Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound Chapter 371

Episode 371 Solitary confinement (1)

Solitary confinement. The corporal punishment of being alone in a room.

In general, being alone in a prison cell is considered a major punishment.

You may wonder why using a room alone is punishment, but if the size of the room is so small that it defies common sense, you will understand.

The commonly known concept of solitary confinement is a perfect closed room with nothing to see or talk about in a small space that is less than half a pyeong.

However, this is the definition of solitary confinement in ordinary prisons, and solitary confinement in New Wave is much harsher.

‘…I heard that.’

The punishment of 3 months in solitary confinement for refusing to work and confronting the jailer.

Now, Vikir will experience firsthand what ‘solitude’ is, which leads to the harshest punishment after execution even within the New Wave.

Creak-creak-squeak-

A guard transported Bikir, who had been beaten and covered in blood from Dordium.

He said in a low voice as he pulled the cart.

“You will be put in solitary confinement from this time. You can come out in 100 days.”

Bikir raised his head, removed the blood scab, and opened his eyes.

Then I saw a guard with a familiar face. The

< Garm Nord >

nameplate was a name that I saw quite often.

“Did you get hit again?”

Bikir asked, and Garm smiled bitterly.

“No. This time I volunteered.”

“…why?”

“It’s to get you relatively safely to solitary confinement.”

Gareum said that there are often evil guards who kill prisoners who have become super-death swords for fun.

So he volunteered to ensure that Bikir did not suffer any disadvantage other than the punishment prescribed by law.

Bikir tilted his head.

“Whether I die or not, what does that have to do with you?”

“…I just did it because I was grateful.”

“Thank you?”

“Yes. Because you didn’t kill me.”

At Gareum’s words, Bikir was silent for a moment.

It was a riot that was calculated in many ways, so there was no need to increase the work more than necessary.

So, Bikir deliberately worked hard so that there were no deaths, but Garm seemed to have misunderstood something when he saw that.

The moment Bikir was about to tell the truth, Garreum continued.

“And… above all, thank you for returning Kirko safely.”

Kirko? Bikir tilted his head for a moment.

And soon, Vikir recalled the face of the brave girl jailer whom he had briefly confronted before fighting Dordium.

‘He was a very good friend. It’s a waste to rot in a place like this.’

After a short flashback, Vikir glanced around again.

The ears of Gareum, who was pulling the cart in front, were slightly red.

“All the other guards had crushed noses, broken teeth, and sprained limbs… but Kirko didn’t have any major injuries. That’s why I’m grateful.”

“Why are you thankful that the woman was uninjured?”

“That’s…”

Garum hesitated and tried to answer something, but then shut his mouth.

Seeing this, Bikir seemed to understand why Garum was despised by his fellow guards and prisoners.

‘It’s too ordinary. It’s a personality that can only be looked down on at the bottom of this hell.’

Gareum was an ordinary late-teenage boy.

So, in unusual places, of course, there was no choice but to be disadvantaged.

As a result, Gareum was ostracized by fellow guards at the dorm and became the target of contempt by prisoners at the workplace.

He seemed to be despised even by his girlfriend, whom he had a crush on.

‘It doesn’t suit Nouvelle Vague in many ways.’

Bikir gave an evaluation of Garum.

Nature seems to be good, but in Nouvelle Vague such things are of no use whatsoever.

at that time.

Gareum opened her mouth.

“…I’m going to be in solitary confinement from now on.”

“…”

“Before that, I recommend that you kill yourself by biting your tongue. Solitary confinement… is really horrible.”

The so-called Gareum with good nature. It was advice that such a gareum gave with sincerity.

But Bikir understandably ignored the advice.

“I heard that kind of advice even when I was just escorted to New Wave.”

“Ha, but solitary confinement is on a different level! It’s so terrible that it can’t be compared to escorts or entrance ceremonies…!”

however. Gareum couldn’t finish his words.

Suddenly, a long shadow began to cast in front of the cart.

“Hohoho- Oh my God? Who is this? It’s been a while since I’ve had a guest?”

A woman’s voice resounded in the dark red cave.

The moment he heard that, Gareum’s body began to stiffen.

“Then I’m here. I wish you luck.”

Gareum left a last word of thanks to Bikir.

Then, after giving a strong salute to the other side, he turned around and ran away.

“…”

Bikir raised his head.

Then, you can see the mountain peaks rising up like an awl. Its appearance reminds me of the ‘Red Awl Castle’, the domain of the House of Morgue.

Ah, there was a woman walking with a bleak background behind.

Tall, slender body, voluptuous body, and even more voluptuous Mustang mustache.

A woman with a thick mustache beneath her sunglasses was looking down at Bikir.

Bikir guessed her identity at a glance.

‘……Colonel Souaré.’

Known as a mixed blood of a dwarf and an elf, she is one of the five chief wardens representing New Wave and was considered one of the most influential next prison wardens along with Colonel Dordium.

Inheriting dwarven blood, she grew a beard despite being a woman and had a natural talent for handling minerals.

“Hmm~ Let’s see. You’re that new prisoner who fought Dordium? You’re energetic too.”

Suware looked down at Bikir and grinned.

Quageek-

Suware smashed the cart to pieces with the heels of his high heels, then lifted Bikir by the neck with his hands.

“Let’s see~ Which cell should I put you in?”

Suware shook Bikir and said in an alluring voice.

Bikir frowned.

There’s nothing around that could look like a room, so what are you going to do?

……However, Bikir’s doubts were quickly resolved.

“Yes. Shall we mix asphalt and concrete with BDSM powder and make a model?”

Before long, Suware rolled his foot on the floor once.

Then an amazing thing happened.

Gulleong-

The ground at the place Suware hit with his foot melted away, and soon it boiled, emitting red light like lava.

It soon became a thick liquid like molten metal and began to change its appearance according to Suware’s will.

“I’ll make you a cell that’s the right size for you.”

Suware grinned and set Bikir on the floor. And he bit a large tube into his mouth.

“This is your breathing hole. Don’t miss it.”

As soon as Suware’s words finished, the concrete and asphalt that flowed from above began to cover Bikir’s body.

Bikir’s body was soon swallowed up in a mixture of concrete and asphalt and became like a chrysalis.

Hot lava flows over it.

Chii-i-i-i-

the mold was hardening.

Bikir had to close his eyes at the unbearably high internal temperature and feeling of exhaustion.

‘……This is the solitary confinement of New Wave.’

Solitary confinement was so terrible that even Bikir in the world felt somber.

I could see why prisoners fear solitary confinement as much as the death penalty.

They were sentenced to as much as 100 days to avoid solitary confinement, which usually lasted for a day or two, and even a week at the worst.

‘Put him in solitary confinement. The period is three months, no, to fill 100 days.’

‘yes! One hundred days in solitary confinement would be a de facto ‘execution’.’

It seems now that he understands why Lieutenant Colonel Bastille, who had heard Dordium’s orders, treated Bikir as a death row prisoner.

‘Still, I’m glad he gave me a tube in his mouth.’

Water and food will come in here, and breathing will be possible anyway.

However, since I couldn’t do anything, it was a waste of time for the diligent Vikir.

‘……I’ll take this opportunity to rest my body a bit and organize my inner self a bit.’

It’s been a while since I’ve been running forward, so it’s important to stop and look back.

However, I couldn’t help but feel that the place was very unpleasant.

Vikir decided to avoid solitary confinement no matter what happened in the future.

Three months and ten days ahead.

Bikir intended to train his mind through meditation and, at the same time, put together information from before returning to plan how to act in the future.

…

I would have done just that if it hadn’t been for a sudden voice from an unexpected place.

“Pusssss… A young friend came in this time?”

The voice of a man who seemed quite old.

“It’s good that I have a solitary friend in my later years. Please, young man, survive for a long time. That way, I’ll talk to you and talk to you.”

It was a very painful voice, as if scratching a glass plate with a nail.

“Who are you?”

Bikir spoke briefly, pushing the hardening concrete with his lower jaw.

In the meantime, I had to be careful not to drop the stick in my mouth.

OK.

“…”

The answer was not heard for a while.

By the time the silence slowly hardens like concrete.

“Pusssss…”

The unpleasant laughter continued for a long time.

And soon, the person locked in the solitary cell next to him revealed his identity.

“Just call me ‘Angajument’.”