Labyrinth City

Chapter 1 Retrieval

In the dimly lit underground labyrinth, the intricate intersections were strewn with bloodstains long since congealed into a dark color.
Broken swords and shattered shields lay scattered around. Silence reigned, save for
the faint orange glow of candles still burning on the walls. The lingering stench of blood hung in the air. Suddenly, a series of slow, unhurried
footsteps approached from afar, and a human figure could be vaguely seen walking towards them. The footsteps grew clearer, and when the faint
candlelight was cut off, only a figure veiled in black could be seen.

"This is it,"

he muttered to himself, crouching down and drawing a dagger from his waist. With a few seemingly casual swipes, he
disarmed what appeared to be a trap set by a demon.

The target for retrieval should be nearby, but he didn't know if they were dead or alive.

Sure enough, a short distance further ahead, faint breathing could be heard—not human breathing. He didn't
stop, heading straight for the source of the sound. Soon, thanks to his extraordinary night vision, he could see
what lay ahead.

A green monster, about half a person's height, was rapidly thrusting on a body, its ugly, bumpy
face contorted with excitement, drool dripping incessantly onto the corpse beneath it. Strangely, although he clearly
sensed the person's life force, she didn't utter a single cry. "
What does this have to do with me?" he thought. His gaze shifted to the side; there was another body, a man's, his right arm severed, the fatal wound
in his abdomen. Fortunately, not much internal organ had spilled out, otherwise, retrieving it would have been much more troublesome.

Having confirmed his surroundings and target, he simply walked casually to the corpse, completely
ignoring the monster still frantically thrusting its genitals and the poor woman, while the green monster also ignored
him!

He carefully took out a special black bag, placed the corpse inside, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. Just as he was about to return, he
met the eyes of the man being violated, eyes gleaming with an eerie light.

Seemingly considering something, he finally pulled out a dagger, threw it to the ground, and then, as if he hadn't seen anything
, continued walking away at his unhurried pace. Once again, only increasingly
heavy breathing and the sound of a sharp blade cutting skin remained in that secluded corner…

A sliver of light appeared ahead. The man carrying the black bag breathed a sigh of relief. Another retrieval
mission completed. Looks like I'll get a good meal tonight, maybe even a big beer. Thinking this,
his pace quickened unconsciously. When a dazzling light pierced his eyes, which weren't covered by his mask, he
instinctively raised his free left hand to shield his forehead. Those were golden pupils. "

I'm out again."

Outside the labyrinth, the previously boisterous adventurers fell silent upon seeing this person, neatly
making way for him. Their eyes, however, held not respect, but contempt and disdain; some even
deliberately spat loudly.

"It's a Recycler." "A Recycler

!"

"Damn, what bad luck! Pah!"

"I'm not going, I'm not going. How can I have any good luck running into someone like this!"

Perhaps out of habit, he ignored all the surrounding comments.
After making sure the black pouch on his shoulder wouldn't fall off, he slowly walked towards the guild. At this point, it became clear what kind of person he was.

He wore a slightly heavy black coat with a hood, a blue sash hanging from his left side,
adorned with a sword and a rose—the guild's emblem. His black leather belt was hung with potions and scrolls,
and even his black breeches were adorned with two daggers and numerous throwing knives. His black boots were stained with congealed
blood. He walked alone through the crowd towards his goal, unaware,
or perhaps out of habit, that someone's gaze remained fixed on him amidst the dense throng.

Entering town, he chose the least crowded road, expertly turning left and right. Soon, a slightly
ornate three-story building appeared before him. Climbing the marble steps and pushing open the sturdy door, he found a long queue in front of the receptionist's
counter. But as soon as he stood at the end of the line, the adventurers ahead of him scattered in panic,
as if fleeing a plague. This was good, for he soon reached the front desk.

"Ah! Little Sieg!" a joyful voice called out.

You recognize me dressed like this? But it's not surprising; golden eyes are a rare sight.

"Retrieval complete, placed in the empty hall. Have someone confirm."

"Yes, little Sieg, just a moment."

The receptionist pressed a bell-like object on the table, and two people emerged from the back door, apparently to
confirm the "goods." Only then did Sieg have a chance to properly examine the beautiful girl before him.

Part of her long pink hair cascaded down her back, the ends forming playful waves, while another part
draped over her shoulders, falling over her full, mountain-like breasts—too large for one hand to grasp. Her delicate, fair face revealed a resolute strength in her eyes
, and she often wore a healing smile. Her blue and white guild uniform couldn't conceal
her alluring curves, and Luca felt a surge of excitement.

Seemingly understanding his thoughts, Sheryl smiled mischievously: "Little Sieg, come closer
."

Completely unconcerned about the strong smell of blood or her filthy clothes, Sheryl leaned
out from behind the counter. As Sieg approached, she abruptly pulled open her collar and immediately closed it again. Fortunately, due to his status as a recycler
, there was no one around.

"Little Sieg~"

A cute blush crept onto her cheeks, and her misty eyes stared intently at Sieg. "

It's so good to wear a mask..." Sieg thought. Just then, another clerk came to
Sherryla's side and whispered a few words.

"Ahem... Mr. Sieg, your retrieval mission has been confirmed to be successful. Here is the reward for the mission, please
check it."

The earnest Sherryla pushed a few copper coins in front of Luca with a businesslike demeanor.

"How... is this all..."

A slightly childish voice reached her ears, tinged with disappointment. A pang of sympathy struck her; poor little Sieg...
Why suffer like this... But now, I'm the client's maid, and he's the recycler.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sieg, the client's fee is indeed this much."

Looking at the professional-looking Shirleyra, Sieg knew it was impossible. In every way, I was just the lowest-ranking
recycler... Her earlier actions were just to tease me... But he still wanted to
make a final effort so he could have a good meal that night.

"When I accepted the task, the reward was a silver coin, but now... how come it's only half...

"

Shirleyra, hearing the somewhat aggrieved voice, tried her best to maintain a professional demeanor.

"Because something was missing, Mr. Sieg, you should know that, right?"

Upon hearing this, Sieg fell silent. Indeed, the corpse was missing its right arm… Not wanting to say anything more,
he reached out and clutched the few copper coins. Just as he was about to leave, Sherry grabbed him. Sieg was puzzled. The receptionist
quickly stuffed a few silver coins into Sieg's hand, whispering, "A new restaurant opened on the left street of the lower city; the food is pretty
good."

She then nudged Sieg, signaling him to leave quickly, before reverting to her usual receptionist persona. Sieg said nothing,
lowered his head, and left the guild hall. He handed over the weapons and potions he had received, adjusted his mask to make sure it wouldn't fall off,
and then walked away with the few silver coins.

In the evening, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the lower city. Pedestrians chatted and laughed, adventurers
loudly boasting about their day's achievements, as if this would attract the attention of young girls
. Smoke and delicious food wafted in, drawing the gazes of countless adventurers. Zieg avoided the crowds,
walking alone in the shadows between the buildings, unnoticed by anyone. The bustling city slowly faded into the distance
as he followed a dirt path overgrown with weeds. A dilapidated, abandoned church came into view, its walls almost entirely
peeling away, cobwebs everywhere. Yet, to Zieg, this was the most beautiful sight.
He eagerly stepped into the church, which no longer had doors. Rotten pews piled on either side of the small chapel, the floor
overgrown with weeds, the central statue missing half its body, and the roof half collapsed. The golden sunlight streaming in
brought him a touch of warmth. He found a roll of bedding in the corner—just some hay.

Spreading it out, he plopped down on it, leaning against the old wall and letting out a long sigh. Then,
he pulled out the bread he had just bought.

"This is important!"

Zieg muttered happily to himself, magically producing a bamboo tube from his pocket. He then removed his mask, opened the lid,
and tilted his head back.

"Ugh! After a long day, I deserve a beer to reward myself. Even without any side dishes,
this is a must!"

He grabbed a loaf of bread and started munching, tossing his hood back to reveal his silvery-white,
tousled hair and his not-so-mature face.

He quickly finished the bread, savoring the remaining beer, then opened a small cloth bag and scattered
the clinking coins on the ground. Most were a dull bronze, interspersed with a few silver glints;
the few Sherry had given him were prominently displayed. Zieg felt a headache coming on.

"Sigh… not a single gold coin. At this rate, when will I ever save up 100,000 gold coins to regain my
freedom?"

He thought for a moment but couldn't come up with a solution, becoming increasingly frustrated. He gulped down the rest of his beer
, kicked his legs out, and sprawled on the hay, not even bothering to clean up the scattered coins.

"That's enough... we'll deal with the future later."

With that, temporarily setting aside those irrelevant matters, the exhausted Sieg quickly drifted off to sleep.
The warm sunset shone on his face, not at all scorching, but rather making the young man, who had worked for so long in the dark labyrinth ,
sleep even more soundly.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but darkness enveloped the entire lower city. The air began to grow humid,
and the evening breeze, which should have been refreshing and gentle for this season, became unusually cold. In the lower city, the bustling taverns began to quiet down,
while the brothels with their pink magic signs became popular. Adventurers scrambled through the city for
places to spend the impending rainy night, and women's bellies were clearly the ideal place for most male adventurers. Sure enough, the increasingly
thick clouds deepened the night, and a muffled rumble of thunder seemed to urge everyone to
find shelter. A moment later, a drop of water hit the eaves of a rooftop, like the sounding of a battle
cry. More and more raindrops fell, until the lower city was completely silent, with only the endless sound of the pouring rain
echoing through the city.

"Miss Sherryla, you've had a hard day too. Go home early, I'm off! See you tomorrow!"

Inside the guild hall, Miss Sherryla saw off her last fellow guild member, pushed open the door, and a
gust of cold wind mixed with slanted raindrops hit her. She instinctively hugged her chest and rubbed her arms.

"What a downpour! There's hardly ever been weather like this this summer… I wonder if little Sieg is cold
?"

The image of the child's adorable face flashed through her mind, and Sheryl grew increasingly anxious. So anxious was she that she immediately
turned back, grabbed an umbrella, and rushed into the dark rain, not even having time
to change out of her guild uniform and high heels. The two guards at the door looked at her with questions. Had something happened to Miss Sheryl's family? Meanwhile, inside the dilapidated
church, Sieg, already awakened by the cold, huddled in a corner, trying to avoid getting wet from the pouring rain.
He shivered as he watched the torrential rain pour down from the collapsed roof, soaking his only straw bed.

"It's like this in summer, what will it be like in winter?"

He exhaled a breath, rubbing his hands together vigorously to warm them slightly. Sieg shook his head. "Three months ago
… it was raining just like this, on a night like this."

…

Three months ago, the Eastern Battlefield of Mostart.

A small squad of fewer than a hundred men traversed the forest in the darkness and torrential rain, their deafening battle cries echoing through the woods
.

"Kid, scared?"

the leader whispered to the masked boy behind him. Zieg shook his head; this was his first time working as a mercenary...
The soldier was on a mission, but little did he know he was gambling with his life.

"Haha, that's good. For every person you kill, I'll give you an extra gold coin. That kind of sword can't
just be for show, right?!"

The man's gaze shifted to the weapon at Sieg's waist. A slender black sword, its curves like
a venomous snake poised to strike, several silver lines encircling its blade, sending chills down his spine.

"I hope you keep your word."

The war between the Kingdom of Mostart and the Holy City of Arcadia had been raging for months. If nothing unexpected happened,
the war was nearing its end. Even Sieg, an outsider, could see that Mostart was on its last legs. But as
a Mostartian, wasn't it reasonable to accept a job from his own country? At least that's what he thought.
This meant that he was the only mercenary on this journey, even though it was only the fifth day since he left his now-empty
home.

The shouts of battle in the distance grew increasingly intense, and the group quickened their pace. Their plan was a surprise attack on the Arcadian army's rear,
burning their supplies and provisions. According to intelligence, the enemy knight commander, Lindelot, had personally led a large army out of the city, determined to settle their score
here. If the intelligence was correct, the enemy's rear was completely undefended, and coupled with the torrential rain of the night
, it was practically beckoning them to ambush. However, Sieg felt something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He
only knew that the gold displayed before him that day had almost blinded him.

"We've arrived!"

Finally, a poorly maintained camp appeared before them,
guarded only by a few members of the enemy knight order. At least, that's how it appeared. Was that commander really that stupid? How did they win before
? Sieg wondered.

"Zig, take a few men. We'll split into two groups. Please distract them as much as possible, then
we'll sneak in and burn the supplies. We'll meet back here after that!"

The captain said, touching the special oil on his back.

"I can handle it alone. Just make sure you have enough gold coins ready."

He then disappeared from the captain's sight.

"Alive, kid."

...

Inside the camp, a heavily armored warrior wielding a spear suddenly felt an itch on his neck. He scratched it, and blood
gushed out like a burst bucket. He tried to speak but couldn't make a sound, slowly collapsing to the ground, his blood mixing with
the rainwater and spreading.

"Hey! What's wrong? Are you that tired?"

Several patrolling soldiers walked over jokingly, only to find the still-warm body and blood.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The urgent bell rang, and the soldiers immediately assembled in groups of five to search for the intruders. Magic torches stretched out
, illuminating the rainy night. Sieg stood on a small hill not far away: "Not bad, though
I hate to admit it, it's definitely much stronger than Mostart, but that's about it." After observing for a while and confirming that
there wouldn't be any more guards, he swaggered into the camp.

"Halt! Who goes there!"

Ignoring the barrage of swords and spears, Sieg drew his snake sword and flashed it back to normal, another warrior's blood splattering
into the night. "Speaking of attracting attention, this is the fastest way!" Before the guards could react
, he immediately dashed to the other end of the camp. Sure enough, despite several shouts, many people chased after him.

"Now it's up to you guys, but I can't let my guard down either." Deliberately showing his back to make them chase him
, dodging the arrows flying from time to time, he led the group in a huge circle. It had been a long time,
why was there still no reaction? When he ran out just now, he noticed the piles of supplies behind the camp
. It was impossible that those people couldn't even deal with the remaining guards, something must have happened. The doubts in his heart
grew stronger, and with a few quick flashes, he disappeared into the rain, leaving a group of clumsy guards to continue
the chase.

Returning to the camp, Sieg saw the corpses of the guards who hadn't pursued him, and an ominous premonition surged within him. He immediately ran
towards the supply depot at the rear.

"Come out, I've been waiting for you." Appearing before Sieg was a
man over two meters tall, like a small mountain, clad in heavy white armor, his helmet covering his entire face. He carried a greatsword as tall as Sieg
. He sat atop a pile of wooden crates, his feet resting on a corpse—if Sieg wasn't mistaken, that was the captain.
The others lay scattered around, their bodies barely intact; those struck by such a massive sword
were questionable even for survival. Sieg knew hiding was useless against this man. The sounds of battle in the distance were
fading; he had to deal with this man quickly, perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.

"Commander Lindylot was right, you really came. I was a little complaining about why
I wasn't sent to the battlefield. Let me introduce myself, I'm Luther, vice-commander of the Blue Eagle Knights." Seeing that the person in front of him didn't
intend to speak, he chuckled, stood up from the wooden crate, drew his greatsword and slung it over his shoulder, still bearing the captain's corpse.
With a powerful swing, the corpse slammed towards Sieg like a boulder. He lightly leaped to the side, his hand resting
on the serpent sword at his waist.

"Not planning to speak? Well, it doesn't matter. You're the last one anyway. That guy died after taking two of my moves
. Maybe you can take three, hehe, who knows?" Despite his massive physique, he possessed
the speed of a peregrine falcon, leaping high into the air and slashing at Sieg. If hit, he'd probably be turned into a meat pie. The serpent sword was drawn, blocking
the massive blow. Strength... immense! But! You're still no match for me!

Seeing Sieg block his way, and the strange weapon startling him, Luther realized this man was not to be underestimated. He quickly withdrew his strength
and created distance. Then, he clearly saw Sieg raise his hand, making a "three" gesture. "You mean you
'll kill me in three moves? Hahaha!" Sieg nodded, then, as if to humiliate him, changed the "three" to a "one."

"Don't be so arrogant, you bastard! Ahh!" I have the power to destroy everything! And the armor to defend against everything!

What do you have to beat me with! Just that weird weapon?! Die! Actually, in the end, it was
the massacre of those people earlier that gave Luther a false impression. How could such a suicide squad possibly send out real experts? Isn't it
just about having guts? Being in a superior position for too long can also be your downfall. Sieg, that golden...
A faint light emanated from his dark pupils. Luther's mountain-like body was riddled with flaws, and his falcon-like speed
was slower than a snail's. Seeing that this person neither dodged nor flinched, Luther thought, "Is this mocking me? I will cleanse my blade with your blood
!"

But by the time he noticed the glint in Sieg's eyes, it was too late. With a soft "ding,"
Luther stopped in his charging stance. "Tell the captain... I've loved
her for a long time... I don't regret joining the Knights... Please carry my honor... forward... and go on...
Lindelot..."

Sieg sheathed his serpent sword, blood flowing from his eyes and down the inside of his mask. I really didn't want to use this
ability. Wait, what did this guy just say? What? Who does he like? What does that have to do with me? This is all so confusing.

My head is spinning... Wait, I can't faint yet, I have to complete the mission. He staggered a couple of steps,
gathering enough fuel to burn even in the rain from the surrounding corpses. But before he could set it up, the distant battlefield suddenly fell
silent, broken only by the irritating sound of the rain.

"What's going on?"

Sieg whirled around, nearly tripping. He held his breath, trying to focus—there was sound! But… it was cheering
.

"It's… over?" He looked at the torch in his hand. What was the point of all this?
The last bit of strength supporting Sieg gave way, and he stumbled backward onto the muddy ground. I'm going to die, aren't I? I
should have run away. Running away back then wouldn't have been a problem… Why did I have to have this power?
What is its purpose? My first mission failed. I'm sorry, old man, I might have to come find you…

His consciousness faded, the price he paid for using that power was beyond his capacity to bear.

"Actually, looking at this sky like this is quite lovely." The rain showed no signs of letting up, soaking
every part of his body, streaming through the eye holes in his mask onto his face. "So cold..." The sound of horses' hooves
and shouts came from afar. "I hope... I can die a quick death." Consciousness faded.

...

Limbs were weak, body ached, and although it felt like a long time had passed, the wet clothes and
rain reminded him that not much time had gone by. Who was dragging me? The feeling of being rubbed against the muddy road was
unpleasant. He forced his eyes open, but only a crack, vaguely seeing someone grabbing his hem and
pulling him forward. Oh well, so tired... Just as Sieg fell asleep again, a faint fragrance
wafted into his nose and mouth. "So fragrant..." Darkness enveloped his consciousness once more.

...

When he woke up again, at least the situation was much better than before; at least his clothes were all dry. He had just caught his breath when
a voice came. "He's awake! Quickly, go and inform Lady Lindilot!"

Looking around, his narrow vision revealed that his mask hadn't been removed. How strange. Come to think of it,
I'm not dead?

"Don't move!" The panicked voice came from a soldier wielding a long spear. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't just one!

Five fully armed soldiers simultaneously raised their guns, aiming at his throat. What else could possibly be capable of instantly killing Lord Luther but a monster?! If it weren't for Lady Lyndelot's orders, she would have already riddled this guy with holes
while he was unconscious ! 　　Sieg found himself tightly chained to the wall of a cell, unable to move. 　　Ah, he was lucky to be alive; what more could he ask for? But what would they do to him next? Would they drag him to do some strange experiments? 　　Just as Sieg was lost in his delusions of persecution, the sound of powerful iron boots striking the ground rang out, and the cell door was flung open. 　　"You may all leave." Sieg was drawn to the melodious yet authoritative voice, and looked up …so beautiful…and…so erotic! Sieg only saw a black, tight-fitting bodysuit, not reflective , which must have been the lining. Sieg also wore one, but he wouldn't expose it like this. A silver-blue breastplate covered her high, rounded breasts, and white feathers adorned her neck. A wide belt ran down to her ankles. The armor, also blue and white, was a pair of high-heeled boots that reached her thighs, with white trim. Upon closer inspection, he could vaguely see the outline of her abdominal muscles through the tight lining, but Sieg clearly saw the contours of her round, delicate navel. A head of long, shining golden hair cascaded down her back, and her face was exquisitely beautiful— Sieg had never seen anyone so beautiful before, and he was too embarrassed to look any longer. 　　"Lady Lindyllot!" Voices of admiration and slight fear rose from the surrounding crowd. 　　"Put him down. You may leave," the female knight said, staring at Sieg tied to the wall. 　　"But!" The surrounding soldiers looked at their superior in disbelief. 　　"I said put him down, you can all leave." Lindelot glanced at the soldiers. "Yes!" 　　Sieg thought to himself, beautiful people are indeed kind-hearted. The person in front of him went beyond just being beautiful, which meant she was even kinder. Old man, you didn't lie to me! 　　When Sieg landed, he couldn't even stand up. He collapsed onto the cold ground as soon as he was put down. The aftereffects were too severe... The soldiers walked out of the dimly lit cell one after another. With a bang, Lindelot slammed the iron door shut. 　　Sieg had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the female knight turned around and kicked Sieg hard. What the hell is going on?! Unfortunately, Sieg had no strength and could only endure the beating, kick after kick, from one side of the cell to the other. Old man, you lied to me! 　　Lindelot was a little surprised. I used all my strength. Doesn't this person feel pain? Why doesn't he scream? 　　It hurts so much! Why doesn't she just kill me! Hold it in! Absolutely don't make a sound! 　　Another kick landed on Sieg's chest, and Lindelot heard a muffled groan from beneath his mask. "Ha, I thought you were made of iron, you bastard," the knight thought to himself. 　　After a while, Sieg, seeing the silence, wondered why he'd stopped. "Tired?" "Ha! Hit me a few more times, let me enjoy myself ! Nice massage!" The defiant thought had barely formed when another kick landed on his body… Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and blood trickled from his mouth. Then Lindelot grabbed his collar, pulled him close, and through the mask, her golden pupils seemed to burn with a raging inferno that consumed everything.

"You must be wondering why I didn't remove your mask, with those beastly eyes. It's because I
want to tear it off myself while you're awake, just like I'll trample your self-respect under my feet!" The two stared at each other through
the mask. This woman was laughing! A twisted laugh, oh my god! Is something wrong with this person?!

Sieg felt utterly helpless.

Lindylot released his collar, instead grabbing his silver, tousled hair. "Such beautiful hair! I'm increasingly
eager to see your face. Let's see if you deserve such beautiful hair. If not, I'll
tear your face off piece by piece!" After a while, "Why aren't you talking! Beg me for mercy! Lick the soles of my feet
and cry, begging me to let you go! Maybe I'll spare you."

What the hell? What did she say?! Hmm? I think I heard something terrible. Sieg could only
think that to himself for now. Seeing no movement, Lindelot couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Then don't blame
me!" she snapped, ripping off Sieg's mask and revealing his face.

Lindelot: "..."

Sieg: "..."

...

The female knight released her grip on his hair, then looked at that adorable face. Yes, in Lindelot's mind,
Sieg's face was already defined as cute—no, super cute! Seeing no movement, Sieg stole a
glance at her, finding Lindelot staring blankly at him, her pretty face even slightly flushed...
Why are you blushing? I have a bad feeling.

"What's your name?" Lindelot asked, her tone much gentler, but Sieg ignored her.

"I asked you what your name is! Answer me! Now! Right now!" he snapped.

"Sieg."

"Do I have to yell at you before you'll talk?"

I can't help it! What kind of look is that! Like a butcher eyeing a sheep, if he didn't speak soon I was afraid I
'd...

"So, Sieg, how old are you this year?" Sieg, much more obedient now, reluctantly answered, "Eighteen."

"Don't lie! Fourteen at most!" Lindtlot roared, but surprisingly, Sieg didn't seem
angry. "I already know, why are you asking!" Sieg retorted.

"Can't you speak properly?" Lindtlot was dissatisfied with Sieg's attitude. How could a child have such a
bad temper? What would become of him? Sieg turned his head away, his face pressed against the cold ground, and stopped speaking. Lindtlot
squatted down and nudged Sieg's back. "I'm sorry... if I had known you were still a child, I would never have treated you like that
." Sieg didn't speak, and Lindtlot couldn't do anything about it. How could she possibly lay a hand on a child? But

... cute Sieg kneeling in front of me kissed my toes, and then I kicked him away and stomped on his
face... ah~ what a beautiful scene. Sieg suddenly felt a chill. What was going on…?

In the dimly lit cell, only a dying orange torch cast a faint glow, illuminating two
faces: one youthful and helpless, the other flushed. Lindelot patted her cheeks and stood up, her expression serious.
“Sieg, did you kill Luther? Did he say anything last?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Are you saying the words of the weak are not worthy of your attention?” Lindelot stared at him.

“I didn’t say that, you made it up.” I really don’t remember. What did he say last?

“Was he your lover?”

“No!” The unwavering conviction that came out without hesitation startled Sieg.

“He was my vice-captain. You cut off my right hand, Sieg!” Lindelot sneered.
Luther’s strength was undeniable; in all of Arcadia, besides herself, she couldn’t find anyone who could reliably defeat him.

"Hmph, if I could, I wouldn't mind cutting off your left hand too!"

"What a childish remark, Sieg, you're completely clueless." Surprisingly, Lindylot didn't seem angry
. "Let's not talk about that now, Sieg. The war is over, and we're heading home tomorrow. Your employer
sent a ransom list, and your name isn't on it."

Not at all surprised, I'm just a mercenary. Even so, a
chill ran down my spine.

"What will happen to me?" Sieg asked calmly. "They will become slaves of our country. There is
a mysterious underground labyrinth in the lower city of Arcadia . Prisoners who are not redeemed through battle are usually sent there to work, serving
adventurers." According to the original plan, Lindelot would ask this person if he wanted to join her knightly order. If
there was even the slightest hesitation, she would immediately draw her sword—actually, just finding an excuse to kill him. However, in
the instant their eyes met, Lindelot inexplicably sensed that something was about to happen.
A person with such power was always a potential threat, but he was a child, which was a different story. Normally, someone his age should
still be in an academy, but Sieg had become a mercenary. Lindelot guessed that at least he had no guardian
or was already dead. This made things much simpler; she could re-educate him. There was
plenty of time before he became an adult. The problem was how to eliminate the resentment in his heart; those kicks were truly
merciless.

"We're heading home tomorrow. You'll be coming with me. You can't escape the life of a slave now, at least
not for now, even though you're a child."

"I'm not a child!"

"Alright, alright, you're not. I'm leaving now. You can rest a bit more." With that, Lindelot turned and left,
returning a few seconds later. "Oh, just in case, I still need to tie you up. I'll do it myself."

Sieg watched as Lindelot slowly began to tie him up with chains. Hmm? What's going on? Why is she drooling…

This woman is definitely suspicious! Sieg felt her panting heavily as she bound him, and she kept
touching him, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Alright, Sieg, what do you want to eat tonight? But there's nothing good to

eat here." "I don't want anything!" You're tied up tighter than those soldiers! How am I supposed to eat!

"I'll find someone to feed you, no, I'll feed you myself." How does this woman know
what I'm thinking?

"Oh, by the way, I've taken your weapon; it's dangerous."

The iron gate closed, and this time it was truly over… And so, Sieg arrived in the country of Arcadia, and
was subsequently handed over to the Adventurers' Guild in the lower city, temporarily becoming a recycler responsible for collecting corpses with commissions.
Many shameful things happened along the way that Sieg didn't want to recall. Returning from the illusion, the torrential rain continued to wash
over the dilapidated church floor.

"What is all this?!" After a roar, he could only continue to huddle in a corner,
trembling…

Meanwhile, Sheryl, who had run from the guild, didn't stop, even falling into puddles without halting
her steps. Her beautiful guild uniform was now filthy, but she only wanted to see little Sieg as soon as possible.

Rushing to the church, Sheryl knew that Sieg, who had no place to live, had always been here, and the guild wouldn't
assign housing to slaves. Just as she stepped through the flooded, recessed threshold, she saw Sieg trembling in the corner.

"Little Sieg!" "Miss Sheriella..." Looking up, Sieg was happy

to see the kind older sister with long pink hair who was so kind to him. But what was she doing here? Unexpectedly, Miss Sheriella rushed over, even throwing her umbrella aside, and pulled the hunched-over Sieg into her arms. "Little Sieg, are you cold?" Her gentle words and caring actions almost made Sieg cry. 　　"No..." Sieg said, trembling in her arms. 　　"But I'm cold! How can you not be cold!" She forcefully pulled Sieg to pick up the umbrella and head outside. 　　Sieg was completely confused. "Where are we going?" 　　"To my house! You'll catch a cold if you don't take a hot bath after getting soaked in the rain!" 　　"What? A bath?!"

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