88 La Promenade (2/2)
”For stepping out to tell me the truth earlier.”
”Hehe... No need for that young sir. I'm just being honest. There's also nothing I would lose, so please understand my comrades who are still partly under the King's propaganda hypnotism.”
”I understand... I'll trust the preparations to your hand sir Gallahad. I have humans to free.”
”Roger.” With a little sip of his cigarette, he then dragged the caged King towards a place where all of the denizens can gather.
And then, together with the tour guide soldier, we reached the luxurious castle which is unexpectedly surrounded by these grand mansions that are very different from what we saw the moment we first entered. The High class, so to say... It's as if your distance from the palace determines your social status. The closer you are, the better life gets and vice versa: the further you are, the more cannon fodder you'd be.
”This way, sir.”
They then permitted us to enter the exterior premise of the castle still escorted by the same army tour guide. It was very discrepant from what I saw outside. The castle's gate has this golden door. Positioned outside were these Golden carriages with well-breed Pegasus as its means of force. And in the midst, is this large maintained garden and in it, is a fountain, mingling with clean waters, while there's some Tarragon kid that I saw outside drinking this brownish liquid ... Just thinking about how these Tarragons were unable to carry out a reform for this unscrupulous and apparent corruption makes my stomach hurts... It's very disgusting. It makes me wonder as to what kind of brainwashing technique did this 'Camp of Bravery' incorporate to stay them silenced in all of this.
Then, at the back of the castle, there's this underground pathway... The guide, taking with him, a lightened torch entered.
”Follow me, sir.” He said...
”Yes...” I replied. But first, I have no intention of letting Shiro enter such a putrid-looking underground chamber.
”Celes... Could you wait here together with Shiro and Amadea?”
”Sure. That would be no problem...” Celes replied, but Amadea, however, was not willing to give up in her endeavor to ask for forgiveness to those that she had lured which is currently inside the place.
”L-let me go with you!” She exclaimed, still with the stressed-out face.
”Do whatever you like... Just don't force yourself too much.”
Having said that, I, together with the guide, and Amadea entered the caliginous den.
And inside, is this depressing and dark walk, almost like along the corridors of death. It's the kingdom's torture chamber... No, it really is a slaughterhouse. There was this suite of several doors of metals and while I have the capability to do it, I don't have any interest in seeing what lies beneath. Well, it's not good to be too intrusive anyway.
There's even this canal connected to every room, following the pathway, and in it was not just any disparaging liquid... Its blood constantly flowing in streams giving off this unsettling stench that is very rancid...
”Here we are, sir”
Reaching the innermost part of the unlit chamber, we found ourselves facing this callous high door with a scary-carved figure of a demon.
The guide then opened the very entry and inside the disparaging and poignant premise are almost a hundred men chained to the walls, together with these decaying bodies of unknown creatures and several skulls on the dark background The incarcerated had their clothes torn palpably because of the abominable torments that they endured... but examining them deeply, they were without wounds... Probably from Shiro and Kurenai's distant and eloquent healing.
But, there were also youngsters my age across that chamber, and some of them, especially girls, are in a state of psychological trauma .
About a ten or so, who maintained their avid consciousness were in disbelief as they saw me walk upon that room...
”Sir Guide, please do free them from this appalling place” I requested the guide, who was a little stunned seeing that the abused captives were without wounds, but acting professionally, he does what I request, bringing out these heavy-looking keys from his waist...
”Wh-who are you?” Asked a middle-aged man as his chains are being removed.
”There's no need to explain anything in here sir. And please don't even consider this an act of benevolence. ” I exclaimed...