111 92. The Harsh Princess is thrown in.

"So... sure, in exchange for the five of us.

Promised time, so many poor neighborhoods that it must be among the lower classes or slums. Val stood in front of a hut-like place with only walls and roofs below the abandoned house. Is it broken or is there rubble rolling all over the place like a trail of something raging around? Beside that rubble were also four boys and girls with their hands and feet tied. Is it roughly around ten years old? There is only one young man in his late teens, but he falls to the ground neatly with a tied system whether they are all losing their minds or not, and they don't move.

There were five men who came at the promised time. The four hid their mouths deep with cloth so that their faces would not be known, and the other man was different from the other four whose faces were the same hidden ones because of their appearance. The back length was about a little higher than the average height, but the width was twice the average for a giant man. He hung many chains around his neck, making jarring noises every time he walked.

"The fifth is me. Give me back the two kids Temehe and the others just took.

Val tells you in a clear tone. The men laughed out gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh at the words.

"There's no reason why Temehe's worth it. It's the people in this country we make products from! Temee, look, there's no reason to sell it."

"I'm a special abilist.

At the next moment, debris scattered at Val's feet moved out. A pile of debris was created, ragged and sounded, gradually forming something like a large wall. The men opened their mouths a little surprised at how it looked, … laughing even louder.

"This is so good. I almost missed my valuables!

One of the men held his belly as he pointed to his finger.

"Then you don't have a problem. Just go back to the kids...

Jalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Chains wrapped around his hands and feet as if they were snakes and, at the end of the day, blocked his mouth, depriving him of his freedom. Out of balance, he rolled onto the ground without even being able to remain passive. Men laugh with their bellies at Val, who growls somehow as he opens his eyes. "I really didn't know five people could procure it," he said, "if we go at this rate, it won't be long before we open the market," and one of the men finally stepped down on Val's head and took that awareness away.

"An idiot. Where is the guy who purposefully returns the goods he procured?

Every scorched brown hair of Val that the giant man had lost his mind stomped his head gritty with his heel and ordered the four men to carry the remaining four. The chain that binds Val moves, and Val drags his cheeks even to the ground as he drifts from chain to chain. The other four children are also transported in a familiar manner. The youths in their late teens were in charge, and when they reached the other children, they were held by both sides, and the small children were packed and transported abusively in cloth bags.

Yes, exactly as the Stiles planned.

After a few minutes of walking, the children and Val were now packed to throw away in a carriage. There were already a number of other children and adults stuffed inside who were getting smaller with their hands and feet tied and bent over. Some of them are chained up like Val.

When the men made a violent noise at the door and closed it, the carriage moved momentously for a while. Swinging back and forth from left to right, tied people hit each other, sometimes crushed and screamed.

"Are you okay, Pla... uh.

The younger teenager who was thrown in earlier, Arthur, moves back and forth, calling on the girl who remains thrown in the cloth bag. The bag also moved, and a cheerful reply came back saying, "So far, I'm fine". "Still, it's still good to stay like this because there might be others to be brought in," Arthur said, moving like a potato bug with his hands and feet tied, surrounding himself with his own body so that every other human bag of cloth wouldn't crush the girl.

"That's good, Arthur. Don't ever let your sister touch one finger.

Another boy who was thrown in earlier spoke to Arthur. Likewise, he is rocked by the carriage and approached Arthur as he twisted his body. "The man who let your sister go in the cloth bag, I remember her face," he looks back as he releases a black killing spirit that he doesn't think is a boy.

"Hey, Jill. Protect you, too, sister.

Style lowered his voice to the fourth boy who was thrown in just like ourselves.

"I had no idea my brother was going to call me by this name.

The boy, rolling along the wagon shake with a smile on his own swallow, sneered and sneered at the style.

"I'll call you by your full name out loud if you want.

Hung, and Style glanced at Chancellor Gilbert as he snorted.

"Ste... uh" Philip! Val's fine. "

Philip on the voice in the cloth bag, the style, called, looked back small and confirmed Val's.

"I'm still losing my mind, but it's not a big injury, and it'll be fine.

"Worry for yourself more than that," said Stayle as she watched Val roll between people as the carriage rocked… calling out to Pride.

"Yeah, I know.

Pride nodded small from inside the cloth bag and sounded his throat quietly.

Instead of the ransom prepared by Val, let the men dare take them to their home base.

That was the plan of Chancellor Steele and Jilbert. Actually, I also thought I'd ask someone on the knight's errand or Jack the Kingsguard instead of the fifth. Because in the unlikely event that two children are really released in exchange, there will be no one to welcome them without Val. But since Val made it clear that "those kids are fine without me," and named a replacement from himself, Val and I, Stayle, Arthur, and Chancellor Jilbert eventually decided to dress up as junior human beings to take their place.

Me and Stayle, Chancellor Gilbert, turn into a child.

I had predictions since the first time Chancellor Jilbert told me I was going to turn to someone else, but after only the clothes of the lower class of children were prepared, I was fifteen to eleven years old by Chancellor Jilbert's special ability to age manipulate. Style was rejuvenated from fourteen to ten years old, each for four years. I wanted to be an adult who was physically more combative if I were to age manipulated anyway, but I was told that children would be more alert to enemies, and that I was safe with a lot of things, especially women, while I had to be younger.... although I doubt it will be safe at the time it is thrown into the cloth bag.

Val was quite upset at first when he began to see Chancellor Jilbert's age manipulation... or dont pull. Well, naturally I'd be surprised if people became children in front of me. Soon afterwards it was hard to contain the urge to scream "Jill" when he was as young as Chancellor Jilbert and turned thirteen. Chancellor Gilbert was a very beautiful man, even when he was thirteen years old. The look of smiling with thin water hair dripping seeps out the demon and cuteness that creates the unidentified beautiful boy of the game... and I also accidentally forgot that Chancellor Gilbert looked at the cancer. Finally, I was rude enough to even look like Steele's ten years old. We grew up together all the time, but the style was cute only four years ago. So much so that I stared seriously at the face of the style that remains unbearable, and accidentally hugged the style taller than myself. And then, looking back at Arthur, wondering if he was being left out of company and feeling alienated,... he looked at me with his eyes round and a bright red face. Though I'm dressed as a lower level child, I don't have that kind of exposure, or rather, I don't think an 11-year-old would care if there was an exposure... For some reason, "Um, can't you at least raise Master Pride's age a little more... ⁉" he stuck with Chancellor Gilbert. But it was at this age that it was perfect for the size of the clothes that Chancellor Gilbert prepared for me, so I ended up staying this way.... for some reason, though Stayle was laughing heavily with her belly next to me. Am I weird being so eleven? Corner Arthur, who has finally been able to see me decently since this morning, has returned to blushing again, but still at the end he held my hand, eleven years old, and said forcefully, "Now, I will protect you..." Now I mean, every time I'm just protected by Arthur.

For once, "Jill" is about Chancellor Jilbert so that even his name doesn't make him uncomfortable. The Style thing borrowed the name of an old friend before he was adopted. "Philip," I was to call each other by the name of "Jeanne," too. Chancellor Jilbert is uncomfortable with Style anyway, and I didn't think I would use this name myself. But I couldn't think of any other good names, and I was anxious that they wouldn't be able to react immediately to me being called Lotte or Marie. As embarrassed as I am to mislead it while I draft my own, I said to 13-year-old Chancellor Gilbert, "Chi... Father!" I jokingly called him, and after Chancellor Gilbert had shown him a decent face for a moment, he was extra embarrassed because he had hit me with a very loving smile with a straight ball.

I was shaken for a while by the carriage, and twice more by the time I reached my home base, I heard the door of the carriage open and several people were thrown in. Even though it was just us, people were packed even more and I was worried that I would die of lack of acid before I arrived because I was in a cloth bag.

And I stopped moving again when there was a carriage.

Gachangachan, and the fittings and the sounds around them have also become quite noisy. I think you've probably arrived at home.

The people caught in the carriage are screaming and crying in fright. Naturally, we can easily predict what will happen to us after this.

"Okay, I'm coming, sister.

Style's voice sounded.

All the steps in what we're going to do are in my head. When I reply "be careful" over the bag, the next thing I know is the footsteps of a child named Petapeta and the bewildered groans that would be the other caught people or "there kid! Growing up..." I heard a lurking voice.

- This is where the operation starts.