Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 68
Viscount Bothaman (2)

‘Ben Bothaman?’

She was the daughter of a nobleman, her silvery-white hair flowing beautifully. The third daughter of the Baron of Eleanor.

Avienna Eleanor.

The moment he laid eyes on her, Ben fell in love. But she was a noble’s daughter, and he was a street orphan.

A barrier of background.

The only way to overcome it was to become a knight. Ben left the Eleanor Estate to become a knight.

He was lucky enough to become a knight’s squire.

Under his tutelage, Ben endured all manner of bullying and insults as he trained to become a knight.

Many years passed.

Ben returned to the Eleanor Estate and was inducted into the Knights of the House of Eleanor.

‘Avienna….’

He was so excited to see her again, but there was a man he didn’t recognize standing next to her.

“Marek, you’re too funny.”

“Want to hear one more?”

Avienna looked so happy next to Marek, and it made him jealous.

‘I should be next to her….’

Ben bit his lip as he looked at Avienna, who was laughing with someone other than him.

‘You’re mine, Avienna.’

The next day, Ben reached out to Avienna and told her about the past.

The boy she’d given the bread to.

Ben told her it was him, and she looked at his face in surprise as she remembered.

“Really, that boy was you?”

“It’s been a while.”

So, while he was building rapport with Avienna, he did some background investigation on Marek. He needed to know who he was and if he’d be able to kill him.

Marek Casino.

A suspicious man who had joined the Knights of the Eleanor estate a year ago, with no record of his past.

Ben took advantage of this.

He’d told Avienna to be careful with Marek because he was suspicious, but she’d shaken her head in denial.

“He’s a nice guy, don’t say that.”

“Avienna, he’s nothing but a….”

“That’s enough. If you’re going to talk to him like that, don’t ever call me again.”

From then on, Avienna drew a line in the sand.

Before long, she had married Marek.

He was really angry.

He was furious at Lord Eleanor for allowing Avienna to marry this unknown Marek. Only by killing him would he be able to let go of this anger.

So he killed him.

While burning Lord Eleanor’s corpse, he thought. As he still didn’t know the guy’s identity, he assumed Avienna was sticking close to him.

‘Marek, I’m going to expose who you really are.’

Ben spent a long time spying on Marek and found out that he was actually from Magnes.

He was part of a criminal organization.

Ben laughed like a maniac for the rest of the day. He made plans to put Marek in the fires of hell.

He made it happen.

“Marek Casino, you are under arrest as a spy for Magnes.”

He succeeded in getting Marek arrested.

However, in the process, an accident claimed the life of Avienna.

‘Take care of my child.’

In her dying moments.

Avienne’s eyes were focused on Ben.

Ben was overjoyed that her eyes were fixed on him. Accepting her child, he promised.

“Trust me.”

Ben took over the Eleanor Estate and became Baron Bothaman, growing the Estate and rising to the rank of Viscount.

Avienna’s daughter continues to age.

The child looked more and more like Avienna, and Ben felt a twinge in his chest every time he saw her.

A stabbing yearning.

A man approached Ben.

‘There’s a spell in a Black Grimoire. If you can obtain it, you can bring back the woman you want.’

Since then, Ben has focused on finding the Grimoire.

Although it had taken him a long time.

He finally succeeded in obtaining the grimoire.

*Zap!* *Bzzzttt* *Zaaappp!*

The magic circle spewed out black sparks, spreading in all directions.

Avienna’s daughter lay on the bed.

Looking at Ellie, he raised his hands and recited a spell written in the Black Grimoire.

A preparatory spell to empty the soul, to make it a vessel to contain a new soul.

“…pristine as the beginning of time…….”

*BOOM!* *CRASH!* *RUMBLE!*

While he was chanting, the castle collapsed. His concentration was broken and the spell he was chanting instantly dissipated.

“Who dares to……!”

The faces of two men came into Ben’s view.

One was the new prison guard from Burning Hell he’d met a few weeks ago, and the other was Marek Casino, the man who was supposed to be locked up in Burning Hell.

“H… How did you…….”

“Viscount Bothaman, you are under arrest for criminal activity.”

“That won’t do.”

He only needs to kill them.

Then he can restart the ceremony.

Ben Bothaman raised the demonic energy and recited the final incantation from the Black Book.

“Demon Baal, give me strength.”

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“As planned, I’ll take care of Bothaman.”

Marek nodded, then ran to his daughter, Ellie.

He turned his gaze back to Viscount Bothaman.

Pulsating demonic energy was flowing from all directions into Viscount Bothaman’s body.

He drew his sword and unleashed a fierce strike.

A blow filled with purifying power aimed at Viscount Bothaman, but a black shield appeared and blocked the attack.

*Kwazizik!*

The purifying power failed to penetrate the demonic energy.

“It’s… useless… how futile.”

Viscount Bothaman’s body rose up.

Demonic Energy flowed from every part of his body and flew toward him in the form of tentacles.

Tentacles that turned into sharp spikes.

They multiplied into dozens, then hundreds, then thousands of spiked tentacles, raining down on him from all directions at once.

“Phew!”

He steadied his form and used Storm Slash.

In one slow breath, he slashed at all the incoming tentacles.

*Squish!* *Squish!* *Squish!*

The tentacles were sliced to pieces, revealing a gaping hole in Viscount Bothaman’s body. Drawing on his remaining mana, he unleashed another Gale Slash.

*Clang!*

Once again, it was blocked by the black shield.

He continued to apply as much energy as he could, channeling the power of purification.

*Crack!*

The black shield slowly cracked.

He gripped the sword with his right hand, and with his left, he retrieved the holy water from his subspace pouch. He threw it at Viscount Bottaman.

*Sizzle!* *Sizzle!*

The melting black shield was cut through, and it sliced through Viscount Bothaman’s arm.

*Drip!* *Drip!* *Thud!*

Black blood splattered and his arm flew off.

“Keuuuuu!”

From the severed limb, a black tentacle shot out. He used his [Fairy Wings] to pull himself out of the way and slashed his sword.

The black shield that had been destroyed was restored to its original state. At the same time, the severed arm reattached itself to Viscount Bothaman’s forearm.

Self-healing.

Normally, in cases like this, he would have to look for a different target. He looked around, searching for anything unusual.

There must be a medium.

“Found it.”

A black magic grimoire lay at Viscount Bothaman’s feet. All the demonic energy was pouring out of it.

From the subspace pouch, he took out all the holy water.

He takes one of them into his mouth and throws the rest at Viscount Bothaman. The glass bottle smashed, and the holy water purified the demonic energy.

He took advantage of his temporary weakness.

He unleashed a flurry of slashes, splitting the Viscount’s black shield in the process. In the next instant, tentacles sprouted from the Viscount’s body.

He soared through the air using his Fairy Wings.

He looked down at the ground and felt the wind. In the silence, he flapped his tiny wings to create a stream of breeze and performed a slashing motion.

*Swish!*

Before the tentacles could react, the sword struck the grimoire.

The moment the tip of the sword touched the grimoire.

He channeled all of his purifying energy into the sword, breaking the vial in his mouth.

*Crunch!*

Holy water and purifying power poured out of his mouth and onto the black magic grimoire.

“Aaaaah!”

The demonic energy began to dissipate from Viscount Bothaman’s body as he writhed in pain.

Viscount Bothaman’s body that was floating in the air plummeted to the ground.

“Kuck.”

He got down from his height and handcuffed Viscount Bothaman’s arms.

‘Huuu….’

“I’m going to have to get someone to make me a pair of cuffs that will also suppress demonic energy.”

He dusted off his hands and turned around.

At that moment, an invited guest arrived.

Viscount Volta and a middle-aged man beside him. It’s a face he’s familiar with from the game. Count Horden, ruler of the western part of the Crane Kingdom.

He looked at me and asked.

“Did you send the letter?”

“That’s right.”

“To show me this?”

He nodded.

“Yes, That’s true”

“I don’t think you called me here to capture me. May I ask why you showed me this?”

It was black magic.

Viscount Bothaman is a noble in the strictest sense of the word.

A man who would succeed Horden as the next Count.

It would be a great accomplishment to catch him alone.

Viscount Bothaman was too poisonous for him to handle alone.

“There’s a famous saying where I come from. “In your later years, beware the falling leaves.”¹

The Count of Horden is on his way to becoming a Duke.

If the events of Viscount Bothaman were to occur, the duke’s title would be in jeopardy, and the resentment could be directed at him.

He wanted to avoid that.

“I’ll report the matter as having been resolved with the Count’s help, and you’ll ascend to the Duke’s position without incident.”

“Why would you do this?”

“I just wanted to make a small friendly connection.”

Count Horden nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Redin.”

“I will remember that name.”

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After subduing Viscount Bothaman.

Before he left for Burning Hell, he spoke briefly with Marek.

“Are you okay?”

Marek’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at his daughter unconscious beside him.

Redin handed him a potion.

“Give her this and she’ll recover quickly.”

Marek composed himself and spoke.

” I received a lot of help from you, thank you so much.”

“Your daughter may not trust you right now. It’s been a traumatic time and you were separated when she was little, so you’ll have to approach her slowly and take your time.”

“I will.”

Marek, who had been fiddling with the potion, looked up at him and flashed him a sad expression.

“I want to repay you, so if there’s anything you need me to do, do it. I’ll do it even if it costs me my life.”

“You should live a long life with your daughter.”

“…….”

“I have a favor to ask, but it won’t require your life.”

“What is it.”

“Go to Reto the coachman, and he’ll give you all the gold coins I’ve been saving up, and you can use them to build a merchant troupe and make as much money as you can.”

“Troupe? I have never done anything like that.”

The Black Hand of Midas.

Marek Casino.

In the game, he had clearly made a ton of money with a merchant troupe. He never did anything remotely considered illegal in the process.

“You could do it.”

“…Okay. I’ll do whatever you say and raise the Merchant Troupe.”

“And if you go to the Bordeaux Mansion, there’s a mage named Sophia, who developed the potion you’re holding in your hand.”

“Potion?”

“Yes. In the future, we’re going to mass-produce it and sell it, so all you have to do is give Sophia your full support so she can continue her research.”

“If I sell this to the nobles, I’ll get a lot of money…….”

In a very short time, he had already realized the essence.

In the game, he managed to build the colossal merchant troupe out of nothing, but now that he has a special item called a Potion, he’ll be able to speed things up even more.

He pulled a conch shell from his subspace pouch and handed it to Marek.

“We won’t be seeing each other much from now on, but if you need to contact me, you can do so through this.”

He demonstrated how to use it briefly.

“Can I ask what you plan to do with the money?”

Marek asked, and he nodded.

Marek and him were in the same boat now anyway.

“My goal is to become Warden of Burning Hell, and I need the approval of four of the six kingdoms to become Warden.”

“…….”

“I’m preparing for that.”

Marek nodded.

“You mean get acquainted with the nobles.”

Marek clarified.

“Exactly.”