The Branded Female Fencer

"Come on, customer. You're welcome."

Evil signs of total fury for all. Even though she looked beautiful, a woman who emitted evil signs that were clearly different from people stood on the high stage at some point. Sitting on the spot suits you as creepy as it sounds.

But only Jake and Ultina realize. He said he was wearing out somewhere. Does the lack of a right arm have anything to do with it, or is that not all? Ultina tried to move silently for the preemption, but Jake pulled it off the back. The gaze is poured on the woman's left hand - the left with a chain that leads to darkness.

Jake asked sharply.

"Are you the owner of this building?"

"Yes, young knight Sama. My name is Libidu and I am the owner of this building. As the owner of the museum, you are welcome without distinction of age, pride or pride. If you have any desire, we will never deny it -"

"You're welcome. Why do you do this?"

"Why? Why?

Libidu laughed softly as he said he had heard an interesting inquiry from the bottom of his heart. The voice echoes in my head like a spell.

"For a reason to do something fun? I've been enjoying myself ever since. It's fun for people to thank me and hate me. Even when they set me on fire, I enjoyed it. Being hated so much is no different than being loved.

It's just that nobody at all played with me until the end. I'm the only one who survived for some reason. I wish someone would have just played with me, even if it was an evil spirit - Doom would be great in that sense. I'm a little too young for that. "

"Flaming - I see. Are you 'honeymoon'? He's the most notorious criminal in Tarram."

To Urtina's inquiry, Libidu happily raised the edge of his mouth a little.

"That's the second time today they've called me that name. Well researched."

"Naturally, when we consider the Evil Spirit Crusade in this city, we have done enough downchecking. There will also be plain commerce in Tarham that would be considered a crime in other cities, but we hear that the most brutal of them all was this hall and the honeymoon that was its lord.

This is said to be a museum built to satisfy desires that people can't tell you, that you don't even do anywhere else, and the act is even considered life-threatening. In fact, you think there have been many deaths every day? Just so you know, there are more than 50 deaths a year. "

"Haha, you're not. Most of them were sneaking up on the bodies, so there were actually over a thousand of them. Maybe more if we combine obsolescence and irreversibility."

Talk about Libby Doo well. Ultina continued, distorting her face in disgust.

"- Anyway, acts of life and death were too widespread. Many were things that stepped into themselves, but the acts of this hall escalate. I used poor quality drugs and made my neighbors addicts - when I said I wanted drugs, I used them in this hall instead of their shoulders"

"Well, if you don't, the dead won't last long, and there aren't enough prostitutes. Sometimes bought from slave traders or tailored out stray children. Oh, you've kidnapped him before. But you've never had a broken leg, have you? Does that mean a lot of people were hungry for pleasure?

"Keep the neighborhood inhabitants in the cave with hundreds, how shameful!

"Do you know that many of its inhabitants have died supremely in pleasure? Some of them thanked me for crying and died on their own. I don't want you to deal with numbers alone. I gave them enough pleasure to think I could throw the rest of my life away, huh?

You're a virgin, aren't you? I can teach you how to be intolerant of a man before you cry and beg for pleasure in half an hour, right? What do you say we try? In half an hour, the next knight will be able to wave his own bitch. "

"Gu, this -"

"Fine, Mr. Ultina. Which doesn't make sense to this other person. So, what happened at the end?

To Jake's calm, Ultina takes me back.

"- At the end of the day, the humans who were deprived of their family, friends and loved ones pushed over, and the honeymoon, which was the lord of the hall, was set ablaze. Even then, I couldn't stop laughing until the end."

"Precisely, it was like a war before that. Guests and whores who don't want to lose the museum, because they resisted considerably. A former chaste wife, who puts her husband in her own hands. A man waving his hips while closing his own daughter's neck. You gave yourself to a bastard, Sister. At the end of the day, with a whirlpool of nasal screams - all of them left to protect me and die. I found out then. I think I've done what I can in this hall. Honestly, there was no untrained position and living flesh at that time.

So... "

Libidu stood up softly. At the same time, numerous laughs echoed from behind the darkness.

Continued