Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 88
Count Dante’s Conspiracy (1)

“Wake up.”

“Haaaah.”

Luke yawned and blinked away the drowsiness as he sat up. As he stumbled out of the tent, Hugo patted him on the shoulder.

“Nothing unusual. Have fun.”

Hugo retreated into his tent.

Luke settled down in front of the campfire between the tents. He placed a branch on the dying embers and the flames came to life.

He gazed at the blazing fire.

He clasped his hands together and began to pray.

“Veronica, Goddess of Creation…….”

A vocation as a Divine Knight.

A dawn prayer to fill him with divine power and to remind him that he could live under the grace of the Goddess of Creation.

The flames flickered and moved as Luke silently chanted the words.

“…….”

Finishing his prayer, Luke opened his eyes.

He stood up and patrolled the perimeter for a moment, checking to make sure the security line was still intact, before returning to his seat.

Baron Millet stood before the flames, his hands outstretched.

Cold cuffs on his hands and feet.

He couldn’t use mana, and he couldn’t run away because there was no one to help him.

Grimly, he sat down beside him.

Then Baron Millet shifted slightly and moved to Luke’s side. When he was close enough, he whispered.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

Luke frowned.

“What does that mean?”

“I know. I heard it before I was brought here. There’s someone in Cerberus who can help me.”

At Baron Millet’s words, Luke lashed out.

He grabbed the man by the throat and clamped his other hand over his mouth.

Baron Millet’s face grew increasingly red.

He dragged him to a tent a few feet away. Fear was etched in Baron Millet’s eyes as he struggled for his life.

Luke released his grip.

“Huff, Huff!”

Baron Millet began to cough, his breathing ragged and his body glistening with sweat.

“Whew!”

Luke bent down to regard Baron Millet.

“Say that again.”

“What…… what.”

“You have someone in Cerberus who can help you?”

“Tsk!”

Baron Millet hissed and brushed himself clean off with his hand.

“I didn’t see that coming, damn it.”

“Do you want to die?”

“I came here knowing your father was cooperating with Magnes.”

Luke’s eyes turned cold.

But Baron Millet didn’t let that stop him.

“Yes. Pretend like you don’t know that.”

“…….”

“I’ll leave you to your own devices, and you just listen quietly.”

Baron Millet spat once more and began to speak.

“We’ll be in the town of Cabero soon, and when we get there, there will be members of the Magnes Organization waiting to rescue me, and all you have to do is pretend you don’t know them and hand me over to them.”

“…….”

“You don’t have to worry about being found out. I’ve already heard your plan. You’re going to make someone else a mole, aren’t you? I’ve got a gift for you, and you can tell them to search the silver-haired man’s body later.”

Baron Millet rose and returned to his tent, leaving Luke to gather his thoughts before returning to the campfire.

And the morning dawned.

Luke walked around the camp, rousing Cerberus, before tidying up the tents and erasing all traces of the campfire.

*Plop!*

A blue hawk flew in and perched on Seria’s shoulder. She looked at the note tied to its foot, and her countenance turned serious.

Hugo asked softly.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, let’s get going.”

Seria rode in the front wagon with Baron Millet, and Adela, Fabian, Hugo, and Luke shared the rest of the carriage.

The carriage wound its way through the forest and arrived at the village of Cabero.

The homes were clustered tightly together inside wooden fences. Standing at the entrance to the village were a group of people.

All of them covered in cloaks.

Each one carrying different weapons, and each of them had a tattoo of an owl somewhere on either their face, neck, or arm.

“Whoa, so tell me, why are they here?”

“They came here for Baron Millet.”

“Get in.”

The carriage moved again.

From inside the carriage, Seria unlocked Baron Millet’s handcuffs. He touched his bruised wrists and looked at her.

“Stick to the plan.”

“Are you sure about this? It could be dangerous to go in there alone.”

“It’s fine.”

Redin transformed into Baron Millet.

The disguise was so perfect that if she hadn’t gotten the message this morning, she would have remained completely unaware of his identity until now.

*Heeeeeeeee!*

The carriage skidded to a halt as the horses whinnied.

Redin, bearing the face of Baron Millet, gave a slight nod and walked out.

Seria threw on her cloak and followed him out of the carriage.

Up ahead, members of the Magnes Organization.

A middle-aged man with a long scar on his face approached the carriage, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

“Long time no see, Baron Millet.”

“It’s been a long time, Captain Baikal.”

“Did you bring the drugs you promised?”

Baikal wandered over and checked the inside of the wagon. Seeing the piles of drugs inside, he sliced through one of them with his sword.

*Swish!*

Tearing open one of the sachets, he scooped up a small amount of the powder inside and brought it to his mouth.

“Mmmm…….”

Baikal savored the powder and looked satisfied.

“That’s the right stuff.”

“Of course.”

“If we had smuggled it in, it would have taken another two days, but thanks to the Baron, we’ll have it in time for the ceremony.”

Sheathing his sword, Baikal walked to Baron Millet’s side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

“But…….”

“…….”

“Your escort seems very different from the last one I saw, has something happened to the Barony?”

For a moment, the atmosphere fell silent.

All eyes were on the Baron. Baron Millet looked at Baikal and frowned slightly out of the corner of his eye.

“What happened…… there is nothing of the sort.”

“Is that so?”

Baikal grinned and tapped Baron Millet on the shoulder.

Three times, to be exact.

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

With the last tap, the members of the Magnes organization assembled before him drew their weapons.

“Kill them all.”

With Baikal’s command, they charged towards Cerberus, radiating killing intent. Seria, the closest to the front, drew her dagger and shouted.

“Luke, secure Baron Millet!”

Seria swung her dagger at Baikal in front of her, who pulled something from his arm and threw it.

*Boom!*

A cloud of black powder erupted, obscuring her vision. Seria covered her mouth, trying to see through the smoke.

Luke, who was to the right of Baron Millet and Baikal, was watching them without doing anything.

Soon her vision was completely obscured.

Feeling the threat from all directions, she lowered her stance and slashed at the throats of the oncoming enemies.

*Clang!*

“Grrrr!”

Cutting them down one by one, she stepped back and shouted to the rest of the group.

“Fall back, everyone, and regroup at point C.”

Scattering the smoke bombs she carried in her arms, Seria blinded them all and dashed out of Cabero Village.

Eliminating any enemies that came after in pursuit.

She meets up with the retreating Adela and Fabian and arrives at Point C. Luke and Hugo show up shortly afterward.

Hugo is wounded in one arm.

Luke was carrying him.

Seria looked at them and remembered the instructions in the note.

“This makes it clear.

“…….”

“We have a spy among us.”

The members of Cerberus’ eyes went cold.

“A spy?”

Seria nodded at Adela’s question.

“Yes. I didn’t expect it but judging by the way our location keeps getting compromised, I’m pretty sure it is.”

Luke set Hugo down on the ground in his arms and spoke up.

“There’s something I need to tell you about that.”

“What is it?”

Luke looked at Hugo.

“Hugo is acting very suspiciously.”

“What? That’s some bullshit. Ugh…”

Seria looked at Hugo with a cold glare and gave Luke and Fabian instructions.

“Search his body.”

Luke and Fabian searched Hugo’s body and pulled something out of a pocket on his inner chest.

The symbol for Magnes.

Something like a Burning Hell identification card came out of Hugo’s arms. As everyone looked on in shock, Seria handcuffed Hugo’s arms.

With a snap.

“We’re going back to headquarters.”

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Deep in the town of Cabero.

Baikal dragged Baron Millet by the collar and went inside a building. There were pools of blood everywhere.

The smell of decay was thick in the air.

Baron Millet wrinkled his nose and looked around. Knives, tools, and hooks of all shapes and sizes were strewn about.

“…..”

Swallowing hard, Baron Millet looked at Baikal, shakily.

“This……… This place.”

“Ah. It’s a workshop, where we cut people up and then sell everything left over.”

“Why would a place like this….”

Baikal smiled and lowered his stance.

“I think the Baron would know better.”

“Da… I want to meet Count Dante.”

“Eh, meeting him won’t solve your problem.”

Baikal jerked his head slightly, and the men behind him approached and cuffed Baron Millet’s arms.

“I hear these are the cuffs they use in Burning Hell, how does it feel to have them on again?”

Baron Millet looked at the marks on his wrists and bit his lip.

“Do you understand now?”

“……”

“Now that you’ve brought those wretches here, we can no longer use this place.”

*Screech!|*

The sound of an old pulley echoed, and Baron Millet’s body lifted slightly.

“Yatran.”

“Yes.”

“The rest of his body is riddled with drugs and useless, so I want you to cut him down to pieces. When you’re done, clear out this village.”

“Understood.”

“Once the village is dealt with, track down the guys that we missed earlier.”

Baikal rose to his feet and strode out of the building.

A sense of desolation flowed through the room.

Yatran dragged a worktable over and laid Baron Millet on it. He pinned the struggling Baron to the table and pulled out several of the various knives beside him.

“Sav…… Spare me.”

“Why did you bring them with you, if you’d just killed yourself, you wouldn’t be in this condition.”

*Shiiinnnggg!*

*Shiiiiiiingg!!*

Yatran grunted, sharpening his tools.

“Well, I think I can use two of your eyes, and if I can cut the rest of you into pieces and give them to a Necromancer, I’ll get some money for them.”

“Wa…. Wait!”

“Wait? Nothing’s going to change.”

Yatran stepped closer to where Baron Millet lay, looking at the finely sharpened blade.

Eyes wide with terror.

At the sight of them, a rush of pleasure shot through his body, and he slowly lowered the blade in his hand to the Baron’s chest.

A good, hard cut.

Blood will splatter and Baron Millet will writhe in pain.

*Squelch!*

“Ughh….”

Yatran slowly lowered his head as he felt pain in his heart. A black blade protruding throughout his heart.

He slowly turned his head behind him.

A black figure stared back at him.

“This…. this… what….”

“What.”

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang out.

Yatran’s unsteady vision took in the figure of a strange man.

Not Baron Millet.

Black hair and a cold expression.

In his mind, which was turning completely white, a person whom Baikal had mentioned to him in passing came to mind.

The captain and vice-captain of Cerberus.

The ones who had made their faces known during the Great Hell War.

The man who served as vice-captain.

“Re…. Redin?”

*Thud!*