A tall scream echoed in the dim stone room.
"Ahhh!
Whenever a whip branched like a wheat or rice ear cleaved the air, Rene's body ached to the point where it was about to burst.
Usually, the building is used as a prison. It was a place where arrested criminals were kept until trial, and a place of life for prison inmates. But now by the knights of the King's Brotherhood, he had been requisitioned a corner for Rene.
There was no original equipment for torture, but it carried disastrous equipment into a spacious room to accommodate about six people, making it an impromptu torture room.
Rene was shackled and further restrained his hand in chains from the ceiling.
This is exquisitely height-adjusted, causing the hanged to suffer at their own weight, while forcing them to stand on their toes to drain their strength. In addition, if you are unable to do so, you become defenseless and suffer more from the attack.
There were always several torture officers when Rene came to this room. None of the torture officers in charge of torture and he wore armor with a chest badge. As if to bear witness to that armor, as a knight. As if to say that wearing a René is a noble service as a knight.
When they saw Rene, they looked either angrily burned with anger or abusively ridiculed.
To avoid accidental killing, a blame was chosen for the small amount of damage and the great pain, always accompanied by a magician who could use healing magic.
Not to kill is only to execute René publicly nearby. The torturer touched the fold and told René. It was to hunt them down psychologically.
A whip is struck as he continues to stand on the galloping empty torso, and Rene screams again.
I felt my throat burning because I screamed too much.
"Oh, come on, uh-oh!!
"Don't think you can cry and be forgiven!!
Hysterical torso sound hits Rene's tympanic membrane.
I already know you won't stop crying. I know, but it still hurts and scares me, and the tears have overflowed on their own.
"I sold my country to the Federation, daughter of a corrupt king!
Why did you live on the border with the Federation? What contact did you have with the Federation!? You should know! Say it!! "
Inquiries repeated over and over.
I lived on the border with the Federation because the culture of the Federation is so colorful that I have a faint bias towards the 'silver-haired silver-eyed abominator' and how little is said about Rene's body. Besides, relations with the Federation (even if that would be up and down) were much better, and the risk of sudden burning of border lines was very small compared to other border zones.
My mother had spoken several times, and René was young enough to understand the situation around her.
Besides, even if they say she's the king's daughter, René never knew that she was the king's daughter herself.
The King's policy against the Federation was not involved in every negotiation behind it. Rene couldn't have known because there was nothing there.
But that did not seem to be the answer sought by the torture officers, who, over and over again, yelled 'Tell the truth' and were further flogged as punishment for lying.
Rene could only cry anymore.
"I don't know... Hiku, I don't know!
"Lie!!
"Ugh......!
A whip struck Rene's back.
I told him I didn't know and he would treat me like a liar.
René wanted me to tell him if he had the answers he wanted. Because I say it as it is.
But maybe there's no answer from the beginning. Suppose the aim is to take the form of torture and suffer with a claim.
Leave your body in the hanging arm and René will sag securely.
My shoulders clasped because of my impossible posture, but there was nothing I could do.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Chi... your screaming is getting smaller. Change your hands."
"Ha."
The torturer, who was ordered out, comes right back from the next room with something.
That was a hot fire scratch stick.
"Sora."
A fire scratch rod is pressed against it.
Rene glanced at her body in pain as if a thousand bees had stabbed her skin at the same time.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!
A squeezing cry blew out Rene's throat.
"Damn, the screaming of a kid has no color."
Seeing how it goes, the torture officer gives his own thoughts.
"Oh, oh... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."
Hearing Rene's words repeated as if they were already wobbly, the torturer grabbed her silver hair and caused Rene's face.
"Hot? Hot? You're hot, okay! Let's get you cold!
Behind the madly blinding torture officer, another stood.
Grab an iron pan with boiling water.
"Hih..."
"... it'll be colder than burnt iron."
The contents of the pan.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Shouting and jumping, Iris (Rene) realizes that he is not in a stone torture chamber, but on a fuzzy bed.
From the gap between the delicately embroidered curtains, I could see the sky at dawn, which began to turn blue and purple.
His breath ran out as if he had climbed through one mountain with all his strength, his heart pulsed all cracked, and his body was wet with sweat as it had undergone dusty rain.
"... dreams..."
Iris (Rene) shrugged to make sure it was a dream.
Rene, who is undead, needs neither sleep nor rest. But the flesh of England as a makeshift accommodation is different. I needed sleep if I was tired. And I dreamed of hell.
I call it a nightmare. A vivid living hell of a memory.
The knights of the King's Brotherhood who captured René tortured René for the sole purpose of inflicting pain.
That's because it was their justice to suffer René now that they think about it. That was an attack on the reign of the former king, which they regarded as absolute evil.
Most importantly, they were in the midst of fanaticism, had company, and Rene was helpless, so the attack became harsh. Being so cruel as to think you're an advantage is surely the habit of someone who hasn't changed since the age of monkeys.
Iris (Rene) still looks around in the dark room. A fireplace that kept burning all night was blurring through the room.
In a bed with a lid, fuzzy carpet. Even the walls are beautifully decorated and all the furniture draws elegant curves that seem to shine. in a room where a lot of money is going to fly just by throwing one mud dough. It is the castle room of Count Keeley, which is also exclusive to the members of the party.
Count Warrant Lady Catherine and Illis (Rene) were supposed to sleep on behalf of the two rooms. It's to confuse Catherine if the assassins and others target her.
This is a warm bunk. Tentative initial position as an adventurer at work.
You can rest assured. This is not a cold stone prison, and there is no such thing as miserable torture equipment, and there is no naive, cruel torture officer.
- Ha... isn't that stupid? Don't worry, I'm the strongest undead you've ever seen.
Iris (Rene) leaked a trembling bitterness.
Rene now would make him regret being born, even if someone captured him. Unless a non-standard enemy like Lawrence comes out.
I also feel that the revival of memories from my previous life has made me spiritually stronger for just a portion of my life experience.
But Rene in her dreams was only a helpless girl.
"I'm... strong. Next, kill."
Iris (Rene) said as he told himself.
It was as if I was barking in my memory, 'Don't forget the grievances'.
Don't forget that humiliation, the pain, the fear.
Remember my mother, who was gentle and beautiful, a peaceful life, a grievance deprived of everything.
Nothing but vengeance will heal this soul...!
Rene doesn't think of herself as just, etc.
From now on Rene will take more than he's taken away from him and hurt more than he's hurt. The object of vengeance is to sneak and kill both his parents and innocent children to the last generation. Kill irrationally. Kill miserably. If anyone tries to avenge Rene's grudge and vengeance, trample and mock this. Those who have no blame shall also be fed if necessary.
Such an act cannot be just. But I no longer care about reason, good, evil, etc. Rene won't stop until the blackening flame of resentment burns everything down in her chest.
"Kill... kill... kill!
And Iris (Rene), who slapped his fist on the bed, notices a strangely damp feeling. I hung it on the sheet from my lower body and it was soaking wet at a level that I couldn't explain with sweat.
Exploring the memory of Illis is not such an embarrassing habit. If so, this must be because of Rene's memories he brought. That nightmare is too much for people.
"also -... sucks..."
From between the broken breaths, Iris (Rene) took a heavy sigh like lead.