Since Hydra came, she has always won in the ring. I fought Bull many times, there was a draw, but I never lost.

Though I just thought I hated myself for trampling on my trust, my track record in this earth's prison, and my authority over my surroundings.

I didn't think I could hear you worrying.

"You don't do that. See you tomorrow."

Hydra laughed that way, slapping her pompous and her successful arm.

- Goodbye, in remembrance.

He was like a half hostile opponent - but I think the time I spent here with her was the longest and thickest.

"Water rights, please."

With his daily ingenious work and his money in betting matches, Hydra offered the soldier on guard the right to go to water… to wash his body.

"Well, do you want to go to water? - What do you say? If you spend the night with me, you'll have fine liquor and food, okay?

Borough's clothes, which are slippery, now stick with sweat, and they are solidified along with the smell of sweat that sets in Hydra's good style.

To a young soldier who carelessly looks at Girosilo and his chest, but Hydra puts her chest up with grandeur, rather than "look".

"Oh, that's fascinating. But I'd like to wash my body first. It stinks."

"... well, yeah"

Thus Hydra is temporarily (...) taken up.

- We don't have time for this.

- No problem.

Young soldier walking in front...... Hydra answers briefly to her (...) words that look just like those of a cook she knows.

"My gaze was nastier than that, though?

To the words, she (...) answered in a wild voice, like him.

"The seniors are nasty. I've referenced it."

"Yes."

That's all the conversations we had.

After going to the water, I returned to Hell in the earth.

The place to sleep must have been a small cell built in a hurry. It is just a hole that seems to be divided up and down and has only room for sleep.

You think it was removed because there seemed to be a proper iron lattice and key before, but it would not be necessary at the bottom of this land? This place is also loose.

It's night already, but there's still time until midnight.

Hydra lays down in her space and circles her thoughts.

"Materially sealed collar" has already been removed.

No, it's ready to take off. At will.

I heard the misdemeanor compartment was all kinds of loose, but I didn't expect to even get the wire. I unlocked it as soon as I got here and wore it again myself.

Going to the water and asking Marion to get it is my favorite unlocking device - the key pick, which is one of the so-called Bandit Seven Tools.

A small lock about the collar would suffice with wire, but when it comes to the door, you need a lot of stuff.

In a very short time of running water, the collar was removed, the key pick was "compressed" with "crushing bulge (reverse)" to hide inside the collar, and the collar was also fitted.

I was just practicing unlocking my collar like every night, I'm used enough to taking it off in a few more seconds.

I went to the water a few times before and generally remembered the directions up there and the placement of soldiers I wanted to.

Now it seems loose outside the castle because of the strict restraint placed on those in the castle. It would be easy if we just broke out of jail.

(- Well. The Eolazels will be ready to attack as planned, though)

I can read your movements.

The problem is.

(- I wonder how Schren moves. If you also have Ayle, you really don't know what you're going to do)

Hydra's cheeks loosen.

(- It's going to be a fun night)

The night goes on.

As the shadows lurking everywhere assimilate with the darkness.