#666. I have to do what I have to do.
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Depending on the region, the number of prisoners in Gulag averages over 100,000.
Because there are so many people gathered
Except for the fact that it was isolated from society, it was no exaggeration to say that each Gulag was actually a separate city.
If it were a decent country, it would have been impossible to even maintain, let alone establish.
Technology that automated the entire facility.
The know-how accumulated by monitoring the people.
Even a huge number of prisoners there.
It was possible because it was the Russian Khanate that had everything, and it was an unprecedented facility that was actually built.
But even automation has its limits.
Surveillance of prisoners.
Management of manufactured goods.
Maintenance of various machines, etc.
There were more than thousands of prison guards living in Gulag, as there were many parts that needed human hands.
There is even a separate residence for the prison guards and their families.
jerk jerk.
the center of such a dwelling.
Deep underground, there was a prison guard who moved frequently.
Exclusively small physique.
baggy uniform.
Until the gas mask.
Even if you look at it, the prison guard who stood out among the prison guards quietly moved through the corridors of the Central Control District alone.
No matter how much the number of prison guards has decreased due to the redeployment after the revolution, that is relative.
It’s only natural that hundreds of people, from simple guards to those who do business, are stationed at the central control center.
Her actions, which she had never encountered before, were truly bizarre and surprising.
But the prison guard.
There was nothing particularly surprising about Ainsha.
She is the world’s greatest prophet.
Even though prophecy became difficult due to the twisted fate of the world, it was easy to avoid the future of meeting someone.
All the more because she took the risk of emotional wear and tear and learned even the clairvoyant.
‘…strange.’
while sneaking in.
It was for this reason that Ainsha was able to afford to be lost in her thoughts.
‘Somehow I feel stuffy inside.’
Ever since yesterday, when I saw Yekatrice and Rin wandering around the game room together.
heavy as a stone.
sharp like a needle.
In the tightness that presses on the chest.
Ainsha let out a slight sigh.
It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this way.
Li Qingyu sniffed his scent.
Even when I felt Rose for him.
Because I felt something similar.
Still, the reason she was cramped wasn’t just because it was a sensation she couldn’t get used to.
Because the discomfort is much stronger than before.
Before I saw Yekatrice yesterday.
It has been since the time of the Seven Dragons.
‘…It’s because of that ring.’
What Maia was wearing.
Look at the ring he gave you.
Ever since I heard her declaration that she became Limon’s bride.
The alien sensations that permeated my heart were making my heart creak more and more like iron sand stuck to a cogwheel.
‘It’s okay though.’
Swallowing that creak
Ainsha muttered inwardly.
‘I am Lee’s bride. That doesn’t change.’
If it’s another princess.
You may not have been able to deal with this discomfort.
However, the girl, who had been controlling her emotions all her life to protect herself from foresight, naturally suppressed those feelings this time as well.
Jealousy, monopoly.
It is unnecessary.
All you need is his love.
That’s why she was willing to accept Limon’s relationship with any number of princesses in the future.
Forgive Li Qingyu for cutting in the line.
Just as he condoned Rose’s betrayal.
And that was enough.
Unlike other princesses who will fight with jealousy and monopoly, it is to become a haven for pure love.
For that alone would make her more dear to him than any other princess.
‘This is the dignity of courtesy.’
Did you say Ugong Yisan?
Without any special gimmicks or tricks.
Like an honest fool who moved mountains just by doing his job.
The girl who had even won the heart of a man who had lived for hundreds of years just by taking one step at a time was determined.
And put one hand in your bosom.
Grab the small key tightly.
At the end of the Central Control District.
Finally arriving in front of a metal door in a corner, she brought the card key she took out of her pocket.
Wei Ying.
The thick metal door opens.
What appeared was the records room.
From advanced information processing devices to paper documents.
In the space where all sorts of miscellaneous data about Gulag were piled up, Ainsha calmly searched through the records.
A vast record that would take a few hours or even a few days to check out one by one.
Fortunately, she didn’t have to.
Cheonri Presid.
Because Ainsha, who is a scholar who can read even the laws of the sky based on her foresight, gave me the data to find after searching for a few days.
Charleuk.
Sometimes the monitor.
Sometimes old papers.
Sometimes torn old books.
After continuing to look, Ainsha muttered with a blunt face as always.
[…Really.]
No matter how weak she is of the Seven Dragons, she is also the priestess of the Divine League and the president of a large corporation called Tiamat.
It was only necessary to check a few important records.
The bizarre aspect of the suicide in this Gulag.
[I understand why you said you had to investigate this.]
To realize that this is suspicious just by intuition.
He is also said to be his own groom.
For a while to be proud.
Ainsha, carrying several documents that could serve as evidence, walked out of the Central Control Center again with a lighter pace than when she came.
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Proud of the ability of the bride.
Excited at the thought of being praised.
Wiing.
[Rin is here…]
But after returning to the cell.
Ainsha completely forgot about the excitement of a moment ago.
[…Lynne Elshar. I want to know what you are doing.]
Tied up in a straitjacket.
sitting on the bed.
A white-haired beauty with a slender body.
And then on her lap.
Looking at the white-haired girl enjoying that soft touch all over her body.
Clutching the papers in her hands, she couldn’t help but stare at the two with her transparent eyes.
creaking
Unbeknownst to him, deep down in his heart, he began to feel uncomfortable sensations again.
* * *
“So I was just showing you a note?”
“Just show me the note and that’s it. You don’t have to sit on your lap.”
“Then isn’t it fun?”
“….”
The eyes of an investigator interrogating a serial killer who said he committed serial murder just for fun wouldn’t be so cold.
Far from being intimidated by Ainsha’s more expressionless questioning than usual.
On the contrary, Yekathrice giggled as if she was having fun.
Thanks to that, in the cooler air.
Lin sighed.
“Don’t worry too much about it. I was really just looking at the note.”
“Rin is too soft on Catherine.”
“Aren’t you tired of dealing with a crazy kid seriously?”
“…That’s right. Also Lynn. It is an attitude that I want to learn.”
Then it seems a bit genuine.
Looking at Ainsha, who nodded seriously, Yekathrice made a confused expression.
“Sister, I’m a little tasteless, but isn’t it a bit too much for me to treat you like a mad dog?”
“Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?”
“is it?
“Sorry to the mad dogs. What’s wrong with them being compared to you?”
“Did you mean that by being too much?!”
Isn’t it too much to treat herself as a princess of the Silver Dragon Clan as something less than a mad dog?
To Ainsha, who is happy with an expressionless face after seeing Yekatrice, who was clinging and whining, but was hit by a headbutt and sank.
Lin asked calmly.
“So how did the investigation go?”
“I found out a few things.”
After answering bluntly.
Ainsha moved often.
Then I turned and jumped in front of the bed.
“…What are you doing, stupid princess?”
“Show the papers to Rin.”
“What does that have to do with sitting on my lap?”
“I want to know if Yekathrice can do this, but I, the bride, can’t.”
“No, that’s it…”
He even put on a puzzled expression for a while.
At the end of watching the little girl sitting on her lap and being silent.
Lin finally sighed.
“You want to do whatever you want.”
“All right. You do whatever you want.”
Sitting on Rin’s lap, just as Yekathrice had been sitting a while ago, leaning the back of her head against the soft cushion.
Ainsha unfolded the slightly crumpled papers.
“I checked all the records of suicides in this Gulag. So I found something strange.”
“What do you mean?”
“For now, this is it.”
“This is…”
Wait a moment to listen to Ainsha’s explanation while looking at the wide open documents.
After figuring out the approximate contents.
Rin frowned.
“…was it like that.”
Why do bad premonitions match so well?
Ainsha asked Limon with an expressionless face as he clicked his tongue at the unfairness of the world.
“Rin, I want to know what to do now.”
“You have to do what you have to do.”
Lynn rolled her eyes.
And why.
It is as if you are looking at a rice field where the seeds you sow have grown.
Yekathrice, who was looking at Ainsha sitting on her lap with a happy face.
No, to be precise, he continued talking quietly while looking at the note in her hand.
“It looks like they want to meet us too.”
* * *
Gulag is a prison.
It is at night that this fact can be seen most clearly.
It was a dark hour.
In the mundane world, from night patrols to drunken night shift workers and those who simply enjoy a night walk.
Even at night in Moscow, where the cold wave rages, traces of human beings that can be found little by little disappear in the Gulag after the lights are turned off.
In that sense, this moment.
Even though he was a prisoner, his presence unconcerned in the darkness of Gulag was truly alien.
But he didn’t really take it very seriously.
Just take it for granted.
I was just nervous.
‘Should I come?’
Invitations have already been sent.
What remains is the choice of the two sisters.
Will they accept the invitation?
Or ignore it like Bachemensky.
When he passes the time in the dark, trying to suppress his mixed feelings of anticipation and anxiety.
Wei Ying.
“…!”
The tightly closed iron window opens.
The people he had been waiting for appeared.
Seeing the white-haired sister who appeared after being guided by a former prison guard comrade who had been sent to meet him, he had a bright expression without knowing it.
“Thank you for accepting the invitation. I was worried about what would happen if you didn’t come.”
“You…”
“I’m sorry. I am so happy that the introduction is late.”
Was it because it was an unexpected encounter?
Looking at the white-haired beauty Rin with her eyebrows raised and her always cold face, he respectfully bowed his head.
“I will formally greet you.”
Elshar and Rin.
Ever since the two sisters were imprisoned.
I kept watching the two of them.
The one I tried to contact.
“My name is Dmitry Semyonov.”
Contact should be more careful.
Despite the advice of other comrades.
The person who finally decided to greet the two sisters himself and enforced that will.
“It’s not enough, but I lead a small group called the Counter-Revolutionary Army.”
The boy, the head of the counter-revolutionary army, greeted his new comrades with such a bright smile.
