To Be a Power in the Shadows!

I surprisingly completed a proper investigation.

The Kingdom of Oriana is so pressing that there is going to be a war tomorrow. I guess you don't have a lot of time for mobs like me.

I was put on a collar to seal the magic and taken in front of a large building.

"This is where you live today."

"The camp?

"Lady Doem is solemnly purifying the king's men. Unfortunately, the prison is full."

"Really?"

"Good luck at best. It's up to you to survive here."

"What do you mean, a choice?"

The soldier laughed deeply and opened the big iron door and pushed me into it.

I made a heavy noise and the door closed, and I looked around.

The first thing I imagined was a stone dungeon common in the fantasy world, but this was a completely different space.

In a nutshell, it's a large courtyard surrounded by tall walls.

There are thousands of prisoners in the cobblestone courtyard.

Those who slept wrapped in borough cloth, those who sat and looked at me with lifeless eyes, those who stood and discussed in groups, they seemed to be divided into several groups.

On the high fence stands a guard watching the prisoner.

The fence looks more like a cell than just a fence. There were also prisoners inside, freely entering and exiting the courtyard and indoors.

Looks like he's free to do it.

I walked out to secure my bed for now. [M]

and then.

"Hey, new guy."

I'm called from the side, and I look at the voice.

There was a long, blush-headed, chimp-like man. At that moment, my bandit radar reacts with Pickle.

Definitely, this guy is a former bandit.

"Are you...?

"I'm Zach. He's a kind, sweet brother. I teach a lot to new recruits."

And Zach says with his eyes on prey.

"I'm Sid. Thank you, I don't know anything yet..."

"I get it. Everyone gets nervous when they throw you out here with no explanation."

Zach, you pounded my shoulder. [M]

And whisper with your mouth close to my ear.

"Listen carefully, Sid. It's not all equal here: rice, beds, entertainment, freedom. Look over there."

For those of you who said that and Zach pointed, a group of people were squatting in the corner of the courtyard, like lean, thin floaters.

"Prisoners in the camp are divided into three main groups. Those guys are the most numerous group at the bottom of it, commonly known as garbage. Garbage that's not worth living. He is given only a little food and water, and he dies soon. They have no power, no wisdom, no information... look over there next time"

The next person Zach pointed to was some group of people who were discussing it in a group.

"Those guys are kings. Stupids thrown in by Master Doem's solemnity. Those guys are kept alive with minimal food and a bunk. They're our prey."

"Us?

"Yes, the last group is us, the Doems. Some people have betrayed the Kings since they were thrown in Solemn Qing, and some criminals like me. Doems are given a satisfying meal, comfortable beds, and freedom."

"... freedom?

"We, for example, are allowed to beat up and kill the garbage there - like this."

That said Zach kicked a man like a nearby floater.

He did also see a floater running away screaming, a guard on the fence.

But no one pays attention to Zach.

Zach has a good face and whispers in my ear again.

"Of course killing and violence are against the rules. But the guards pretend not to see it. Ma, that's why killing without darkness is what idiots do. Garbage also helps depending on how you use it. It's not a good idea to buy too much resentment. Hey, Sid. You wonder why we're the only ones allowed to do this?

"Yes, sir"

"That's because... we're watching the Kings and feeding information to the guards. Information will give you a satisfying meal, a comfortable bed, and freedom. Easy, isn't it?"

"Ji, information...?

"Whatever, it's information on the Kings. With that, you can be a Doeme from today on. If it's useful, you can have entertainment and women, too, right?

"But I don't know the information..."

"I know, you don't know anything. But think about it. What kind of person had information from the source is a traitor to the former Kings. How do you think a guy like me got the information?

"Oh, that's..."

"There are various means. One, grabbing and torturing royalist humans. These days, it's hard because they're swarming vigilantly over there. Plus, if you do too much flashy, the guards come out too.

Two, dive inside the Kings and flow information. This has also been alarming lately. It's hard not to do it so well.

Three, steal eavesdropping and possessions. Naturally alert, but not zero possibility.

And fourth, there are people who also want to sell information to the Kings. Everybody wants good food every once in a while, wants to hold a woman, wants to drink, doesn't want to go on living like this. Put it in there. It is difficult to bring information to the guards as long as the Kings humans are Kings. We'll help you there. While they are kings, they can hide and have a good meal, drink alcohol, and hold even women. That's why. "

"Oh yeah..."

"I know you do, Sid. You're rubbish if you keep this up. Like those guys, it makes garbage worthless. The only way for you to survive is to get information and join the Doems, or to gain trust and join the Kings."

"Oh, no..."

"That's all I can do with kindness and kindness. If you get the information, come to me. I'll introduce you to a good guard."

That said Zach had a frigid grin.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Zach!

"Whoa, good luck."

"Oh, wait, Mr. Zach!

I spoke to Zach trying to turn my back and walk away.

"What's up?

"Actually, I have some information for you."

I say, lurking my voice.

"... well. That doesn't help. If you pass the information on to the guard, you'll be hurt the other way around. I'll listen to you before I tell the guard."

"Here's a little... where no one is"

"I know. Follow me."

Zach took me inside the high walls. [M]

The inside of the fence was a stone corridor. There is a room on the left and right, each with a prisoner in it.

"Only Doems and some Kings humans can get a private room. Garbage sleeps in the hallway or is wild outside, but there is territory both in the hallway and outside. Sleep around because you're free... and they'll kill you?

"... I'll be careful"

"This way."

Zach proceeded straight through the hallway and put his hand on the door and went inside.

"This is my private room. Nice place."

Close the door and Zach says it well.

Six tatami rooms, but enough to live alone. There's a clean bed and change of clothes, a board game in the book, then a porn book, and even a sweet wrap on the shelf.

"Wow, he's even more awesome. Rumor has it the boss is having a strip party in his room."

Zach had a slight grin.

"Come on, nobody's coming here. Let me know what you got."

"I don't have any information..."

"What the heck?!?

I dived into Zach's pocket in one step, grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted it. His legs kick away from the floor and the universe.

"And, hey, this, this, this, this, as, just..."

Zach groans painfully.

"Meals make flesh. Nothing. I can afford to live without a meal for a month, but the quality of my flesh definitely drops. That's why I can't compromise on a meal. You can get out and eat. I don't mind sleeping in a wild lodge... oh, I think it would be nice to be indoors on a rainy day or something"

I gradually strengthened my ability to strangle. [M]

"Ya, stop, stop..."

"Mr. Zach, you have two options. Live or die. Which one do you choose?