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

The next day, the third day of prison life.

"Sabu...... die"

I woke up cold in the morning, and I was shaking my teeth with bees.

My aunt told me it was cold in the mornings of the barn, but I didn't know it was this far...

The stone floor, cold as ice, takes away the temperature, and the cold wind blowing through the lattice windows pricks the skin. He seems to be sleeping in the fridge and is on the verge of freezing to death.

When I was wrecked in Snow Mountain, I got up thinking it was warm sleeping with the rabbits.

When I felt signs of something and looked around, the silver balls that weren't supposed to be there until yesterday were rolling in front of me.

"Is that it?"

As I tried to pick it up, Silver Ball shrugged my hand away.

Definitely metal slime.

Is that the guy Orion gave you? Almost all my belongings were taken away on the first day, so I thought the metal slime escaped at that time.

For some reason, Metal Slime escapes when he tries to catch it, but he doesn't seem to be going out of his cell. He circles around in a narrow cell.

"Konnya. Humans have wisdom."

Is the silver ball-shaped metal slime laughing or is the whole ball waving as it rocks left and right?

"Ah, horny sister"

When I pointed out of the cell, the metal slime movement obviously stopped. Don't miss that gap. I caught the metal slime.

"Gotcha."

Well, what do you say because I caught you? Rather, it is myself who is caught.

You think once you get caught, you don't make metal slime microscopic in my hand.

I tried to stop making sense of catching because there were rare animals, and released metal slime.

"If you're here, you'd better get out of here fast 'cause you're gonna get caught by a bad adult"

I don't know if you understand what I'm saying, but the silver balls that rolled on the floor stay still.

Well, maybe he'll be gone when he gets home from today's labor.

"Open the house! Calling!"

Along with the guard's voice, the cell opens simultaneously.

The call-ups were over and when I went outside, a large number of prisoners were just washing their faces and heads in front of the well.

"Wow, it's fucking cold..."

The morning time is short, so everyone hurry up and get ready.

A female guard like Bostrol is clapping her baton with a pacifier, and I wonder if she's already been watched in the morning.

In the meantime, I met Christopher waiting for the well.

He's leaning over to hide his face, his eyes clouding like a completely dead fish.

When I looked carefully at him thinking he was handsome but he was not, I realized that countless moles were made in his face.

"Is that it? He didn't have that yesterday, did he?

As he approached suspiciously, Christopher noticed this one, openly hiding his face.

"Hey, uh, was that Mr. Christopher?

"You were yesterday's rookie."

"Kaji Yongsaki."

"Oh, wow. Nice to meet you... Cliff is fine with me."

He has an unexpectedly husky voice. It's odd, I thought it was a good guy, but it's a surprisingly calm atmosphere.

Is my age as good as mine or about one? I can feel the shade from tiredness.

And the style is good.

Slutty long legs on thin hips, little shoulder width and breastplate are too luxurious for me, but I'm comfortable with what they call Prince.

I would have changed the world if it was a beautiful shape.

I don't care about those feelings mixed with my envy and jealousy. I decided to ask about the mole on my face.

"You know, can I ask you something? That face."

"... the well is empty."

"Ah, ah."

Christopher tries to block the conversation and heads to the well.

That back seems to be silently telling me not to listen to anything.

Even then he tried to escape and headed to the workplace, so he couldn't talk about anything in the end.

And screw making that starts today.

I'm getting used to it, so I'm going to see another line, and now I'm going to be in charge of parts like tiny wheels that I'm not sure about.

The job is to put a round rubber on this.

Hard...... Hot due to the proximity of the melting furnace...... Shouldn't I at least sit in a chair or something? It's hard to see screws and wheels anymore.

When I saw the veteran aunt, I was doing the line of standing the fallen bottle in an instant.

That looks like a spicy line.

Because of the heat, it looks like my aunt has a bunch of hands. It's Aunt Thousand Hands Kannon.

When I look next to it, I work on putting a star seal on top of my little motor. Seriously, what the hell are you building this factory for?

"Oh, you want to do the ether battery over here, not the hyper discharger?

My aunt points to the line of the bottle and says:

That's that bottle battery... Hmm? Didn't you make this factory mi04WD?

That, when I think about it, I'm convinced that it's a screw but a cool name for nothing.

"No, tires are fine..."

"Really? I'll have that wheel cover sponged from the rubber grip in the afternoon."

"S, sponge tires......"

Then a few hours later, lunch time arrived.

I still receive a light paper bag with the contents today and feel disappointed.

The nourishment of the day will soon fall with this.

If you think so, the squad leader's anger was flying, just like yesterday.

"Ome, how many times do I have to tell you! Norma, you're not done, but you're not taking a break. Get back to work. You're on it!

You're a pain in the ass. Maybe do this every day. Cancer.

I can't help other faces, even if they want to. I can see the unpleasant air drifting in the workplace.

Well, from the guard's point of view, it's the squad leader who's serious.

If this is a pretty girl, I don't have to help her, but I don't care if she's handsome.

"He's really useless! Are you listening to me? Ah!?"

The squad leader must force Christopher's ears to pull up and stand.

Besides, today's squad leader is in a bad mood, or he just pulled a silent Christopher's cheek with a pern.

Oh, that hurts. Imagine the pain and I looked at you better, thinking that you were out of your mind.

Christopher's eyes are filled with jitters and tears, and I can see him crying desperately.

"Mesomeso, cry, nipple! It's this way I want to cry. Everyone annoyed me when I dealt with Guzz. Behave yourselves!

In the words of the relentless squad leader, the tear glands finally broke and tears drew lines on his cheeks.

"You're crying!

Everyone in this room guessed that this would not be a second shot.

Bread and another unpleasant noise rang and Christopher was hit hard in the cheek again.

He's desperately patient, but he can't stop tearing up worn out and zero.

A heartless jerk flew like a chase into that state.

"You're Prince of Wall Knights, that's why you've done this so often!

I look back and see the man who jumped the jerk. Boy, I put a shave like lightning in my head, a guy like a chimp.

You're definitely the guy who said James Ponch or something when he introduced himself. A man whose name is a little obscene.

"Squad leader, he was about to hit the squad leader."

"What? No?

"Reverse guile. Reverse guile, suck."

Christopher hasn't done anything, of course. It's just a makeover, and the squad leader's been watching it, so you know there wasn't any sign of that.

Nonetheless, he rides James and tries to raise his hand to Christopher three times.

"I can't help it. I don't have a stepfather to help a handsome man who is a strong man in his life, but I don't want him to call me Busik or this man to my heart."

At the same time the squad leader waved up, I kicked the box of hyperdispensers out of work in a grand way.

The screws are scattered all over the ground with a gutter of chatter and awesome noise.

"Oh, my hand slipped. Ahhh!

"Ome what are you doing!!? Obviously kicked it now!!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my hand slipped!!

Then why did you kick the box with the battery in it?

The guards came in a hurry when they realized that.

"What are you doing!?

"Excuse me, my hand slipped"

"There's no way this is going to happen with my hands slipping! That was on purpose!?

The guards who come together slap me with a stick.

You don't deserve to be messed up for a handsome son of a bitch.

"You guys, no breaks! Now gather the hyperdispenser and the ether battery!

The guards yell at me, and the prisoners pick up screws and batteries.

I totally blew up what I did in the morning.

"Pick it up, you too!

"Yes."

I pick up the screws and batteries while I flat apologize to my aunts.

Fortunately, with the exception of the squad leader and James, there's nothing angry about it.

Christopher, with his eyes and cheeks red off as he crawled on all fours, approached us under the guise of coincidence as he searched for screws that rolled all over the place.

"What are you thinking? It's on purpose now, isn't it?

"It's a coincidence. Ronald, the god of kicks, descended on me by chance."

"Lies."

"I help women, but handsome people are helpless."

"............... if you do this, they'll turn you into a breeder"

"I'm actually a Tamer who used to be a beast and got beat up by a dragon class."

"Really!?

"Lies."

"... then what the hell are you"

Christopher looked at this one with a frown, and that's when - a much cuter belly sound rang.

Not my belly, of course.

This guy's been eating up for a long time. You're going to get hungry.

"I'll do it."

I did Christopher with black bread as hard as stone and dried meat with rare animal oils.

"Why..."

"My doctor told me not to eat anything hard because of jaw arthritis."

"It's a lie..."

"If you can't honestly take human generosity, it's over. If it's not poison, it's poison."

…………

"I'm not gonna do this to you until I'm forced to, so if you don't want it, I can pull in."

…………

Christopher slowly received bread and dried meat.

"Oh, thanks......"

"Whoa, if you can get out alive, introduce me to a beautiful girl. I like Boyne."

"Don't they say you're involved?

"Normal. Normal. No face, no personality."

"You guys, hurry up!

The guard's anger sounded and Christopher and I broke up a little bit because it was not good to find out he was skipping.

When I finished picking up the screws and batteries and the work resumed, the squad leader certified me as a problem child, and I've been marking this one for a long time.

After those few hours, today's work was finally completed.

My eyes are tired, my feet hurt, my fingers smell like rubber, and I want to rest fast.

I'm going back to my cell.

Then the metal slime, which had broken in on its own this morning, stood still in a silver ball form irrespective of the morning.

"You didn't leave?

When I tried to pick up the metal slime, I was gently squeezed.

I don't think he's going to get along with you.

He's not sure if it's stoic or lonely.

"Well, I'm not even going to get rid of it if you want. Anyway, your health is the limit."

Let's just get some sleep and regain strength. That's all I can do so far.

The cell light went out completely and it was bedtime.

But he can't sleep the other way when he's too human tired, and his eyes are even gone.

"It sucks. I hope I don't have to sleep tomorrow or something."

Sleep fast, as I was chanting like a spell telling you to sleep fast, I heard something glossy.

I thought I was insatiable in only three days, but apparently I can really hear you.

"Huh... Oh, stop... stop..."

I wonder what this voice is. There should only be men around here.

Besides, isn't this voice completely starting?

I don't want you to let me hear weird things when I can't sleep. This would mean that a man and a man are allergic.

That's really what prison is all about.

I try not to hear it as much as I can, but I hear it a lot even though it's a small voice because of the quiet around me.

Metal slime was responding to my voice and trying to leave my cell while I rolled around corny.

"You, you want to see a man to man arr?

That said, he understood what it meant. Metal slime came back to the futon.

He is easy to understand. Never mind me either. Let's go to bed.

If you're trapped in a place like this, some of it will accumulate. Wouldn't that be nice if it was agreed between the two?

"I don't like it anymore... Don't... touch me... don't touch me..."

"Uuch. Ome, I'm busy. Don't talk to Ode."

"............................................. again"

Damn, I know who and who are doing that with that unique talk.

This is clearly not consensual.

He's had a terrible eye for 24 hours.

A Busamen squad leader emerges, striking a handsome Christopher in his head. What a terrible picture.

"I can't help it. Ah. You're sick of this and you can't sleep."

I suddenly breathed heavily.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

All of a sudden it sounds like something is happening to everyone.

Soon the cell lit up and the guards rushed in.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

"Shut up, you again, you son of a bitch! Now what?"

"Ah... sorry, I dreamed of Osama attacking me"

"Are you out of your mind? You are!

Me getting slapped again.

Why should I protect my handsome ass and get bogged down?