The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

"What..."

Volfott woke up.

As with the darkness on the back of the lid, it was darkness that was spreading with its eyes open.

But I'm getting used to it.

Something you can't see if you're a regular person is no problem for Volfott, a demon.

What I've seen thin is a cold stone wall.

It is damp and looks badly hygienic.

It was narrow and circular, and the lower the ceiling seemed to reach lightly the longer the neck was stretched.

"This place..."

The unique intonation of the Saw country echoes the narrow space.

As I tried to raise my hand, a metal noise sounded.

Iron rings with chains attached to wrists and ankles restrict movement.

Even if I tried to pull it off with force, I couldn't help it.

Perhaps the entire space has the magic of [muscle power reduction] and [magic reduction].

Besides, I thought it was iron, it's magical silver.

Minerals that were compatible with magic were reacting to amplify the effects applied to the room.

"What... I thought we could get out of the castle, so I ended up going back to the pig box."

One thing I can say is that this is not the Kingdom of Lexenyl, where we were temporarily detained now. Rather, it is a more demanding construction than a special cell set up in the Law Court basement.

Probably a response to Volfott knowing he was a demon.

He doesn't know how he escaped from the special cell.

It is a situation in which the magic of the sleep system is smelled and noticed to this day.

"Well, yeah..."

Wolfott falls asleep on a shitty stone floor.

There's nothing I can do about it.

This one can't move.

So troubles show up from the other side.

He's right.

It didn't take long for the troubles to appear.

"Hey, 99 (…) ………. You're finally awake"

The prison door with the lattice opens.

It was the man with the hood in his eyes who showed up.

Because of the dark surroundings, even with Volfott's eyesight, I don't even know his face.

It just sounded familiar to my voice.

Thin the eyes of a true circle like a snake.

"What. If you think it's someone, don't you think it's number 17? Long time no see."

Volfott waves hilarious.

In contrast, No. 17 sighed deeply.

"What the hell are you gonna do? My mom is angry."

"Heh... What did he say?

………… More than that. Why did you reveal you were a demon? Why did you get out of here in the first place?

"Once you've got the power, it's the regulators of the world who want to mess with the miscellaneous fish"

Ringing teeth like a truncating table cackle.

to, and Volfott had a full grin.

Number 17 sighs again.

"Answer me seriously."

"I'm always serious."

"Right. Then you seriously lost to that [villager] named Russell."

…………

I lose my smile from Volfott.

The expression clouded so that the dark clouds stood up.

Staring at No. 99, who grew up, No. 17 sighs for the third time.

"Because of you, The Devil's Plan has been reconstructed from 1. You're gonna be reflecting here for a while."

"What are you going to let me out?

Volfott laughs teasingly.

I thought No. 17 was going to throw up a fixed sigh, but it wasn't.

When he reaches out like a leisurely pneumonia, he grabs the face of No. 99.

Lifting the giant up, he slammed it to the ground.

The impact is tremendous and puts a big hole in the stone floor.

If you are a normal person, it is instant death.

but the demon Wolfott was alive.

He's bleeding out of his nose and mouth.

There was no smile there.

It would be the strength of No. 17 to be praised.

Although magically restricted, he didn't let Volfott do anything, lifting and slamming that giant lightly.

The power of number 17 is pulled out one head over number 99.

What scares me is the angry phase that caught a glimpse from the hood.

In the Kowloon Cup, Volfoto, who was the object of fear, keeps his eyes wide open for the true circle.

"Up to three degrees, 99. I'll forgive you for insulting me up to three times. No more forgiveness."

No. 17 hands off.

He turns his heel back and tries to leave prison.

"What about that Russell kid?

Volfott gets up.

I was forced to heal my deviant jaw.

"He's dangerous. We'll have surveillance for the moment."

"I can't admit it, but he's strong. I don't know about you, but if you do a half-breed number kid (Numbers), I'll see you back first."

"47 and 83 hit. They're far better than you."

"Ahhh. Those two"

Number 17 leaves prison.

It got quiet again.

All you can hear is the sound of droplets.

It's probably raining outside.

It seeped out of the ceiling, slamming on the stone floor.

Again, Wolfott falls asleep.

"Russell Singh Stark, don't die"

You're something I eat...

Kickin......

Ringing teeth like a truncating table.

Then he laughed like pulling metal with that scarecrow.

Like a waltz that never ends.

Forever...... Forever......