Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

"Get out. Prisoner number 4545. Move."

I was dressed in Dassai stripes and walked down the camp hallway in shackles.

The two guards next to each other are both long and shoulder-width apart, and wearing a tie in a blue jacket looks like a gorilla with a police officer cosplay.

It had already been a whole day since I was hit here.

By pretending to be a metal smuggler who came to the mine to secretly dig metal, I penetrated something unrelated to the chariot who was camping there.

It is a setting that the battle between guards and chariots began during metal mining and got caught up in it.

All the cleric soldiers who saw the scene were no longer able to speak, so although suspicion remained, it meant that me and Chariot had nothing to do with it.

The first day, with the poor people caught the same day as me, I was tested for illness, sprayed with disinfectant fluid from my head, and the guards bobbed me down for baptism. Anyway, I had miserable eyes.

He was left almost stunned for a whole day and is now being forced to change into prisoner clothes and moved to the cell area.

When I stepped into the solitary confinement area, the view turned.

Until then, all the walls and floors were made of stone and brick, and all of a sudden everything was covered in bright white marble.

Besides, it's even laid carpet, and it's beautiful enough to mistake it for coming to the mansion as if it were a mansion, not a prison.

Looking to the left and right, however, there is a row of cells surrounded by iron lattices, with absolutely no view of the producer's intentions.

"Why are you so beautiful here?

"This is a luxury cell."

"Luxury...... cell?

"Good thing you don't have a weird disease. If I had it, it would have been disposed of or forced labor sent. You're lucky."

Kutsuki and laughing guard.

What the hell does a luxury cell mean? Could it be I got caught and it's a VIP treatment?

I don't think so, the guard stopped in front of the barn where the two humans had already entered.

The prison has all the furniture you might need to live like a stylish studio, and without an iron plaid, you're going to forget where the hell this place is.

Inside, an intelligent young man with glasses was sitting on a fuzzy couch reading a book.

Another young man with scratches on his wild cheeks is sleeping in boredom on the bed.

What, that's not what I thought of a prisoner.

Unlike me, the two dresses look slack on naked white shirts and like they're about to even come out on maiden gay.

"Dear Oscar, with the life of Mr. Halami, I will enslave you exclusively."

The young man with the called glasses closed the book he was reading Pathan and turned to me.

"Not necessary"

"If it's not going to be a favorite, I'll have another human being."

"You don't need slaves per se"

When the eyeglass youth said no lightly, the wild-flavored youth shook their heads louder.

"Wait, wait, Oscar, I was just getting bored. Let me talk to him for a second."

…………

"... leave me alone"

"Ha."

The guard didn't seem to have listened to the young man full of wild taste, but as soon as he followed the instructions of the young man with glasses and threw me into the barn, he left.

What's going on, this?

There were so many question marks in my head that I decided to ask for information and talk to them.

"That was a disaster, brother. I'm Grantham. These ungrateful glasses over here are Oscars."

Unlike Oscar, Grantham seems to be highly capable of communicating, and when he introduced himself to me as a stranger, he offered me that hand.

I shook my hard hand back and shook my hand.

"Um, can I ask you a question?

"Well, I know what you want to hear."

"It's not what I think prison is, what's this all about?

"The daughter of Count Debble, who sold this place, is making a scene about Oscar."

Grantham explained, Oscar frowned uncomfortably but never denied it.

"Are you a lover?

When I hear that, his glasses go white and shady.

"Bug spit runs. I want you to stop joking."

"Are you nobles?

"No. I was a former Wall Knights captain. You don't know us, do you?"

I snort.

Are these the Wall Nights? It did say in Altair's letter to work with Wall Knights.

"Is Mr. Grantham liked, too?

"Granzam is fine. I'm more of a hater. I'm here because of Oscar. It's called an extra."

"Besides?"

"I'll put one of you in the same cell so the Count's daughter doesn't miss Oscar. How dare you?"

"You totally treat me like a pet..."

"As for me, I wanted you to be Cliff more than I..."

"Cliff?"

"Oh, Christ."

Talking to Grantham, a woman with guards appeared in front of the cabin.

The beautiful woman has the first cat in her arms, and when she looks down at this one in front of the iron plaid, she has a woof and a black grin.

I wonder why I generally have a cat like the mafia boss or something.

(This is the Count's daughter, Halami. It's practically like number two here, pretty crazy)

Ask Grantham to whisper and nod so much.

I guess it's pretty good that the introduction suddenly tells me you're out of your mind.

"Oh dear Oscar, you look beautiful today. Harami can feel happy just watching you."

Halami twirls herself with Kunekune over the iron lattice, blushing her cheeks as she spins with the kurli in a playful motion.

Grantham told me you were out of your mind, but it sure doesn't look decent.

The cat that Halami was holding makes a totally unattractive squeal.

(Don't look at those eyes. He looks like a cat and he's a demon with an evil eye named Gazer)

Now Oscar whispered and cautioned me, so I slipped away from the cat slightly.

Oscar doesn't seem to be going to deal with Halami, and he fell asleep in bed and resumed reading the book.

Then she glanced at me.

"You, Oscar, are in a bad mood. You must have done something rude!

"Yes, no, I'm nothing..."

"Nothing!? You are a slave to Oscar! It wouldn't make sense if I kept you around to take care of Master Oscar and didn't do anything! Granzam, you too! More Oscar-like mood!

"You're in a good mood..."

"If you don't know how to do it, do it with Oscar's feet! You're so incompetent! If you both want to be sent to forced labor, that's fine!

Harami, who roughed up his voice hysterically with the key key key, fell down with a batan to see if the blood vessels in his brain had been cut as-is.

"Ha, Master Halami!? Get him to the infirmary!

The guard of the offering hastily took the halibut and left.

"Hey, what the hell. Your head screws are blowing up..."

"He seems to be drunk on me. He's a freak who collapses, excited on his own."

Oscar lifts his glasses as uncomfortable.

"All I can say for sure is that you're out of your mind..."

"But he's got a lot of voice. Anything you don't like will be lightly condemned to death, so if you spare your life, you'll have to take care of it."

"What about that disgusting first cat?

"It's that woman's pet. I've heard rumors that you have demons that prey on humans, but I didn't really think you did."

"Is that human eating?

"Even the lower grades are demons. Drive what you see in those evil eyes into suicide and eat dead meat"

"You're a creature I can't love at all..., I wish that woman could see it wrong"

"He admits to harami as his husband, and those evil eyes won't work on her"

"You demon (demon summoner)... You guys are famous Wall Knights, aren't you? Isn't it as easy as getting out of a barn like this?

When asked so, Oscar and Grantham pointed to a choker strapped to his neck.

"This collar is a magic limiter, and I can't even use primary magic properly unless I remove it"

"I can barely help myself with a collar of reduced abilities."

"What, really? I haven't been followed like that."

"You can't put it on a human without magical aptitude or superior status"

"You can use me fires or something? Match level, though."

Oscar laughed with his nose when he thought we weren't going to talk.

I get up and touch the locked door. It's a stylish silver key, it's a small box size thing, but I don't even freak out if I pull or tap it.

"Stop it. The key is enhanced by magic, and it's not a substitute for smallness or even orga to break"

"Then can't you smash every iron lattice or something?

"All the lattices are made of misrills and even if magic could be used, it's hard to break them. You can't steal the keys out because Halami controls them."

"You're a careful guy for the head putz's sake. Where are the other Wall Knights?

"............ I don't know. They took me to another building."

Grantham also shakes his head.

"I'd like to help all of Wall Knights if I could. You don't know where Armor Knights is produced, do you?

You look at me checking the situation too pale, and you wonder, you two frown.

"What are you thinking?

"Jailbreak, huh?

When I said that, Granzam laughed hahahahahaha and hit his hand.

"That's funny. But if it's that easy to get away with, this isn't called a prison city, is it?

"Best."

"Who are you anyway?

"I am the king who came to free this place."

With that said, Oscar shines his eyes and leans his body over here to the taste of eating.

"What!? What country has come to support me? Mekibos? Nearby, Zeidrum and Dryfer."

"Trident."

"... where is that?

"He's a shitty regional king. To the east. Good hot springs are boiling."

"... Could you actually have a massive chariot?

"Ainya. Stupid and small."

…………

Oscar, whose eyes were shining, had a skeptical gaze at once as he wrinkled between his eyebrows.

"No way. So you got caught without a plan?

"I got caught and came in because I couldn't find a way in here. If you call that helpless, you can't."

"You're a king, aren't you? I can't even tell you what's wrong with the top."

"Oh, my God, I'm here to help because of you"

"I used to come and help in that condition. If only a bigger chariot would come at least......"

"I need your help. I need your help. I need your help."

…………

In my words, Oscar looks like he's scuffed up a bitter bug.

When she saw how it was, Grantham hit her knee and laughed again.

"Kukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Don't prefer people who can help you. I've never seen you lose an argument before."

"I'm not so frivolous as to be a helpless person."

"But you can't do caged birds here forever, can you? His infiltration here means that his chariot is waiting somewhere. Then there's nothing you can do about it."

"... although that's true"

"I also know what Oscar feels suspicious about. So you... er, is that a name?

"Kaji Yongsaki."

"I don't care if I'm a mudship or a kaji king."

"I disagree. Failure to believe in a man without trust is the responsibility of what you believe."

"Kha, I knew Omei would really work on that kind of profit and loss account. What if it works with filling every once in a while?

"Shut up, you brainstorm. I don't even know what an adventurer can do to a hairy king."

"Okay. If you want to say so much, Kaji King. I'll try. Stand up."

I stood up and confronted Grantham.

"I'll test your strength. I'll either beat you to death or stop you from inching now. Whatever you say your powers are restricted with a collar, I can twist and kill a moat like you. Avoid it if you think it'll hit you. Don't avoid it if you think it's inch tight. That's all."

"Hmm, that's good."

"Good reply. All right, let's do it."

Grantham slapped his bread and fist and stood up against me.

But Oscar controls it.

"Stop."

"Why, I think we should give him a chance?

"I will. You're definitely going to stop. [M] Kaji Yongsaki. I will seriously poke you in the neck and kill you. Unlike Grantham, I have no hesitation in killing you."

"Good, call me."

Oscar was sarcastic to me for accepting too openly that I didn't even know the difference in strength.

He stands with his right fingertip extended with a hand knife. It's just a palm, but it's killer. That looks like a very hard, sharp blade.

No, Raylan had a blade-like vibe all over his body when he was doing his kung fu mould like this, but it's similar.

Oscar looks sharp and says he's going to kill you.

"Let's go."

It is an exquisite step that can be used to step in a small hut. Acceleration to that extent should not yield a great deal of power. Nonetheless, I just thought Oscar's knife really disappeared.

For just a moment when I thought his body was bluffing, the knife slashed my cheek into the back wall.

I tilted my neck slightly, and I had a knife on my hands. If I hadn't tilted my neck, I would have definitely been injured.

"You said you'd pierce your neck, so aim for your neck. If you scratch my face, girls from all over the world will cry."

…………

If Orion or Freya and the others were there, they'd say, "Huh? (Intimidation)" I said something they were going to say, but they can't do it to me.

And while I'm telling you that this guy can't use magic, is it hardening magic? Use the magic that strengthens your hands hard.

I guess that means I've come to kill you for real, as the word goes.

Look at me with the knife. Grantham was surprised to open his mouth with Pocan, but it was Oscar who was more surprised than that.

"Or dodging skills?

"That's not true. I just avoided it because it seems like a hit."

"You... you can't avoid an Oscar attack for that reason."

Oscar, who was sent, suddenly ripped vertically when he grabbed my prisoner clothes for what he thought.

"CAAA!!

I tried screaming like a maiden, but Oscar and Grantham look at my upper body and look even more.

"What is this amount of scratches..."

My upper body is engraved in my chest with a big cross wound that was torn to pieces by burns, cuts, and phrases ares.

Wouldn't it be okay to heroize at the end of the century if it was just the body?

"Oscar, no doubt...... This guy is the king of the war. It's obviously diving through the dead line. This isn't a monster, it's a wound I had with a worse guy."

…………

"Wait, it's too early to judge. I hear there are crooks in the world who hurt their own bodies and pretend to be high-ranking adventurers"

How suspicious is that? You're the one who said you'd hurt yourself.

That crazy woman came back again as they both looked seriously at my wounds.

I decided I had never fallen just now, and I give you a voice like I was freaked out to see Oscar take me and that nude half-naked inside the barn seriously.

"Iaaaaaaaaa!! What are you doing to Master Oscar?

"What, no, I'm not into anything"

"Well said in that outfit! I can't believe you're attacking my Oscar! Beast!"

"Wait, it's this way that my clothes are completely torn."

There's no way you can hear those words, of course.

"Guard, take this guy! It was a mistake in the first place to put such a beast in the same place as Master Oscar. Forced labor!

The uniformed guard who held me back beside him dragged me out of jail and took me to a forced labor place.

"Hey, wait a minute, Halami!

Rarely does Oscar raise his voice, but Angry Halami doesn't listen.

"No matter how Oscar says it, you can't let these beasts go wild!

But this is convenient for me. Instead of being stuck here, forced labor can get you out of jail.

You'll be better able to reach your purpose with a gap that way.

What a complicated look on Oscar's face when I was taken.

Did I just say I don't know if I can believe it yet? You'll need another push to get him to help.