Outside the royal capital, there is an endless wilderness. In the center of this place stands the largest prison in the kingdom, Hasarod Prison.
According to the laws of the kingdom, the execution of the death penalty can only be postponed for one month at most, so this prison has to deal with a large number of criminals every day.
Because death row inmates have to be cleared out every day, although Hasarod Prison is called a big prison, it is not busy inside. Sometimes there are even more prison guards than criminals.
Harder is a new prison guard who has only been in office for half a year. In his opinion, those who come here are undoubtedly scum and bastards, at least that's what he thought before he met Weir.
A few days ago, Hader was responsible for taking over Weir. At first, like other prison guards, he subconsciously classified Weir as a blood god madman.
But after getting along with each other for a few days, Harder discovered that Weir did not believe in the Blood God, because the first thing those Blood God envoys did when they came to the prison was to depict the Blood God flower.
The first thing Weier did when she came to the prison was to find a corner and shrink herself into a ball. Only in this way would her trembling body calm down.
Weil was very weak, so weak that even a wild dog on the roadside could easily take away her life. It was hard for Harder to imagine what Weil relied on to survive until now.
Perhaps out of the kindness in his heart, Hader had special care for Weir, and the prison guards who worked with him on official matters just turned a blind eye.
"Vell, did you sleep well last night?"
Harder held a plump-colored apple and pushed open a single cell. His tone was very soft, for fear of scaring Weir.
"Thank you, Uncle Hard, am I going to die today?"
While groping, Weir took the apple handed by Hader, and she knew her fate in advance before entering the prison.
“…”
Hearing this, Hard felt a chill in his heart. A blind, thin, petite girl could kill a fat and wealthy businessman. Even the liar in the tavern couldn't make up such a joke.
But today, this ridiculous joke has become a reality recognized by the Kingdom itself. How ridiculous this is.
"Vell, do you believe me?"
Harder spoke slowly, as if he had made up his mind.
"What to believe?"
Weir tilted her head and asked doubtfully
"Escape from here and set you free."
Hader spoke softly. The bottom line in his heart could not allow him to execute a weak and innocent girl.
But Hader did not have the ability to change the kingdom's decision-making, so he could only do what he could to reassure himself.
"Why should I leave here?"
Weir, who was nibbling on an apple, spoke timidly, as if leaving prison was something scary.
"You don't want to leave here?"
Harder, who was determined to die, asked Weier in surprise. This was the first time he had heard that someone did not want to leave the prison.
"There is warm shelter and edible food here. The only price is the loss of freedom, but is freedom important to me?"
As Weir spoke, she put half of the apple in her hand into her arms. She didn't know what it was, but the fruit was delicious, and she planned to eat the last half before she died.
Hearing this, Harder was speechless for a moment. Thinking about it carefully, Weir's words were both reasonable and sad.
"Vell, do you have any relatives? Or is there anyone else you need to tell?"
After hearing this, Weier shook her head in despair. She had been alone since she could remember, so what kind of relatives did she have
"Had! Stop chatting, a big shot is coming, gather with me immediately."
The urgent tone of the old prison guard rang in Hader's ears. Harder glanced at Weir, who was cowering in the corner, and left quickly knowing that there was no time to waste.
Listening to the footsteps in his ears gradually receding, Weier's world fell into silence again.
"Death, for me, is liberation."
Weier curled up her body and closed her eyes. Two lines of imperceptible crystals flowed down the corners of her eyes.
…
Outside Hasarod Prison, the warden was standing in the middle of the gate. He had just received the news that the newly appointed director of the Procuratorate was actually coming here to overturn the case.
From receiving the news to the dean's departure, there was less than an hour of preparation time for the whole process. No matter how you looked at this inspection, it looked like it was deliberately embarrassing.
"It is said that there are three things that a new official should do when he takes office. It seems that these three things are going to be burned here."
The warden's tone was a little helpless. He was already nearly fifty years old. He came here just to stay away from the power struggle and live a stable life. But who would have thought that the new dean would come to overturn the case in a menacing manner as soon as he took office.
"Davas, who did the new dean bring?"
The warden looked at a young man next to him. He was nearly retired and didn't care about formality at all. He only knew a few representative figures from the Procuratorate, so in terms of information, he was not even as good as his secretary.
"I heard that the dean only brought two people with him."
The secretary spoke slowly.
"Two people? That's good. Maybe it's just a formal inspection."
"But those two people are Tire and Peggy."
As soon as Dawas finished speaking, the warden turned around and stumbled. If it weren't for the support of the prison guard on the side, he would have been carried off.
"Quick! Where are the antihypertensive medicines?"
"Don't! Just let me lie down like this. When the dean comes, he will tell me that my blood pressure has gone up. Darvas is here, so I can rest assured."
After saying that, the warden motioned to the prison guards on the side to help him back, leaving Dawas messy in the wind.
…
A moment later, a steam car emitting steam parked outside the door of Hasarod Prison.
The car door opened, and Tier, who was in the driver's seat, got out of the car first, followed by Peggy and Ye Hui.
"Why are all the prison guards outside the door?"
Tier looked at the prison guards outside the gate and wondered. The guards were all outside the prison. Who was in charge of the prisoners
"Haha, Mr. Dean, I made you laugh. Our Hasarod Prison is the most secure prison in the kingdom. Even if there are no prison guards to guard it for the time being, there will be no problems."
Davas walked towards Ye Hui. He had seen both Peggy and Tier, so Ye Hui, whom he had never seen before, was naturally the new dean.
After hearing Davas' description, Tyr glanced at the Hasarod Prison and couldn't help but take a high look at it.
"Without further ado, the purpose of the dean and us coming here is to overturn the case. Let the criminal No. 1477 be on standby in the interrogation room. The dean will interrogate him personally later."
Peggy straightened her hat and took out an official document from the inner pocket of her formal suit. This official document was the permission issued by the prosecutor's office. Anyway, it was her own thing that she could use at will.
"Criminal No. 1477? Who manages this prisoner?"
Dawai glanced at the prison guard behind him and asked loudly.
Harder, who was standing at the back, was stunned for a moment, because wasn't No. 1477 Weir's number
"Who is in charge of this prisoner!"
Dawai asked three times in a row and spoke anxiously. The No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 figures in the Procuratorate were all here. If this prisoner was executed early, there would be big trouble.
"Here! I am the prison guard in charge of Weier!"
Harder, who was standing at the back, raised his arms as much as possible, trying to attract Dawai who was at the front.
After a moment, Harder pushed open Weir's single cell with a joyful expression, his eyes showing excitement.
"Vell, you can be saved!"
"What?"
Weir, who was curled up in the corner, uttered doubts. Although she couldn't see, she could still feel Hader's excitement from her words.
Harder didn't explain, just picked up Weir's petite figure and sprinted 100 meters.
"Huh?"
Weier only felt her body being lifted up, the strong wind whistling in her ears, and soon she returned to normal.
(End of chapter)