Chapter 32: 32 31st Statement of "Capture of a Prisoner" and "Turn of a Fireboat" (Chinese only)

Impudents. I will give you time. Time to repent of your impiety and sin, and to do penance to our God.

And with that, the woman called the Saint turns on her heel and heads back to the chapel. Well, she doesn't seem to be interested in us at all. I guess she thinks we're pilferers at best. Well, that's the truth.

A room piled high with books and littered with knickknacks. In the corner of the room where Fiorato La Volgograd had just stepped merrily, we were now in our place.

Next to her was Fialaert, his back hunched over and his eyes very moist. Every limb seemed to have an element of tragedy in it. For example, her weeping cheeks were wet with grief, and her shoulders were pale and frightened like those of a ghost.

But this is not at all unreasonable. After all, there were many decapitated officials stalking around the room who wanted to kill him, and the way out was far away. And even more so when your hands are tied behind your back.

I wish I had the guts to wipe away her tears, even though she's not my favorite. After all, I'm dressed exactly the same. At best, I can only stick my head out.

A candlestick made of hexenbiest fat, made of ceramic, is placed in front of us as if to watch us. The shadows created by the flickering flames are lying on the wall, so that if we move even a little, they can see us.

So, how long do we have to live?

We're going to die, we're going to die," I whispered to the guards, wetting my dry lips.

No response. It seems that the guards know not to speak to the prisoners.

Well, even if they could talk, I don't think they would negotiate or pay for it. After all, the other party is the Knights of the Order of the Coat of Arms, a famous army of fanatics in history, and their party.

I let out a big, gloomy sigh as if to twist it out of my lungs.

The situation is not good. Very bad. The reason there were fewer men than before was because they had gone to capture the other intruders, namely Caria and Held Stanley. Of course, they won't be caught. They're not so soft that they're easy to catch, even against the best of them. I'm well aware of that. Besides, there's a chance they saw me and Fialat trapped and are heading back to town.

So the problem is all on our side. I'm sure they're keeping us alive as a way to deal with the rest of the intruders, or to torture us into giving up information later. The former is more likely, since we've been tied up and left for now. Of course, it could be both.

But even if that's the case, they have their own problems to deal with. I don't feel comfortable with the idea that I will live or die in the palm of their hands.

Herto...... Hertoo...... help me......

And Fialaat, next to me, is not going to last much longer in this state. Her cheeks are repeatedly wet with the moisture leaking from her eyes, and she keeps calling out to Herdt Stanley with a vacant expression.

I hadn't seen her like this in my travels before. I hadn't expected to see her so distraught, let alone leaning so heavily on Heldt.

Her eyelids trembled for a moment, and she felt her forehead heat up. Well, he's certainly a dependable guy. I could see in my mind's eye that he would be able to solve the problem easily, even at a time like this. Unlike me, who was caught in the middle of nowhere, unable to do anything.

I'm not sure what to do. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure it's a good idea. The shadows only flickered slightly.

The only good thing about this situation was that they hadn't found out that Fialat was a sorceress.

She doesn't have a single spell or visible mark on her. And sorcerers don't tend to keep dirty adventurers like me around. If you haven't noticed me yet, this is a good opportunity.

A simple rope like this can be burned off by a firerat pulling on the wind currents or by creating a spark. The more free we are, the more we can do. It's not like we're going head-on, like we did before.

At my words, Fialaat paused for a moment, then muttered something. The flames of a hexenbiest's fat shine on his weeping cheeks.

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You can't ....... I can't do that in this situation.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. She first blinked at him, then wrinkled her brow and opened her mouth.

No, it doesn't mean you can't. I just need a little magic to control it. You're a genius, you can do it. ......

"So what's a genius? Are you mocking me ...... or are you just making fun of me at this point?

The words are throwaway, blunt, and irrelevant.

As she finished, Fialaat burst into tears again. And when her cheeks were all wet, she gave a look of self-mockery.

This is too much. This is too much. I've never seen anything like it, or even imagined it. The Fyarat. The sorcerer.

I, ......, have never been able to do anything as well as anyone else since I was a child. I've been able to do a lot of things with less dexterity than most people, though.

I can't possibly use magic in such a situation where I can't even concentrate on my stipend," he said. Fialat said in a thin voice.

My head became empty. Nothing came to mind, and her lips did not speak. For a while, I couldn't really digest her words.

I've never been able to do that like anyone else. She was... Fiorato la Volgograd. Bollocks. She was by far the most versatile person on the journey to salvation, and she did everything better than anyone else. At least, oh at least, the woman who always tried to be would be Fearat.

And yet, what is this girl? A girl so small, so frightened, so shaken, so frail that she could fly away.

She can't do it anyway. I can't do it. I keep giving up. There's no way I can do it. I was so desperate that I even studied at the academy and finally ended up here, only to die in vain. It's a stupid end. Oh, I'm sure I'm the laughing stock of the family.

My head hurts. I keep giving up. Don't be silly, you know whose line that is.

Wasn't she revered in Galuamaria as a brilliant woman? At least that's what I've been told.

What the hell is going on? Has the story been twisted in some way I don't know about? Or is it possible that Fialaert was always this way, and that something happened to her that caused her to change?

As I began to formulate words in my mouth to stifle Fialaat's self-mutilation. The words spilled from her small lips.

"What the hell can you do when your rope is cut?

It was as if she was taking it out on me. Her voice was tearful and slurred, like the words of a sobbing child.

I narrowed my eyes and took in the words. His spine is immobile as if pierced by something cold, and before he knows it, his eyelids are peeled back. My body is tense, my blood flowing through my body like a fever of its own.

It's the same. You're the same. There's nothing you can do. You can't do anything. You're trapped like this, barely waiting for help to come. ......

The thought was so beautiful. I picked up every single one of those choppy voices and forcibly put them together in my head. The heartbeat was no longer submerged, but rang out, roaring across the world.

"Oh, I wish it was ...... Herdt, Herdt Stanley who got caught with me!

He felt a fearful emotion crawling up from his heels, his fingertips, and even from the tips of his hair.

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