… … You didn't know?
Everyone at the hostage scene had blank expressions.
Kirko, who was held hostage, and even Sikkeok himself, who was taking hostage, could not hide their absurdity.
Level 8 prisoner Shikkeok de Leviathan.
This is a manga released by Leviathan, a highly poisonous hermit.
A vicious criminal who almost caused a terrible pandemic throughout the empire.
He is a person of interest who was unable to completely control his viciousness even while wearing BDSM handcuffs that restrain his mana and physical power.
It is because of plagues and poisons transmitted through sweat, saliva, blood, and even breath.
The risk was assessed to be equivalent to that of level 9 prisoners such as 'Megidio', 'Lord Griffin', 'Aurora', 'Snowwhite', and 'Cinderella', all of whom were at severe risk.
Because of this, opinions were often expressed among some high-ranking guards that it would be better for Sikyuk to be imprisoned at Level 9 in the first place.
To that extent, he is a burdensome inmate among the guards and, at times, an inmate who is even avoided to the point of fear.
But you accepted and smoked cigarettes offered by such a monster without hesitation? Without any certainty? Is that just a low-level prison guard?
This is exactly what the guards are surprised about.
This is absolutely impossible with ordinary guts.
We have already gone far beyond the realm of inhumanity. Unless you're desperate to die.
He asked as if it were absurd.
"… … "Didn't you know this and say it?"
"No, I didn't know."
Bikir answered while puffing on a cigarette.
It's true that I didn't know. But of course it wasn't like gambling with his life.
Anyway, Madame Eight Legs' poison, which can eat all poisons and pestilences, flows inside Vikir's body.
'After Madame catches and eats numerous poisons, she piles up the extract in her poison bag and concentrates it.'
It doesn't matter what kind of plague you have.
No matter how bad it is, how poisonous it is, or how scary it is, the moment it enters Vikir's body, it is simply reduced to Madame's prey.
Bikir, who knew this, calmly put a cigarette in his mouth.
However, as a person who did not know that, it was impossible to understand the intentions of the low-ranking guard in front of him.
"I don't know what I'm looking at."
Shikkeot shrugged his shoulders as if it were absurd.
And then he threw Cirko, who was clutching his neck, far away.
… bang!
Kirko spewed blood and sprawled on the floor.
"Wow!"
His ribs and collarbone were seriously injured, and he could barely breathe due to strangulation, so his face was pale.
However, it is not an ordinary skill to immediately stand up the moment you touch the floor, adjust your posture, and pull out your sword.
If it were a normal low-level jailer, he would have just stretched it out.
'… … Of course, as long as he doesn't die in vain in a nameless battle, it is a talent that will make him famous in the future.'
Bikir glanced at Cirko behind him and realized once again that his judgment was correct.
at that time.
"You guy. Do you like that bitch that much?"
A faint voice broke Vikir from his thoughts.
When Bikir turned his head to see what he was talking about, he was looking down in this direction as if he was pitiful.
"A guy risks his life just for a girl. Does he not know what it means to be held hostage by me?"
It seemed as though he understood that Bikir (to be exact, Garum, played by Bikir) was gambling with his life because of his love for Kirko.
Other guards seem to be taking it similarly.
"Did Garum like Kirko?"
"You didn't know? "That bastard always looked at Kirko a lot during roll call."
"But anyway, isn't that too reckless?"
"K-he's a real man. "You risk your life for the woman you have a crush on."
"What is a real man? What a jerk. "It's just a dog's death."
"Look - the eyes of the high-ranking guards have already changed. "It looks like they will push ahead with the suppression."
After hearing the guards whispering, Shikkeot snorted as if to say, "Look at it."
"You are a scapegoat. It becomes a misfortune and a throwaway card. Do you think those guard bastards who are forming a siege would care about the life of one of your low-ranking guards?"
"… … ."
"joy. but. He was so absorbed that he didn't even care about such things, so he must have smoked a cigarette with my blood on it. "You crazy guy."
Bikir thought for a moment.
'but. If it were Garum, it might really have been like that.'
The deep feelings he had for Kirko, which were written in Garum's diary, make me think that Garum could have sacrificed his life in place of Kirko.
But it wasn't Bikir.
The reason he came forward was to pursue thorough practical purposes.
"Okay then, let's start the conversation. "Please lower your voice from now on."
"… … Was there really something to talk about? "I didn't put on a show for your woman."
"Shut up and just listen."
Just as Bikir was about to open his mouth.
"Garm!"
There was a voice coming from behind.
Bikir and I turned our heads in surprise and saw Cirko holding his sword half-drawn.
"Bow!"
At the same time, a slash that flies in quickly.
… Flash!
Surprisingly, the aura had become denser and more concentrated, almost approaching a liquid state.
Was there an enlightenment at the crossroads of life and death?
In the meantime, Kirko, whose level had risen to the next level, performed a swordsmanship.
"Ugh!? "You idiot!"
Shikkeot was shocked.
Bikir also had to be quite embarrassed by this unexpected event.
But fortunately, Cirko's surprise attack was stopped by his fellow guards.
The female guards he had always been close with came rushing in and grabbed Cirko's arms and legs.
"Kirko! it's crazy!?"
"There are only two hostages!"
"Let's not let Garum's sacrifice be in vain!"
The guards rushing from behind grabbed the struggling Kirko and dragged him backwards.
It was quite a contrast to the situation where there was no one to stop Garum when he stepped forward.
"Hey, let go of this!"
Kirko was looking at Garm, wringing his hands.
A colleague who walked on his own feet towards the limb where he should have been, a man who risked his life to save himself.
Kirko's gaze as he looked at him was filled with only confusion, agitation, and urgency.
at that time.
"Don't come."
Bikir left a short message.
"… … !"
Kirko stopped struggling for a moment and made a blank expression.
Bikir struck again.
"It just gets in the way."
"B-but… … !"
"go. Rather, it helps."
A line to be drawn. However, that cold attitude was interpreted in the opposite way.
A resoluteness that even those who had criticized Garum's actions as reckless just a moment ago admired.
The resolute will to prevent further sacrifices, what a dazzling spirit of sacrifice.
Soon, Cirko became quiet with a sullen expression, and tension began to flow again in the guard's siege.
Even among high-ranking guards, stories began to emerge.
"That junior guard, your guts are amazing. Are you risking your life for your motivation?"
"The eyes are alive. It's like looking back at my days as a low-level jailer. Even back then, it was love for my classmates and love for my country."
"Losing such a talented person is a huge loss."
"They said his name was Garum. "This is the guy who has been ranked No. 1 in the end-of-month evaluation among low-level guards for the past few months."
"Let's move on to rescuing as many hostages as possible. First, let's start by secretly approaching the personnel at the rear."
"We have already sent a special team to the ceiling."
… … but.
Bikir himself, who was the target of rescue, seemed to have no interest in the surrounding situation.
However, Bikir just walked calmly and stood next to Shikkeot.
Instead, they were taken hostage, but the atmosphere was somehow different from Circo's time.
Anyway, we were finally alone together.
I quietly asked Bikir.
"her… … "At this point, I'm a little excited to see what kind of conversation we're going to have."
"It's nice to be intimate. Now let's get to the point."
Bikir continued speaking in a low voice that could only be heard.
"Level 10 construction must proceed. "If you interfere like this, construction will slow down."
"… … "Is that really the point?"
"Yes. Level 1 construction should proceed as scheduled. "We were delayed a day because of your riot."
"What are you saying, you crazy person? "You guys are the ones to worry about that. What do I know?"
Shikkeot could not hide his absurdity and anger.
But Bikir remained calm.
Bikir put a finger to his lips as if telling him to be quiet and continued speaking in an even smaller and lower voice.
"If construction is delayed, it will be a loss for you as well. "The timing is the moment the blue sphere in the center of the Level 1 construction area explodes, but if construction is delayed, you will have to wait here even longer."
"… … wait? what? "What does timing mean?"
"What can you do, you idiot?"
When I asked in a curious tone, Bikir scolded me briefly as if I was pitiful.
Upon hearing those words, Shikkeok's eyes instantly turned red.
I didn't like the idea of being psychologically embroiled in a low-ranking guard, Naboorangi, but I was even told that I was stupid.
That too, to 'idiot galum' and the like.
The moment when you just throw away everything, including a conversation, and explode.
Unbelievable words came out of Bikir's mouth.
"It's time for the queen to save you."
It was a line that was enough to make Shikkeot's body freeze.