Crunch! Crunch! Thud!
The heavy iron bars closed with an ominous sound. This is the Capital Correction Headquarters. Although it appeared to be a prison, it was actually a giant mine. Those sentenced here would have a hellish experience until their release.
"I am not a dog!"
The inmate who had just arrived screamed, clutching the bars. His behavior was filthy, with venom still in his eyes.
This bastard's true identity was none other than Skylar Sierra. The one who was spewing insults was me.
"The rich want more, so they resort to human trafficking. And the nobles who accept it are truly a sight to behold."
Strictly speaking, the entire Sierra aristocracy should have been punished.
But if they insist that they bought it without knowing, that's the end of it.
Because this is a world where slavery is legal. In fact, putting Skylar in jail was a huge deal.
