#3 - The Phantom Thief Escaped More Easily Than Expected
#3 - The Phantom Thief Escaped More Easily Than Expected
-Squeak...! Clank!
-Thud!
The guards who had ravaged and enjoyed my body to their heart's content locked me in a warehouse, and then, a voice of an old man was heard from outside.
"Garald, guard it properly. She's a woman we have to hand over to the Knights."
"Yes...."
"And when the other guards come, open the door so they can blow off some steam. Got it?"
"Yes...."
Garald, who felt very different from my memories, was guarding the front of the warehouse room, and I somehow shook off the pleasure that had completely dominated my body and stood up.
"Haa... haaaa... ha... ha...."
Even so, my body is trembling. Gasping breaths are coming out, and it felt like something hot inside me was gradually encroaching upon my body.
But I have to overcome it now. I have to overcome it, and get out of here somehow.
I took a deep breath, exhaled, and checked my surroundings.
The surroundings were a perfect sealed room, literally a real sealed room.
There were no vents or anything, it was just a warehouse where they shoved random junk, but that's precisely why there's nothing I can do here.
Yes, literally, there is absolutely nothing I can do.
"How... do I... escape...."
A hole to get out? There's no such thing. The door firmly closed in front of me is the only escape route, and the one guarding that escape route is Garald.
That Garald who doesn't even communicate.
Can I use teleportation magic? No, if I were capable of such magic, I wouldn't have done this troublesome phantom thief work in the first place.
I would have just zipped in and out, stolen the item, and ran away.
Let's check again.
I was checking the escape route while moving very slowly, little by little, afraid of being caught by Garald.
The certainty I had at the end of that check was....
"... There really is no escape route."
It means there is no escape route at all. Even if there were one, it would be a mouse hole, but no matter how much it's me, escaping through a mouse hole is impossible.
Then what should I do? The only thing I can escape through is the door.
The door.
The door.
The door....
...... The door?
Just in case, I asked Garald a question.
"Um... excuse me... Garald-nim...."
"......."
No answer. Is it total ignorance? It probably is. He won't even try to talk to me.
What did I do in here just a moment ago.
Alright, then let's ignore Garald and use the other personnel wandering around outside.
To be precise, the 'guards who come to blow off steam.'
There are guards who will come into this room to violate me.
I'll use those guards.
Naturally, selling my body or bribing them with money is impossible. The moment they caught me, I became a fleshlight that could be violated as much as they wanted, and the bounty would be guaranteed as well.
In the first place, both of those are outside my consideration. Even if I've already been defiled by an unknown guard, I don't want to sell my body, nor do I want to give them money.
Then what do I do?
It's very simple. There is one very simple method.
That is....
"...... Surprisingly, I have all the supplies."
As expected, it would be better to leave it as a surprise for that moment.
While preparing the last performance, the surprise, to be held here, I was convinced once again.
If I do this well, I think I can solve this without even lifting a finger.
Honestly, without this, there's no answer, there really isn't.
*
The private guards at the Karel estate were a nameless mercenary group.
A mercenary group that struggles even with proper dungeon raids. In fact, they are just street thugs, not even worthy of the name mercenary group. That was exactly what the Karel estate's private guards were.
Even what they got for coming to the Karel estate and doing private security was just 'basic food, clothing, and shelter, and a little money,' so that says it all.
To put it bluntly, if they were students from the Magic or Knight departments of the Academy, they could have wiped out these mercenary thugs.
The windfall that came to such incompetent people was none other than the woman called 'Phantom Thief Blanc,' who wore that phantom thief outfit and acted like she would steal the Silver Plate.
A figure where parts that should stick out do, and parts that should go in do, with firm, clean, soft, fair skin. A face that you'd think is beautiful at a glance, and reactions that invite fucking that stimulate the sadism that comes out every time you violate her.
For them, who couldn't even go to a decent brothel, the woman named Phantom Thief Blanc was an excellent fleshlight and an excellent target for venting their sexual desires.
Perhaps that was why, just 5 minutes after their employer left, two guards arrived at that underground warehouse.
"Hey, Garald. Open the door."
"I tasted her earlier, but I want to taste her again. Really, it was a taste I can't forget."
"It was tastier than the women at high-class brothels."
"You, have you even been to places like that?"
"Of course, I was quite the player back in the day."
When these street thugs, who took pride in taking women, left Garald behind and opened the door, what they saw was....
"Uh... hey! What is this!!"
"This is crazy...!!"
A flower that had already withered, with red flowers bloomed on the snow-white clothes that were torn but still remained.
A broken wine bottle next to it, and blood also stained on that wine bottle.
A body that didn't move at all, and no sound of breathing.
Just in case, I put my hand to her nose, but breath wasn't going in or out.
Yes, she had died.
Phantom Thief Blanc had been caught, became a plaything, was violated by countless men, and committed suicide rather than being sold as a slave.
"Hey Garald! How did this happen!"
"If something like this happened, you would have known!!!"
"Except for you all... not letting anyone pass... that is... my job...."
"You blockhead!!"
-Whack!
The guard hit Garald's head, and Garald staggered, then started standing guard at attention again. It was a sight where not even a shred of flexibility could be found.
"Hey, how's the skin?"
"It's cold, warmth remains, but it seems like it's been dead for quite a while."
"Haaaa... damn it!!"
-Bang!!
It all flew away.
From the plan to share the money from selling her as a slave with the Karel family after playing with and violating this high-quality woman several times, to the target to vent their sexual desires.
But the water was already spilled, and in the end, the two reported this fact to their employer, and the employer just nodded.
"Can't be helped. Take the corpse and dump it somewhere, then burn it. Absolutely do not burn it on Karel land."
""Yes!""
Since the disappearance of the threat itself was satisfying from the Karel family's perspective, the money they could have gotten from selling her as a slave was a waste, but they could just write it off as if it never happened.
The two guards carrying the corpse of the woman who could have been their money and sexual outlet just complained at their employer's order.
"Damn, I wanted to fuck her one more time."
"How about doing it with the corpse instead?"
"I don't have that kind of taste, you idiot."
"Me neither."
The two people giggling at each other while carrying the corpse to dump it.
The moment they got out of the mansion and went to the back door of the mansion.
"I don't have a preference for being violated by you all, either."
...... A voice that shouldn't have been heard was heard.
-Bzzzt!
-Zap!
"Aaaaaaah!"
"Ughhhhh...!"
The two mercenaries collapsed while trembling with screams, and the woman who was clearly a corpse. Phantom Thief Blanc was standing there.
"Thank you, you dirty gentlemen. Thanks to you, I was able to get out."
"You... you, you were dead..."
"There was... blood too...!"
"Ah, that? Thank you. I didn't bother to taste it. It was fake blood made by mixing things I had with wine. Be grateful, revealing a trick is a really special thing."
"You... you...!"
"I'll... I'll kill you... I'll kill youuu...!"
The guards who were enraged at Phantom Thief Blanc for deceiving them, but Blanc, looking at those guards, didn't bother to kill them. That didn't suit the phantom thief's creed.
"The paralysis will wear off in 5 minutes. It was something I cherished, I didn't know I'd use it like this."
Phantom Thief Blanc went back inside the door, and soon held something that was near the entrance in her hand.
The moment she held the object that looked like nothing, it changed its appearance in an instant.
The Silver Plate.
The Silver Plate that was presumed to be hidden by Phantom Thief Blanc was in her grasp.
"You two were really good volunteers."
Phantom Thief Blanc, who teased the two once more, recycled the magic she had prepared earlier.
"Karel family, I kept my promise. Before the three moons set, the Silver Plate has been claimed by me, Phantom Thief Blanc. I hope you had a pleasant night."
The final declaration using the loudspeaker magic, light magic, and mirror image magic she had installed in advance, and with that declaration, I escaped from the Karel estate.
With that Silver Plate in my arms.
The place I arrived at after escaping like that was....
"Huuuu...."
Inside the Academy dormitory.
As soon as I arrived inside the Academy dormitory, I washed my body with Clean magic, took off my clothes, and immediately undid the transformation magic.
Then, my true form, with plain brown hair and grayish-green eyes, completely different from when I was using transformation magic, was revealed.
Yes, my true form. It wasn't the form of Phantom Thief Blanc, but the form of Sheria.
-Thud!
As soon as I sat on the bed, I sighed even more.
Because it was so, so hard.
