Kuro no Maou

"... alive"

In a blurred consciousness, he squeaked so.

When I woke up, once again, I was lying in a hard spot.

Immediately, my memory flashes back before I lose consciousness.

"Gu......"

I'm going to throw up, but I can.

Apparently, you can take away the bondage, leak your voice into bitterness in this way, and you can wake up your body somehow.

When you do your hand to your head, the hard feeling touches your fingers.

Definitely, that needle-popping vicious ring remains firmly attached to my head.

"Damn... I feel terrible..."

I just don't feel the pain, but I suddenly got into this whole torture thing, and I get one of the grudges.

But this is how the freedom of the body is now back, first we have to check the situation.

Now I'm in a room with nothing the same size as I was put to sleep earlier.

There's no pedestal in the center, there's really only a wall, it's a bright white room with all sides and ceilings.

On the front, there is a white-painted door, just like the wall, but it will probably be locked to see if it will ever open.

Absolutely. Without one of the windows, I feel like I'm going to die.

If you think of me as a lockdown, well, that would be a reasonable placement.

And my outfit is the same white outfit as those masks.

I don't have a cape and a mask, but I'm wearing a very elegant top and bottom piece of clothing, something like a piercing jacket, or a sole.

I also wear underwear for once.

Prisoner clothes, what is it, no, it's not like I'm in jail.

But even if I look at it, I don't think my place is in Japan.

The masks were speaking mysterious foreign languages, and these clothes are strange, even the people of the Imadoki developing world are wearing clothes, such handmade rounded clothes are rare on the contrary.

No, wait, if those guys are part of an evil religious community with super nasty doctrines, maybe that mysterious language is the original language where middle-and-disease patients also escape barefoot, and maybe this garment is some deep meaning handmade cosplay.

With that in mind, it's not a decision to come to a far away foreign country, if you have a crazy religious facility somewhere in the back of the mountain in Japan, well, the muscle goes through.

But what makes me have to get involved in this...

In the meantime, I don't suppose there's anything like being killed instantly if you think you're living with five bodies satisfied.

No, you don't have to die, you're going to be subjected to all sorts of torture like this ring, or something?

That sucks, if that's the case, how tranquil it would be to bite off your tongue and die.

Forgive me for dying in a situation where I beg my life.

Horn to horn, this would be a foreign country, but Japan, but you should think about escaping from this place.

We should distance ourselves as soon as possible from these people who can safely put torture equipment on people's heads, and we cannot be involved in any way in the future.

Even so, all I can do right now is see if the door in front of me is locked.

As I stood up and stepped towards the door, the door opened with a rattling noise.

……

Automatic door? There is no wax, someone opened it from the other side, so the door is set to open.

And it was the mask of examples, not betraying expectations, that opened the door.

"Import"

The mask speaks an original language that, as always, has no idea what you're talking about.

When I ask again like this, I also feel a little English... no, more than that, now I should watch out for his movements.

I get up, but the mask seemed to care more about their backs than I do.

Apparently there are other masks in the back.

There were two masks in the room, and I went to the wall to distance myself.

And then a new third person came in, and I was nailed to the face of Soytz.

Because Soitz was dressed in a similar white cape, but he wasn't wearing a mask and exposed his face.

Soitz was an old man with a deep face of white racial sculpture, which he could tell at a glance was not Japanese.

The hair, hidden in the hood, doesn't see everything, but probably all gray, the color of the eyes is blue, the age is at least sixty years over the old grandfather.

And this behold, he hath a great white beard.

I don't think he's going to mention the masked patriarch, or the god of the living, right?

What an amazing glance I was sending, Grandpa (he's a jerk who matches me like this, enough for Grandpa) looked at me with a frigid eye.

At that moment, a mighty headache struck me.

"Ghaaaaaaaa!!!

I didn't know you'd crack your head. This is exactly what it is, or maybe no, it's really cracked.

Heavy enough to be ready to die, but above all it was someone else's ‘will’ to torment me, echoing in my head.

Pain-pain-pain-pain-death.

In my head, another thought swirls around on its own.

I understood intuitively that the pain was obviously caused by this idea and that the source of its occurrence was from the grandfather in front of me.

I look at Grandpa in tears as I roll down the hard floor.

It wasn't anger, purely begging forgiveness, it was so unusual.

- Irresistible. - Obedient.

Shortly before I fainted, the headache stopped, and at the same time I understood that I could never turn against these guys, including my grandfather, no mask, should I say no?

- Stand.

I still couldn't get back from the aftermath of my headache, and when I was sent to stand and watch, my legs didn't move quickly

- Stand.

Again, twitching begins headaches.

I can't push, I get up.

I feel so bad that I'm about to throw up, but it's much better than being attacked by that intense pain again.

In a rough breath, I stand and face my grandfather.

"Order"

My grandfather, like all masks, utters words I don't understand.

……

I can't even react and remain unresponsive.

Grandpa seems to be able to send me thoughts, but not in such a clear way that he can put them into words with a vague image.

I don't think I can communicate with you.

Most of all, I don't think I can communicate smoothly with these guys where the word makes sense.

- Walk.

At the same time the thought is sent, Grandpa turns his back and walks out.

Impossible to resist, I could only follow that back with the emblem of the cross in a fluttering foothold.

As I crept through the door, I could see the invisible dark passage on the other side continuing.

I remembered the ominousness as if you were implying my future, but perhaps waiting ahead is so hell that it would be far better to commit suicide at this moment right now.