Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 74
Cerberus (1)

It’s been five days since the Hell War began.

A stadium was set up in the Kingdom of Resha.

Warden Rukel looked down at the two swordsmen dueling in the arena.

*Clang!*

*Bang!*

The expressions on the swordsmens’ faces as they exchanged blows were intense. While their personal honor was at stake, the honor of their nation rested on their shoulders.

*BAM!*

The sword of the swordsman on the left flew away.

Sensing defeat, the swordsman’s expression was not good.

On the other hand,

The expression on the right swordsman’s face as he pointed his sword at the left swordsman’s neck was bright. His mouth was gaping open.

“Kudron wins! This concludes the final four!”

The commentary echoed through the arena, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

“Waaaaaaaah!”

“The pride of the Crane Kingdom!”

“Let’s go all the way to first place!”

Rukel looked at them and felt a little disappointed; of the four tickets to the finals, not a single one was from Burning Hell.

‘Redin, Khan, Rebecca, Seria….’

They would have made it to the final four if they had participated.

But they had their own reasons.

Redin and Seria were out to get Terry, and Rebecca didn’t participate because of her identity.

Among them, Khan seemed the most promising, but…

He was unable to participate because he was working on a mission involving Magnes.

*Swoop!*

Rukel stood up from his seat.

As he exited the arena, his subordinate, who had been waiting outside, came up beside him.

“Did you get everything I told you about?”

“I’ve got the rank, the plaque, and the gift, but it’s only a short time until the final of the Hell War, are you sure it will be okay?”

“What’s not okay?”

“The things we prepared for Redin, and if he fails to capture Terry, everything we’ve prepared will go to waste.”

Rukel laughed lightly and walked away.

The final day of the Great Hell War.

After the awards ceremony for the winners.

The plan was to announce Redin’s accomplishment in front of a large crowd and ensure he got all the attention.

The mascot of Burning Hell.

With him, he wanted to announce the new formation of the organization and let people across the continent know that Burning Hell has changed.

But life doesn’t always work out the way you want it to.

Just as Burning Hell’s personnel did not fare well in the current Hell War.

“Any word from the 7th Division?”

“No further contact since the one about leaving for the Marne Forest.”

“Let’s head back.”

Rukel strode off in the direction of his lodgings.

He was quickly approached by someone in a Burning Hell uniform.

“Warden, I’ve just received word from the Special 7th Division.”

“Hoo, what did they say?”

“All have returned safely, and they’d like to meet with you in person to debrief you on the details.”

“I see.”

Rukel turned his head to look at his subordinate.

“We’ll proceed as originally planned.”

“Understood, but are you sure you’re okay with this, if we push Redin like this and he leaves after being scouted elsewhere…….”

“I heard that the Blue Tower Lord has already offered Reddin a position of nobility.”

“Huh?”

“What do you think happened?”

“Unless you’re a crazy person, you wouldn’t turn down a noble’s position.”

For the first time, Rukel smiled.

“That crazy person is Redin.”

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The journey back to Burning Hell was uneventful. There were no criminals to escort, and no one was seriously injured.

Except.

Daylon and Riena’s brief contact with the curse meant they needed medical attention.

They boarded the ship and entered Burning Hell, heading straight for the medical bay.

“Welcome.”

Sitting in the medical bay, instead of the usual medical director, was a young woman.

A beautiful woman with brown hair.

Her face was all too familiar.

Kara Ozwen.

A priestess of the Holy Empire, who sacrificed herself on the day the gates of the Demon Realm opened, temporarily delaying the demons from entering the world.

He knows Kara’s story.

-Why did she, a candidate for sainthood, have to go to Burning Hell? I still don’t understand.

One of the lines from Holy Knight Manuel.

It is followed by one more line.

-If only she had the Key of Vigo with her, she would not have suffered so much damage in Tervis’s assault….

He turned his gaze back to Kara’s face.

Although not at the moment.

In the near future, he intended to use her to find Vigo in the Empire’s underground, to obtain the hidden pieces within.

“Are you the new medical chief?”

“Yes. My name is Kara Ozwen.”

“I’m Daylon, from the Special 7th Division .”

“Are you sick? You don’t look like you’re hurting anywhere in particular.”

“I’m not sick, but I’m here because I’ve come into contact with a demonic curse.”

“A demonic curse?”

Kara scrambled to her feet, placed her hands on both of Dayron’s shoulders, and closed her eyes.

*Whoosh!*

White light emanated from her hands.

Divine power.

“Is it a real curse?”

“Is it serious?”

“No, it’s not. It could be dangerous if left untreated, but if you rest for a day and get some divine treatment, you should be fine.”

“Phew…….”

“But where did you come into contact with the curse, do you remember what it was? No. Why don’t the others sit down first?”

Kara used her divine power to examine each of them one by one.

Riena. Seria. Heather.

Finally, it was his turn.

He held still and the holy power flowed into his body. It felt different from drinking holy water.

It was warmer and more enveloping.

Like a mother’s gentle touch.

Kara removed her hand from his shoulder.

“Everyone but him needs to be hospitalized for the day.”

Daylon looked at Redin and asked.

“Is he okay?”

“Yes. I don’t sense any signs of the curse on him, and he’s not hurt anywhere. I don’t think he needs to come to the medical center.”

“What happened to your body?”

“I think my body is a little resistant to the effects of Demonic Energy.”

He smiled wryly and scratched his head.

He couldn’t say it was because of his bloodline.

*knock!* *knock!*

A knock on the door behind him caused him to turn his head, and he saw Senior Vergo’s face. With a tense expression, he saluted Daylon.

“Salute. I’m Vergo from the Security Department.”

“Salute. What’s going on?”

“I’m here to pick up Redin at the Warden’s request.”

“He’s in Burning Hell?”

“He’s in the Kingdom of Resha for the Great Hell War.”

“Ah, so that’s what it’s about, hah.”

Daylon yawned and flopped down on the bed beside him.

“I’m going to take the day off. Redin, I want you to go to the warden and tell him what happened, can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Go, we need to get some rest.”

“I’ll go.”

He saluted at Daylon’s gesture.

He walked out of sickbay with Vergo.

Walking down the hallway in silence.

Vergo suddenly grabs his arm and looks at him with a sparkle in his eye.

“Hey. What the hell is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your name is all over Burning Hell right now. They said you were the one who caught Viscount Bothaman this time!”

“Ah.”

“Ah? What a dry answer. You’re the first person to capture a Viscount level noble since Burning Hell was founded!”

“I was lucky.”

Vergo glanced around, then wrapped his arms around Redin more tightly.

“We’re close, aren’t we?”

“Yes?”

“I bailed you out of the Hazing Ceremony, and I got you to meet Marek, right?”

‘Heh’

“Yeah. We’re close.”

“Right?”

Vergo straightened his shoulders and strode confidently between the guards.

Eyes focused around them.

Some with envy, some with admiration, some with jealousy.

It was definitely not the same.

“If you ever need anything, just ask. I’ve got a few shoulders to lean on in Security now.”

“Yeah.”

As he left the Burning Hell and stepped onto the waiting ship, a message popped up that he’d forgotten.

[The shadow has finished digesting].

[The Shadow’s skill level has increased. Various abilities will be unlocked].

[Ding!]

[The time it takes to dream of shadows is reduced].

[100 days remaining]

‘Isn’t this great?’

[The Shadow covets the Mask of the Dead].

“That’s not allowed.”

He still has plenty of use for it.

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The Labyrinth City of Zarkal.

Sword Master Jin Sowol smiled as she looked at the city she visited for the first time in a long time.

“It’s been a while.”

“You have a busy schedule.”

At his subordinate’s urging, Jin Sowol patted her on the shoulder before saying.

“I’ll just stop by for a visit and then leave.”

“I see.”

Jin Sowol walked into the city and looked around, one eyebrow raised. The atmosphere was much different from a few months ago.

Before she left.

One could feel the lingering presence of alcohol in the streets, and the wild aura of adventurers.

Now there was none of that.

“What the hell happened?”

“Shall we find out?”

“Uh.”

She watched her subordinate leave and resumed walking. There were no more guilds left on the streets that had been filled with them.

“Roswen Merchant Corporation?”

A rose-painted shopfront dominated the street, and a man who appeared to be a member of the organization walked down the street.

A few more blocks and they reached the Labyrinth.

The differences were obvious.

The ground leading down to the labyrinth was plowed, with a huge tree trunk planted in the center.

Its trunk looked blue and its leaves green.

“World Tree?”

She saw a plant that she had only seen in books, and the people guarding it.

The symbol of the organization is the Roswen she had seen earlier.

She calmly turned and walked toward the store she’d originally planned to visit.

The subordinate quietly walked up beside her and spoke.

“They say there was a big incident not long after you left.”

“What incident?”

“Apparently, one of the Magnes organization’s members opened a Queen-level dungeon and was trying to do something at the cost of the other guilds.”

“And?”

“He was captured by Burning Hell’s guards, who were tracking him down, and the Queen-class dungeon was destroyed, and some time later, the world tree began to grow again, with the appearance of fairies occasionally.”

“I wonder if it was him.”

If he’s still here, she’d like to see his face. From what she’d gathered, he was undercover for a mission.

He must have returned after the mission was complete.

“Let’s finish the drinks that I left behind.”

Jin Sowol walked to the front of the tavern where the liquor competition was previously held.

She opened the door and stepped inside.

The familiar owner of the shop saw Jin Sowol’s face and smiled at her.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been here.”

“I’m here to get the liquor that I left back then, along with some snacks.”

“Have a seat and I’ll bring it right over.”

Jin Sowol took a seat in the corner, inviting her subordinate to sit across from her.

Before long, a delicious smell wafted out of the kitchen. The shopkeeper placed the food and drink on the table.

“Enjoy!”

Jin Sowol raised the bottle of liquor.

” Here you go.”

“I…….”

“Take it. You’ve been running around a lot, and you’ll be busy for some time to come. You deserve a break.”

“Yeah.”

They filled each other’s glasses, clinked them lightly, and swirled them in their mouths. Feeling the alcohol slide down her throat, she took her first bite.

“This is good!”

“Yes. It’s delicious.”

Just then, the owner appeared with an envelope.

“Oh, this is a letter from the winner from last time.”

“A letter?”

Jin Sowol opened the letter handed over by the shopkeeper and read the contents.

-I found out that the piece of black moonstone you were looking for is a holy relic of the Demon Church. Please be careful.

-I don’t know if it will help, but there is a story from my hometown.

-Like a flower in a mirror and the moon in water. There are some things you can see with your eyes, but you can’t hold with your hands.

“Flowers in a mirror, Moon in the water.

-Rather than trying to grasp it by force, put it in the lake of your mind.

‘Yeah…… that’s right.’

When she first picked up the sword.

She definitely wanted to be like the moon.

But as time passed,

The desire to resemble transformed into a desire to have the moon.

‘Phew.’

She could feel the unbreakable wall that Jin Sowol had been pounding for so long crumbling.

The corners of her mouth curled up.

“You said someone sought me out from Burning Hell the other day, asking me to be an advisor to some new organization.”

“Yes.”

A favor must be returned.

Jin Sowol raised her glass, remembering Redin’s face.

“Tell him I’ll do it.”