Chapter 513 – The Blood-Soaked White Coat.

‘I don’t know what you’re thinking.’

Usher sat leaning against the cold wall and thought. There was a sense that this place was too convenient for it to be considered a simple prison.

‘No, is it right to treat criminals like this in the first place?’

It would have been understandable if only he had been given special treatment. Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t get special treatment, perhaps because he was a Holy Knight.

‘The cells I checked in passing weren’t that much different from where I’m staying now.’

Not only were there various hobbies, but there was at least one bed, albeit crudely. Just looking at it this way, doesn’t it compare to the places where workers sleep cuddled up in ropes or coffins?

If the idea was to make prisons as comfortable as possible by making as many concessions as possible so that criminals wouldn’t even think about leaving, I would have been able to understand them to some extent, even if they criticized me for being truly stupid.

Still, if there is a reason you don’t understand.

“Kiya, it’s comfortable. As expected, it’s cozy and nice here.”
“You came in again? What did you do in here this time?”
“I accidentally lost control of my strength while fucking a witch.”
“You are the same. Did you pass out while strangling yourself again?”
“Thanks to you, I have to stay here for 5 months.”

This was because conversations like that could be heard near the cell where he was staying. Even a child could tell that they already regarded this place as a home to return to when they were bored.

In particular, what Usher was paying attention to was that the majority of those imprisoned here were those who treated witches roughly and killed them in the public warehouses they used.

‘Was it a place to imprison those who had no intention of severely punishing them in the first place?’

The period of their stay here is said to be as short as 1 month and as long as 6 months. Even the majority of them had similar reasons.

‘Do witches not have even the bare minimum rights here?’

Isn’t it really funny? The fact is that while those called Mainades, backed by the protection of the President, are calling out for women’s rights and protection, witches are turning a blind eye to the things they are actually suffering from.

Every time I heard those words, Usher’s resolve not to settle down in Parsiphenia became stronger.

‘When I go out, I have to look for Pirika and Lydica first.’

Since I had heard about the status of Dimacaeri and Mainades, I thought there would be no serious problems with my life, but I couldn’t help but feel anxious as they were locked up in prison.

‘When on earth…’
“Paradise, this is pardon.”

As he was wondering when he would be able to get out of this prison, the jailer opened the prison door and spoke.

“Slope?”

Even though I thought I would be locked up for at least two weeks, I never thought I would be released so quickly. Even though I thought something was strange, I left the prison thinking that it was nothing bad.

“Here’s the weapon.”

They seemed to think that there would be no problem even if Usher was wearing armor, so they only brought a sword and a shield.

‘Or did you think that there was no problem with the already broken armor?’

The plates on his limbs were already broken and his helmet was already half broken. It was when I picked up my sword and shield with a complicated mind.

“Is that shield by any chance a magic tool?”
“It looks like someone touched the shield.”

Usher’s shield was strong and strong, but he did not allow anyone to touch him except him. Even if he touched it with his gauntleted hand, his bare hand would have been cut and bleeding profusely.

“I’m sorry if you were offended.”
“No, I have no intention of reprimanding you for doing your duty.”

The only exceptions were Krykalyov and Velkana Erika.

‘Then it would be okay for Pirika to touch it.’

As he was pondering what it would be like to give her this shield, he heard the voice of the chief jailer who had been guiding him.

“Excuse me, but the person who requested the Holy Knight’s pardon would like to see me in person.”
“Are you saying there is someone who asked for my pardon?”

Usher frowned slightly at his puzzlement.

‘Could it be Pirika? Or is she Li Dika?’

If you were one of them, you would be in trouble. From what he found out, whether it was Dimacaeri or Mynades, they weren’t in a very stable position.

As I followed the guard, anxious to see if one of them might be caught in this case, what appeared was an old man with wrinkles.

“Did you look for me?”
“…”

Although reassured by that fact, Usher asked him, but for some reason, all he got back was silence. Even with his eyes wide open and looking at his own face, Usher was reminded that he was currently taking off his helmet.

“Is there something wrong with my face?”

Because of this, I frowned slightly. He was already used to it, so if it were normal, he wouldn’t have minded it so much.

“What? Since when have women been imprisoned here as well?”
“Hwiyu! Pretty girl! Look over here!”
“Pretty! Come closer just once!”

Whenever he entered or came out of prison, he clung to the bars like a horny monster and spewed all kinds of obscenities at him, so I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

In Farz, I’ve heard from acquaintances that it’s not strange to be mistaken when I grow my hair out. It’s not that I don’t gain muscle, but it doesn’t get big enough to be lumpy, so I cut my hair from time to time.

‘When I can afford it, I’ll have to cut my hair first.’

The problem recently was that I couldn’t afford to cut my hair.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”

The old man was surprised to see Usher frowning at him and lowered his head. My doubts increased as he appeared in a particularly low-key manner.

‘It looks like he was surprised to see a familiar expression.’

As if he had known him from long ago. The old man quickly noticed his mood and apologized.

“Why did you want to see me, old man?”

At this point, I became curious and asked, and he glanced around and opened his mouth.

“To be exact, the person I am serving wants to meet the Holy Knight.”

I checked his clothes for a moment and saw that they seemed to be made of quite high-quality materials. It seemed like he had been sent by someone of high rank, rather than just a simple errand boy.

“Can you tell who sent you?”
“You will understand when you see this.”

The old man took something out of his pocket as if he had been waiting for those words, and as soon as Usher saw it, he knew who had sent him.

“Cesipia.”

What the old man took out was a pendant with an embossed symbol similar to the pattern engraved on a pair of rings that Usher had had since he was very young.

“!”

Usher thought for a moment as he checked the old man, whose eyes were wide open, as if he didn’t expect him to know.

“…Please guide me.”

He originally thought he would never stop by there. He thought that even if he went to visit them, he might only be checked by people he didn’t even know were his relatives due to problems with his heritage or family.

In this place where it was already difficult to find allies, it was out of the question to increase the number of enemies unnecessarily. Following the old man’s guidance, we arrived at a mansion in the eastern part of the country.

The wide yard and quiet appearance of the large mansion seemed to show its former glory, but the traces of dried vines climbing the walls and the gray-faded building seemed to show what the current situation was like.

“Welcome.”

As I entered the mansion with the old man, who quietly opened the old but sturdy door, the sunlight that followed them illuminated the hall of the mansion.

“You’re finally here.”

A voice that sounded as if the strings of a violin were gently sliding came from the upper part of the hall. When they followed the voice and raised their heads, they made eye contact with someone leaning on the railing above the hall, looking down at them.

“I brought you, ma’am.”
“Good job, Carol.”

A girl with short golden hair, amber eyes sparkling with curiosity and joy, and a pale, slender body wrapped in rich frills looked down at them and answered the old man’s greeting.

“Pavshika?”

Usher muttered inadvertently as he looked like he had seen it a lot somewhere. That’s because Isuga picked up on her appearance, because she was very similar to the girl who was once in the Pavilion Sector.

Did his murmurs reach her ears? The girl, who was looking down at him with her curious expression, puffed out her cheeks with a pout and began leisurely walking down her stairs.

“What a disgusting guy. Even when he returned home, he didn’t even think about coming home and started playing around with witches.”

Soon, she stood in front of him and her height was barely enough to reach her chest, but that wasn’t the problem. The reason Usher remembered the girl named Pavshika was because she was so similar to him that she became famous.

“Now, even when I look at my mother’s face, I call another woman’s name.”

My colleagues said that if he were a woman, he would look exactly like that. And now, a girl, or rather a woman, who looked like Pavshika had become more mature was standing in front of him.

“…You really can’t fool blood.”

Soon she stopped right in front of Usher, looked up and smiled bitterly.

“Galliot.”