Chapter 390: The Worst Torture (3)

Chapter 390: The Worst Torture (3)

"Let's resolve it through dialogue."

Vikir said. Everyone's mouths dropped open at those words.

Even the guards who were building the siege, and even Sakkuth, who was leading the hostage situation, and Kirko, who was being held hostage.

....

Silence. Silence settled over the labour camp where the hostage situation had just taken place.

Sakkuth was the first to speak.

"What the hell. You're that idiot, right? Are you insane?"

Vikir was an old warrior who had lived through the Age of Destruction, and he knew better than to hide his mana and presence.

Even Hugo, patriarch of Baskerville Family, hadn't noticed.

Not surprisingly, Sakkuth did not recognise Garm's identity.

Vikir shrugged at Garm appearance.

"I have a clean & sober mind."

"No, you weren't dead to me in the first place...."

"I almost was, once."

When a person comes out of a near-death experience, there is often a great deal of internal growth.

Sakkuth narrowed his eyes at Garm atsmophere, who had changed into a different person.

"You still look the same, but it's like you've become a different person. Your eyes have become a little more useful."

"If you do, then release my motivation so we can continue working on the construction."

"Kurururu... Fuck you, kid. I'm glad you've changed, and you're trying to make up for it with some words."

Sakkuth snorted, as if he didn't need to talk to him.

But Garm didn't back down and continued to stand there.

Behind him, he heard some guards shouting.

"Hey, lowly guard, where do you think you're going!"

"Can you get back now! You're only increasing the number of hostages!"

"Tsk, tsk, you're going to die. You should know the subject."

As they said. Sakkuth cleared his throat and and pulled phlegm into his mouth.

...twees!

A foul-smelling spit of phlegm flew like a quack to Garm's face.

It was an attack that was sure to infect him with plague.

What?

Shhh.

With a simple flick of his head to the side, Garm dodged the attack.

Even though it was not possible for a low-ranking guard to react quickly.

"...!?"

Sakkuth's expression changed.

Seizing the opportunity, Garm spoke in a voice barely audible to the other guards.

"I've got something to talk about, don't you think?"

"Kurururu, how ridiculous."

Sakkuth laughed in disbelief.

"What the hell are you trying to talk about, you and me?"

It worked.

The words spoken by high-ranking guards are not to be trusted in the first place.

That was a fact that the hostage-taker knew best.

However, in the midst of all these high-ranking guards, a low-level guard who walked out alone with guts.

What kind of dialogue would he try to have with him?

Sakkuth was mildly curious about that.

However, the spontaneous curiosity disappeared as easily as it had arisen.

"Oh, forget it. There's no way this body is on the same level as yours, so how can we have a dialogue...."

"Queen."

"...!"

"It's about the one who sent you here."

But Sakkuth's expression quickly hardened.

The keyword had just scratched his sensitivities to the bone.

The reason for his rampage was that he had been abandoned by the Queen.

Blood that smelled disgusting and fishy, and a cigarette soaked in it.

Sakkuth took the cigarette from his mouth and held it out to Garm.

"Smoke this, and I will recognise your guts."

At that, all the guards fell silent.

Even Kirko narrowed her eyes in thought.

'...There's no way he's putting that in his mouth.'

The blood was a Class 1 hazardous material.

A single drop on the ground is a terrible poison that requires a radius of tens of metres to be disinfected with alcohol, fire, and gunpowder.

Who in their right mind would touch a cigarette that could infect someone with a terrible plague?

Let alone put it in his mouth.

Lt. Colonel Bastille, at the head of the siege, gritted his teeth.

'For a lowly guard, he was good at taking time, but...Is this where it ends?'

He had planned to advance his men in the rear, little by little, extremely slowly, and attack Sakkuth from behind.

But there wasn't enough time for that.

Sakkuth hadn't let his guard down in the slightest.

...Then.

Something happened that shocked everyone.

Shhh.

Garm casually accepted the cigarette offered to him.

Without warning, he popped the cigarette into his mouth.

"Fire."

And even calmly asking for a fire.

Sakkuth stood still, somewhat dazed.

He didn't think he'd actually light it.

But Garm shook his head nonchalantly.

"You'll have to provide fire."

At that, he turned his head toward the guards with a blank expression on his face.

And then.

cheog-

A guard of the rank of Major hurriedly rummaged through his chest and threw a match into Sakkuth hands.

Crickss- Swoosh!

Unable to hide his disbelief, Sakkuth struck the match and lit the cigarette in Garm's mouth.

The sight of a giant poisonous snake, imprisoned on the Level 8, bending down to light a cigarette for a junior guard less than half his height was a strange one.

Huuuw.

Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, Garm immediately blew out a long stream of smoke.

"...."

While everyone watching was with their mouths open with blank expressions.

"How did you know?"

Sakkuth asked with a straight face.

"That I don't actually have plague poison in my blood."

It was a shocking revelation.

All the guards watching realised that they had been deceived for the past two years.

In fact, there was no plague in Sakkuth body.

He had mimicked the plague by creating a skin disease that was only apparently serious, using powders of several types of fungi and mushrooms readily available in the Nouvelle Vague, as well as the antidotes and antiseptics injected and applied by doctors, and he had used that to his advantage.

Being a native of Leviathan, an extremely poisonous place, and the founder of the plague, the "Red Death," supported his bluff.

But it was all just a bluff with a twist.

The question then becomes how Garm, a lowly guard, could have known this beforehand.

"That guy also had something to believe in!"

"But how did he know it was a bluff? The doctors couldn't figure it out."

"Really? Is there any way to tell?"

Sakkuth, who holding Kirko by the throat, and all the other guards took note of how Garm had seen through Sakkuth's bluff.

...and.

Garm opened his mouth and answered everyone's question in a slow and dry tone.

"I didn't know?"