BDSM.
A mysterious substance that binds the mana and power of prisoners trapped in the Nouvelle Vague.
Bikir once had a vague guess that its material might be plants.
-Title: 'Daylily Lumberjack'
↳ Deals enormous additional damage to monsters in plant form.
The duration of various conditions such as provocation, confusion, blindness, bleeding, burns, poison, etc. is slightly longer.
This is because this restraint, which could not be broken no matter what he did, was destroyed with the power of 'Daylily Lumberjack', a title he obtained from the Maw Tree.
And Bikir felt that his guess was correct.
The girl in front of him was of a higher rank than any guard Vikir had ever met.
He was even a 'Brigadier General', one level higher than the colonel rank of Suwarena Dordium, who was the head of the prison.
Brigadier General BDSM.
On the outside, she looks like a young girl, but her contents are completely different.
A being with the power and cunning of an old tree.
Yes. Her race was a being called 'Ent' or 'Dryad'.
If the beings between animals and humans are 'beast people,' then the beings between plants and humans are Ents.
'… … I knew it. It is correct to say that all five wardens are not human, but similar to humans.'
It was just as Bikir thought.
Dordium was a saltwater crocodile-type beastman, Suware was a mixed race of elf and dwarf, and Vidism in front of him was an Ent.
Meanwhile, BDSM was looking at Bikir in front of him with curiosity.
"I came here to see who broke my handcuffs. "So it was you?"
It seems that BDSM can feel when the handcuffs it made are destroyed.
Shrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The five fingers at the end of BDSM's arms seemed to stretch out like vines, but then they turned black and turned into a chain shape.
"How did you break it? "Try again."
As soon as B.D.M. finished speaking, a chain of vines erupted from her body and rushed towards Vikir like a snake.
Chakang! Chakang! Chakang!
At the end of the chain, handcuffs and shackles were interlocked like the jaws of a snake.
Once you are bitten by that, the BDSM restraint will be filled and your mana and power will be sealed.
Of course, Vikir had the power to destroy it.
However, it was unsettling to have the flow of mana cut off even for a brief moment of less than a second, so I just backed away and avoided all of BDSM's attacks.
BDSM pulled out more vines as the medicine improved.
"Fight properly! Are you looking at me too!?"
She was quite angry for some reason.
It seemed like they were misunderstanding why Bikir was only avoiding the fight instead of fighting head-on.
Papdeuk-
The sound of tree bark rubbing came out of BDSM's mouth.
Vines that are as hard and elastic as extremely concentrated rubber fly in like whips, targeting Vikir.
The blow at the moment of impact was a blow, but the attack that came after it was even more annoying.
"This is all because of Prison Warden Orca! Because of that old man, everyone is overprotective and treats me like a child! Why is treatment so different from flubber!?"
I don't know what you're talking about, but I have a vague idea why there are so many complaints.
Even though Bikir had ample opportunity to counterattack, he continued to retreat to avoid BDSM's attacks.
And he gently scratched her nerves.
"Go and call your guardian. "Are you too young to fight?"
"what!? "I must have lived a hundred years longer than you!"
"I don't fight with the opposite sex. "Go away."
"I have both male and female genders!"
"… … ."
So why on earth is this girl so overprotected?
After thinking for a moment, Bikir opened his mouth.
"It's a precious resource of the Nouvelle Vague, so you should save yourselves. "What if there is a disruption in the production and maintenance of BDSM restraints?"
"… … !"
"Do you think that if you die, the remaining restraints will all lose their power?"
"… … ! … … ! … … !"
Looking at BDSM's surprised expression every time Bikir continued, that was the correct answer.
Soon, her expression grew into uncontrollable irritation.
"So what are you asking me to do?" Stop telling me to save my body! I'm so sick of this! "I have freedom too!"
It seems that BDSM lives a life of confinement in a closet because of the production and maintenance of restraints.
And it seems like he is under a lot of stress because of that.
'Well, I know because I lived as a prisoner. The frustration of Nouvelle Vague.'
Bikir dodged somersaults to avoid the swinging whip and landed opposite the fish farm.
Suddenly, Bikir had a question and asked BDSM.
"But how did someone who is so overprotective end up here?"
"joy. "That's right, Orca, because the old man was away."
Orca, the prison warden of the Nouvelle Vague.
Now that I think about it, I have never seen Bikir's face since he entered the Nouvelle Vague.
"I heard the ground has been devastated these days? There were so many felons to send to the Nouvelle Vague that the old man was sent on a long-term mission to the ground? We have to face some kind of huge 'disaster' or something… … "What are you talking about?"
BDSM was quite talkative, perhaps because he spent a long time alone.
Even against Bikir, who spoke little, I could tell by the way he continued to mutter to himself.
"Recently, there seems to be an uproar over whether it is the devil or the gate. Hmm, things on earth are really complicated."
"… … !"
Bikir, who has a quiet personality, gained a lot of information from BDSM's chatter, which spewed out unasked questions.
Bikir could barely suppress the feeling of slight impatience in his heart.
'The devil and the gate. The era of destruction is fast approaching.'
This was all predicted in advance. And you can't save everyone anyway.
Just save those who can't be left to die as much as possible.
… … The movement of the great devils.
… … Gate of destruction.
… … The monsoon season of fear.
… … Poseidon.
… … And Nouvelle Vague.
Bikir grouped together the keywords that came to mind.
And then took action.
"First, let's start with the enemy in front of us."
When your head is complicated, the answer is to tackle the task at hand first.
… Flash!
Vikir awakened and summoned the magic sword Beelzebub for the first time in a long time.
Beelzebub, who was able to breathe the outside air for the first time in a while, was expelling a dark red aura as if his strength was surging.
There was no need to use the Sword Master's unique solid aura.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsu… …
A gas aura that can be easily created even by an expert level.
Vikir converted all of his aura into gas form and sprayed it.
"Heh, what is it? Are you an expert? With just such an attack... … omg!?"
BDSM, which had been running towards the gas aura that spread like a haze, swallowed the wind in vain.
Gas is just gas, flaccid and weak.
But the scale was the problem.
The gaseous aura emitted by Vikir began to cover an enormous area, like water fog covering an entire mountain.
It was a level that a typical expert-level swordsman could not even dream of.
Damn it! Damn it!
You can hear the sound of anchors and ropes breaking or breaking throughout the aquarium.
Each molecule of the slashing fog created by Vikir was like a sharp weapon of death.
'When fighting 1:1, the Sword Master's solid aura is good, but when laying waste to a wide area, the Expert's gas aura is more effective.'
Vikir had no intention of killing Bidism.
This is because once we learned about her identity and power, there were endless ways to use it.
'… … 'Still alive.'
The power of BDSM, which I experienced firsthand, was something I could handle.
So, in order to subdue Bidism without killing him, Vikir covered the wide area with a slashing fog.
It was the basis of a hunting dog, a technique that gradually drove the prey into a corner.
"Ugh!"
As all the space around BDSM was covered with Vikir's slashes and aura, there was no room to even step back.
Now there was only one path she could choose.
aquarium. It goes into the seawater pool where the balloon eels are raised.
… … at last.
with a plop!
BDSM dived deep into the water puddle.
Bikir felt that everything had gone according to plan.
'Plants are weak to salt.'
Usually, when plants are exposed to excessive salt, the tips of their leaves turn black and eventually die.
Ents and dryads were also weak to salt, as they were beings whose source of life depended on plants.
Moreover, the water here is ultra-deep water, 10,000 meters below the sea.
It was a bittern that felt sticky because it was extremely concentrated in salt.
with a plop!
Vikir jumped into a pool of sea water to capture the weakened Bidism alive.
A few balloon eels approached, thinking they had run out of food, but they were cut to pieces in an instant by Bikir's slash.
'… … 'Where are you?'
Vikir looked around to find BDSM, who was sinking somewhere and weakening.
Right then.
"Hohoho- are you looking for me?"
An alluring female voice came from somewhere.
"… … !"
The moment Bikir turns his head.
Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The BDSM vine, which was much thicker and tougher than before, flew in and wrapped Vikir's whole body.
The speed was incomparable to that of fighting on land.
BDSM appeared in front of Bikir, who opened his eyes wide at the unexpected situation.
Her appearance with her hair flying in the extremely salty salt water was quite different from before.
The body that has suddenly matured and the face that used to be that of a child are nowhere to be seen.
Vikir, seeing that Bidism's power had increased significantly, had to admit that he had made a mistake.
"… … Was it a seaweed-type Ent?"
Who would have thought that being dragged into the seawater would actually be a handshake.