I Became a Leader in a Wretched Prison - Chapter 117
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Chapter 117
Contrary to what one might expect, I wasn’t flustered. It would be more accurate to say I couldn’t be.
From the moment the dagger flew toward Helios, I had realized it.
He had thrown it while desperately pretending it wasn’t his weapon, pretending it wasn’t his Kia.
But there was no way I wouldn’t recognize that bastard Hades’ Kia.
Nevertheless, I remained quietly nestled against Helios’ body.
Then I leisurely rested my chin on Helios’ shoulder.
Hades’ face became visibly fierce. A face full of murderous intent.
As if what was visible wasn’t everything, I waved my mangled hand to block the Kia that shot directly at me.
Seeing the mint-colored Kia blocking his power, Hades’ eyes narrowed.
‘This should be enough for him to understand.’
Though my hand had become a mess. This much was nothing significant.
During the days when I wandered the Tower alone, there were countless worse situations.
There were nights when I had to squeeze out Kia to protect myself even when I felt like I could barely breathe.
Nights outside the Tower where death meant no resurrection. Cells that couldn’t be trusted as safe.
Compared to those limits and crises, I was far too fine right now.
“….”
Hades’ expression returned to its usual state. His head tilted slowly.
Bright red lips curved in a relaxed smile, as if mocking others was his default.
However, only his eyes remained intense.
Hades’ lips moved once more.
‘Why?’
The word formed by his lips was just one, but it was a condensed question.
The Kia battle became even more tense.
A hair-trigger situation where if that bastard moved even slightly, it would immediately turn into a fight.
Swoosh.
The murderous intent and Kia sent from over there disappeared as if it were a lie.
The tension didn’t disappear entirely though.
‘He’s not a bastard who would give up easily.’
The reason he wasn’t moving rashly was for one reason only.
He must have realized that I was still in a state where I could fight.
If it came to a fight, I was ready to gladly face him.
‘You wouldn’t gain anything from it either.’
Hades slowly stepped backward. One step into the shadows, then two more steps.
Swoosh.
His semi-transparent illusion melted into the shadows and disappeared. As if there had only been shadows there from the beginning.
No one was there.
I leaned against Helios’ shoulder and slowly closed my eyes.
‘It’s a fake, you idiot.’
There’s no way he’d be fine after eliminating a rift that’s been festering for 10 years or more.
Hades might never know in his lifetime.
What the outcome of the fight would have been if he had attacked.
‘When I go back…’
He’ll definitely come looking for me.
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“Man, I was just waiting for the moment to die with my neck cleanly washed!”
Clatter clatter.
The sound of wheels turning was cheerful. Our journey back was just as cheerful and pleasant as this sound.
It was natural.
There were no more pursuers chasing us or trying to kill Helios.
This also meant that Hades was waiting with his eyes about to pop out at the prison we were returning to.
‘Well… I can think about future matters when the time comes.’
If it’s something that’s going to happen anyway, there’s no harm in being relaxed for now.
The cargo wagon that had carried three energetic people when departing was now, on the return journey, carrying one exhausted human and one human with mangled hands.
And lastly, one human laughing like a madman going “hehehe.”
In other words, there wasn’t a single normal person.
“I should have written a will at least, I regret it. Huhuhuh.”
“You seem rather disappointed, Sergeant.”
“Not at all. I’m just admiring it, Junior.”
“Is that so? If you were disappointed, I could have immediately made a death without a will happen again for you. What a shame.”
“…My goodness, Junior is good at jokes too.”
It wasn’t a joke though. At my following words, Sergeant Steven flinched for just a moment before laughing out loud nonchalantly.
“Ahahahahah.”
Even while laughing, his skill at driving the wagon was impressive. It was just that his laughter was annoying.
Laughing like a madman. Sergeant Steven had been in this state since we left the city where the rift had appeared.
The people who had fled the village in panic couldn’t even guess who did what or how.
‘Leaving even the cleanup to a new guard like me. Isn’t this something that requires overtime pay?’
Probably even the Kia ability users wouldn’t be able to properly figure out what had happened.
To their eyes, it must have looked like the rift that had appeared on the verge of explosion simply disappeared.
“…Can that hand really not be healed?”
“Yeah. Our disciple, I think I’ve answered and explained about three times now. Did you get a good grasp of that head’s level with this opportunity?”
“…Your sarcasm skills are improving by the day. If you’ve explained three times, then explain a fourth time.”
“Wow, getting shameless too?”
Helios and I had initially been sitting side by side leaning against the cargo wagon.
But as the cargo wagon moved with Sergeant Steven’s mysterious driving skills, Helios quickly reached his limit.
“You don’t have to act tough.”
“…I never have. And I never will. I only said I was fine because I really was fine, ugh!”
“There, there, Baby. Master’s legs are really sturdy, aren’t they? Soft too?”
Helios thrashed about, telling me not to ‘treat him like a child’…. No, he would have wanted to thrash about, but.
He had already long since exceeded his limits.
Because of that, I naturally pulled just his head over and laid it on my lap as his body collapsed.
There wouldn’t be anything to use as a pillow in this rattling cargo wagon. I’d say I just wanted to do this.
“I want to dote on you. So just stay still for a bit.”
Whether it was the rattling cargo wagon that was uncomfortable, or the position that was uncomfortable.
Or perhaps something else that was unpleasant.
Helios was lying there staring intently at my hand.
The hand roughly wrapped in bandages. The bandages were something Sergeant Steven had gotten from somewhere before we left the village.
I looked at my hand, still a mess from the burns, then lowered my gaze.
If you explain something three times, should you do it a fourth time too?
‘You’ve adapted splendidly to prison.’
Shamelessness is a virtue.
“The Healing Kia I use is a method that brutally forces Kia in, so I can’t use it when I’ve depleted a lot of Kia. It’s like asking someone to fill a well with well water when the well has run dry, right? There, fourth explanation complete.”
“…The fact that you call it depletion means you can still use Kia if needed, at least. You’re not exhausted like me.”
“Oh my. How perceptive of you, darling.”
“….”
Huh. No complaints about the role-playing being over, or telling me to stop with the weird talk?
Helios’s mouth moved wordlessly. He seemed to have something to say. Soon his face began to be consumed by a bright red flush.
‘Ah, come to think of it.’
I unconsciously tried to bring my hand to my face but was stopped.
“What are you doing…!”
Helios was holding my wrist with a quite urgent expression. I forgot for a moment.
Perhaps because this level of pain doesn’t even feel like pain to me.
If Helios hadn’t stopped me, I would have brought my hand, still oozing fluid, directly to my cheek.
‘My face is still unchanged, isn’t it?’
When leaving the village, I had put on the ordinary woman’s face from our role-playing so it wouldn’t be strange if we encountered people.
It was still the same.
“So that’s why you liked the ‘darling’ talk, darling.”
“What are you talking about? Be careful. What kind of master makes it impossible to look away?”
“You had no problem saying ‘honey’ in that crowded market, but you won’t do it when there’s no audience?”
“Damn it, the role-playing is over.”
I couldn’t tell if he found the role damn annoying or this situation damn annoying from his reaction.
I grinned while still offering my wrist.
“Oh my, how disappointing. Darling. Should I ask Father-in-law who’s driving the carriage outside?”
“…You have no intention of listening.”
But your hand holding my wrist has turned red, hasn’t it.
I’ve become quite entertained watching this.
― Junior.
A familiar voice echoed through my head. It was Sergeant Steven’s voice.
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