Unbelievable Betrayal (8)
Unbelievable Betrayal (8)
A dim cell where faint sunlight falls through the gaps of iron bars.
In that filthy place where an octagonal spiderweb hangs in the corner of the ceiling.
Hector Dirtykent was tapping the prison wall with his only hand, making a tuk tuk sound.
Wearing shabby prisoner clothes, whenever he dug out the stone surface with his fingers, tiny pebbles fell to the ground.
Tuk, tuk, tuk.
When he first discovered this phenomenon, Hector had held expectations.
A vague expectation that if he used this well, he might be able to escape from this wretched place.
But that vain hope soon shattered.
Because he noticed the existence of a seamless barrier created by magic that enveloped beyond the prison's outer walls.
"......Fuck."
Soon Hector spat out a curse and kicked the pile of pebbles irritably.
Although nearly a month had passed since he was transported here, the bleak and harsh prison life was still utterly terrible for Hector.
Hector let out a sigh no one heard, and once again recalled that unforgettable day.
'That fucking bitch.......'
Looking back now, he should have been suspicious.
No matter how much he held hostages, it made no sense that the Goddess of Vengeance, praised as a noble beauty, was caught so easily by him.
But Hector at that time, who was completely intoxicated by the goddess's beauty and figure, couldn't think that far.
At that time, in Hector's head, there was only the base desire to rape and defile the goddess before him.
'That fucking bitch.......'
When he went to hand over the restrained Goddess of Vengeance to the boss of the human trafficking organization he belonged to.
Hector barely suppressed the desire to rape her by mobilizing all his patience.
Because if he touched the goddess before the boss, he would not escape death.
There was also some conviction that the fruit he would pluck after enduring hardship would be sweeter.
The boss had promised that if he captured the goddess, he would give him the chance to rape that bitch second.
Although he caught her himself, Hector was a bit displeased that he wasn't the first.
For Hector, who had nothing to rely on, the organization's backing was necessary, so he had no choice but to be satisfied with that.
He never even imagined that such a thing would happen right after handing over the goddess.
"If I'd known it would be like this, I should have touched her ass at least......."
Hector, who had been opening and closing his hand while reaching into empty air, muttered that with a voice full of regret.
The sexy hips of the Goddess of Vengeance, covered in fantastic black leather pants, still seemed to flicker before his eyes.
"......Huh?"
Just as he was vainly recalling the goddess's ripe body that he could no longer reach even if he stretched out his hand.
The figure of someone standing outside the prison belatedly came into view.
"Uh?"
Hector first thought he was seeing things.
But no matter how much he rubbed his eyes with his dusty hand, the existence beyond the iron bars did not blur.
Only then did Hector open wide his eyes that had been weighed down by fatigue.
"T-T-Thanatos-nim......?!"
Hector, having confirmed the face of the extraordinary being not far away, jumped in fright on the spot.
When the empress with captivating beauty stared at him with a peculiar gaze.
Hector immediately knelt down and bowed his head to the floor.
"As expected, you don't seem to be reflecting on your actions, do you?"
The Goddess of Death, who held the power of life and death over him, let out a low sigh and clicked her tongue briefly.
Then Hector trembled all over and secretly bit his lip.
It seemed that his muttering just now had been heard by her ears.
'Goddammit!'
Hector deeply cursed his endless misfortune in his heart.
Moreover, Hector was now at a crossroads of fate between death sentence and life imprisonment.
A blasphemous remark that should never have been made was delivered intact to the goddess outside the bars.
"Really, you are incredibly lucky."
Just as Hector was floundering in a swamp of despair from which it was hard to escape, Thanatos suddenly uttered those words.
At that meaningless mutter, Hector unconsciously lifted his head slightly and blinked his eyes.
"Or perhaps this is all fate......."
"Yes......?"
As Thanatos continued with incomprehensible remarks, Hector tilted his head and couldn't hide his dumbfounded expression.
"I'll make you one proposal."
Thanatos, wearing a bitter smile, continued speaking while looking at the prisoner lying flat in the cell.
"A proposal you absolutely cannot refuse......."
What followed was an utterly unbelievable story.
An indescribable shock came over Hector's face upon hearing it.
*
Two days later, in a quiet outskirts area of the Mercenary City of Aronshied.
I came out around dusk and was blankly waiting for someone.
"......."
According to what I had heard earlier, he should be arriving about now, but for some reason, the surrounding streets were extremely quiet.
Just as I was starting to get a little impatient, wondering if something had gone wrong.
A silhouette that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar finally appeared in the distance.
"Huh? You're already out~?"
A man who couldn't be called handsome even as a flattery cheerfully waved and strode toward me.
"Long time no see, Hero-nim~."
The sole survivor of the human trafficking organization that was completely defeated in the slums of Crezel that day.
Hector Dirtykent genuinely welcomed the reunion with me.
"......You're a bit late."
"Ah, sorry. The outside air I'm tasting after a long time was so refreshing that I ended up enjoying it a bit, hehe."
Hector Dirtykent takes a deep breath and shows a wry smile.
Originally, Hector, who had committed both human trafficking and blasphemy, could not get out of prison until death no matter what.
That Hector could now enjoy the feeling of being released from prison so comfortably was thanks to Thanatos, who had been asked by me, pulling strings behind the scenes.
"Then shall we get going soon?"
"Yeah......."
As I nodded slightly and immediately started walking, Hector hummed a tune and closely followed beside me.
I moved my legs busily and glanced at Hector's limbs.
The right prosthetic leg that had been broken that day was replaced with a different one, and on his left hand, which had been cut off by Nemesis, an expensive-looking prosthetic hand was attached.
In particular, unlike the previous one that was shaped like a cane, this one had the shape of a proper foot.
"By the way, is that story really true?"
Hector, who had been silently matching my stride, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"I heard the circumstances, but I can hardly believe it."
Hector added that with a dubious voice and looked at me with suspicious eyes.
Considering what he must have been told, it wasn't unreasonable to react like this.
"It's true, so don't worry......."
I stared straight ahead and instilled certainty.
Upon hearing that answer, Hector smirked and emitted a sickening ridicule.
"Then that's a relief."
When a filthy sense of expectation showed on Hector's face, a sense of self-loathing that felt like a stab to my conscience gouged my chest.
And just then, the small bag Hector was carrying came into my view.
"By the way, what's that bag?"
When I asked that because the ambiguous bag, just big enough for one water bottle, oddly bothered me.
Hector answered immediately with an unpleasant smile.
"It contains something very important prepared for today. If I tell you in advance, it won't be fun, so don't dig too deep, keke~."
Hector held the bag with both hands as if it were a treasure, deliberately stimulating my curiosity.
Thus, chatting about trivial nonsense with no substance, we soon reached our destination located in the city center.
Finally arriving right in front of the lodging, I swallowed dryly and opened the front door myself with my sweaty hand.
As the door slowly opened, Nemesis, dressed in casual clothes, greeted us from beyond.
"Ooh!!"
Hector, entering the lodging, confirmed the Goddess of Vengeance and immediately let out an exclamation on the spot.
Nemesis, who had been crossing her arms, avoided Hector's piercing gaze and made a brief unpleasant expression.
For her, this situation must have been the worst conceivable reunion on earth.
"R-real Nemesis...... Hmph, hmm! But this much is still insufficient."
Hector, who seemed not to have completely dismissed his suspicion, cleared his throat and glanced at me.
When Hector wanted a perfect confirmation, I soon looked at Nemesis and opened my mouth.
"Nemesis, please......."
"......."
When I, who thought myself utterly pathetic, said that in a crawling voice.
Nemesis stared at me with eyes that were hard to read.
Nemesis, who remained still like that for a while, soon made a look of resignation and then closed her eyes.
And then, she slowly turned around on the spot, placed both hands on the wall behind her, and lowered her waist.
As her slender waist slowly lowered, her attractive lower body shone even more in proportion.
Soon, having completed the pose instructed beforehand, Nemesis began to shake her plump hips.
"Welcome, Hector Dirtykent......."
The decadent twerking of the Goddess of Vengeance.
That was the moment it was presented to the human scum she had personally judged not long ago.