The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Walzer Prison.

Surrounded by steep mountains and cut cliffs on the outskirts of the continent's prime hegemonic kingdom, it houses many of the continent's greatest sinners who have been sentenced to life imprisonment.

The surrounding forest is gloomy and lush, and the screams of the Terminator sometimes echo from the prison, which is still dark during the day, similar to the sound of the beast.

It was said that this was because unscrupulous guards were torturing prisoners, or because prisoners were releasing each other and killing each other with sour noses.

There are many whispers, and the purpose is roughly one thing.

Walzer Prison is the hell of the world.

If an insect gushes and is chained once to a rotten prison, even the killer will cry for death in a dark situation of merciless abuse.

Okay. Okay.

In that abominable prison room, two people now stood up in the darkness of the night with cold expressions.

One is a woman.

She is still in jail with only a faint moonlight, and is a gorgeous woman with pale shiny silver hair and bright limbs.

However, the inmate's clothes in which he was dressed were severely ripped from his chest, and there were marks of beatings on his cheeks.

The other is a man standing there covering her and holding down "something" with long legs.

Covered in black hair like a lion's bare beard, his tall nose and impressive empty eyes evoked a tough look.

He shook up his muddy feet again, not even his shoes allowed, and kicked up "it", which crouched on the wet floor.

"Pretend to be asleep, warden."

"Ugh... uhh"

Every once in a while, a fat man called a guardian jumps up against his belly after being trampled on by a man just now and kicked up.

With his blunt arms, the man raised his hand gently to the guard who was maneuvering his robe, which had sewn the holy crest of the church.

"Is this what you're looking for?

Inside that large, manly hand is a bead of crystal that emits a strange color.

Throughout the string, it was a holy instrument for the chaplain entrusted with the role of guardian to communicate with the church in an emergency.

"That's... that's it...! Why do you have it? It's not good to be touched by a low-life sinner! Holy crystal! Give it back!"

The guards, who transformed power and desire into luxury, opened their eyes and shouted.

But when the man bothered with the flying spit, he only pressed the guards against the floor again.

"Ghhh!"

"A lowlife sinner? Huh."

A pleasant bass in your ear sounds like a swordfish on your wipe.

The man whispered to the guards, putting his strength on his feet.

"Who do you mean by a bitch sinner?"

"Guu....."

"A brave man who betrayed his country? A whore with a demonic child? Or is it a man who is supposed to be a servant of God, trying to abuse a prisoner and rape a woman of his weight?"

"... uhh... oh..."

A guard with his legs on his back gave a distressing expression.

The man continued with a voice that even felt sweet to the giant body, which began to sow cold sweat.

"If a sinner has the right to judge a sinner, then of course I have the right to judge you. Isn't it?

"Hih...."

There is an ominous sound of the bones and gizzards.

Any further pressure will definitely crush the bone or rupture the internal organs.

When the pale guard began to soak bubbles from the edge of his mouth,

Wait, Gilbert.

The woman who had kept silence until then opened her mouth.

"I appreciate your help, but it's a little too cool."

"... but Hydemarie"

Called Hydemarie, she scratches up her silver hair, which has been cut in a mess, and smiles lightly.

Then I followed my red and swollen cheeks with my fingers and tilted my neck.

"I was still said to be the tallest woman in Sangoku. It's not enough to apologize for pushing a pig's corpse at the price of a swollen cheek, it's just trouble."

That's why I murmured and threw my gaze behind my back with a twinkle and elegance.

Forgetting the situation where his spine was about to be broken, the guards saw a former luxury hooker, but noticed that the door behind him was open, forcing his face.

"You guys...."

Four men opened a door made of heavy stones and iron fences.

A gentle, grand man who leaves a boy in peace, a giant man with a strong bear, a neutral young man.

The four men of all nationalities and convictions walked into jail cheerfully, swinging their arms and legs that should have been tied in a sturdy chain.

"Hmm, why do you even have a sealed chain...?!

"This is a sealed chain?

Towards the groaning guard, the youngest boy picks up a piece of iron.

"It's a simple scientific victory that the Holy Iron is no match for the King's Water, right?

Say, when he called the other faces, the three answers came back.

"... even if you don't use that kind of thing, if you pull a thousand pieces, that's it"

"Hey, you must have brainwashed the other guards peacefully."

"You're not calm, are you? 'Persuasion' will suffice."

The guards quickly matched the prisoners' charges (profiles) in their brains and blued.

A mad warrior who massacred rare animals in off-limits to a young mad doctor who repeated human experiments.

A kidnapper who brainwashed the children of the royal aristocracy, a fraudster who broke down a state-scale bank for embezzlement.

Each of them escaped the seal by using their own stunts (...).

"Nh, nnh, nnh..."

There must have been a lot of things that the guards should have checked out, such as how they slipped through the surveillance eye and why they came here.

But before I could say any of that, the beautiful whore Heidemary smiled snugly.

"It's my first time. Cheap (...) for you, warden?

"Nah...."

Her thin fingers stroke the wound on her cheeks, which was soaked with blood.

"Walzer Prison. This lovely castle is all I have to offer. I want you to play a puppet for that."

The voice was like ringing a bell.

"What do you mean...?

"Poor swallowing pig. From this moment on, Walzer Prison is under Hydemarie control."

If the guards raise their voices stunnedly, the neutral young man is suddenly abandoned as stunned.

--mastered.

As the word penetrated the brain over time, the guards leaked a cramped smile.

"... then, don't be silly. This is Walzer Prison, hell in the world? Instead of mastering it, if you're going to hurt me even before the pinky, the guards and the Holy Beast in prison will occasionally rush you to pieces..."

Guard? Where is it?

But the objection is blocked by a pale man's voice.

Aware of the weight of the foot on his back, the guard desperately cleared his ear - and was stunned to realize that there was no sound from the hallway.

You're such an idiot.

Four, no, including this man who is stepping on his back, why doesn't anybody want to know anything about the anomaly, even though five criminals are running out of solitary confinement?

"That's... stupid... 200 guards... 50 holy beasts... just five men to take control of this vast prison..."

"Five?

Every once in a while, a man, Gilbert, shook up his leg, which was pushing his back, and slammed it into the same place.

He said calmly to the guard who raised his voice like a crushed toad.

"High-demary," I said. Six mistakes. "

"Oh, that's not true, Gilbert."

Fufufu, Hydemarie slammed her mouth and gently put her hand on Gilbert's tight arm.

She gently stroked her belly with the other hand, touching the man's arm to forgive.

With a smile that made me feel even more compassionate, I told the crawling guards.

"Seven."