The dungeons in Lordaeron are stinkier and damper than the cowsheds. However, these are not important. What is important is that it is dark here.
When the clanking copper door was closed, it was impossible to see anything. If Martin's earrings weren't flashing with lightning, I wouldn't be able to find him now.
"Martin!" I called him softly, but Harvard just gasped and didn't respond at all.
There seemed to be a lot of pebbles scattered on the wet and slippery ground, which hurt my knees. I couldn't help but think of Martin's bloody back. After a pause, I struggled to pick up his head and let him rest on my lap.
too dark.
It's too quiet.
This pure emptiness made my heart flutter, causing all kinds of fearful images to flow into my mind uncontrollably, making me feel like a frightened bird. Even a little bit of cold wind coming from nowhere would make me straighten my back and stare in vain at the surroundings where I couldn't see anything.
Oh...I think I want to cry...
I, I don't know what to do...
I don't know if Martin will die.
I don't know what will be waiting for us tomorrow.
I don't even know how to escape from here.
If, if they tortured Martin or even me again tomorrow, I... what else could I do besides yelling?
Is it possible that even if we die, no one will know?
Will it be until we are buried underground that my father will remember that he has not seen his daughter for what seems like a long time?
Could it be that it wasn't until we were reduced to a pile of rotten bones that Dallion realized that his companions hadn't appeared for a long time?
Will it be until our names are almost forgotten that Bridget remembers that she hasn’t heard from me in a long time?
oh! Holy light! Don't let this happen!
At least, at least there were a lot of city defense soldiers who saw us being brought here.
But will they be real knights? Or a true "knight"?
Wait, they seem to be worried about my medal.
However, unless some chivalrous soldier could reveal the news, it seemed to be of no use.
The soldiers who defend the city are not all Jupiter's men, right? !
I couldn't help but think of Fernando and those Ninos who were everywhere but nowhere to be found.
Could they have already infiltrated here, watching every word and deed of all of us from some corner where we see it?
So, maybe that's why Jupiter is holding me back for now?
oh! I hope so! This is simply the most comforting thing I have come up with so far!
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"Uh..." At that moment, Martin, who had been breathing heavily, suddenly groaned. I could feel his head turning in my lap.
Only a genius knows how much comfort a familiar voice can bring to a person in the dark.
"Martin? Martin!" I shouted happily and grabbed his shoulders.
"Ouch!" Unexpectedly, he screamed miserably, gasping and continued, "You opened my wound..."
I retracted my hand as if I was electrocuted. The palm of my hand was moist and smooth, and it was cool in the air. It exuded the sweet smell of blood. The feeling made my heart pick up, "Oh... God! I'm so sorry!"
"Oh..." He hissed in pain, raised his hand with great effort, but was exhausted and put it on my thigh, "...little, little girl...I, I feel like I'm going to die..."
"Holy light..." His words made me even more panicked. I held his finger firmly, "You are a magician, right? Bring out some light and let me see you!"
He took a deep breath, "...let...let me sit up..."
Martin is not a small man. His half-elf blood allowed him to inherit the height of the elves. It took a lot of effort for me to help him stand up like a soft leather bag. However, he had no strength at all and his head was He leaned weakly against my chest, and his hot breath made me almost push him to the other side.
"Little...little girl...listen carefully..." Just when I was gritting my teeth and hesitating whether to take action, he suddenly spoke, "...I may not be able to hold on tomorrow..."
"...It's impossible for them to dare to kill you..."
"Or, sell you?"
"...Sold me?!"
He let out a long sigh and turned his head in my arms, as if looking for a more comfortable position, "Do you think my mind is filled with Kodo feces?"
"……What?"
"Maybe your mind is full of kodo poop..."
"Can't you speak human language?"
"They want me to trick you, little girl, don't you hear that?"
That sentence made my heart skip a beat, and I subconsciously stared at the twinkling earrings on his earlobes, "...you mean..."
"That's what I said. Girl, I won't be able to hold on tomorrow. I may betray Selin, but I will never push a girl into a fire pit. If I die..."
"No, it's impossible!"
"It's really unbearable! How could Harvard die so easily?!" At that moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the innermost part of the dungeon, along with the jingling of chains.
Oh my God! Is there anyone else here? !
I suddenly knelt straight and exclaimed, "Who is there?!"
brush--
The dark purple arcane light ball also lit up at Martin's fingertips almost at the same moment, slowly rising into the air.
In the needle-like light, I saw a dark figure sitting cross-legged in the dark corner. He seemed to have been locked up here for a long time. His hair was long and messy, and his beard had completely covered his cheeks. However, his eyes were still exposed. Those eyes were like the sharpest swords, always looking at others. Above the critical point.
Under that kind of gaze, Martin, who had been lying softly on my chest, suddenly straightened up and looked straight there with bright eyes. How could he still look like he was about to die? !
