The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 75: PRISONER AND DEATH (2)

Since Claude didn't say anything, I did too and shut my mouth. It is better to follow him from behind than to say stupid things that are clearly visible in plain sight. Surprisingly here I was a little tense for no reason and gulped.

When we entered the Underground Prison down the stairs only a dark view with only a fire torch hanging in place of a light lamp.

My hand that was stuck to the brick wall could only feel a sense of coldness that was less natural. More precisely the temperature is less regular in this place.

The deeper we went, the more we stopped.

“See Saint.”

The moment Claude opened his voice right in front of one iron prison cell I saw a dozen people there with their hands tied and a tattered state of camping.

My eyes immediately dropped as soon as I saw the faces of those people.

“Y-his majesty!? Your Majesty please forgive me! I promise I won't commit such a criminal act again so please... Please get me out of here!”

Once aware of Claude's whereabouts they could only beg and prostrate in front of him. Especially the nobles who had been captured by Claude. How many people are involved in this case? More than 4 people.

“Viscount has told me many times, if you want to say something not to me but to the person next to me. And what you said Viscount, for a subordinate of the Queen like you to beg is not like you I used to see.”

That smile is not a smile that can be interpreted as good. Only the deepest despair was in his eyes. All the captives knew about it as well as they knew this Crown Prince. But in situations they may be able to understand why they chose to kiss the floor instead of raising their eyes.

At least they're not stupid.

Her... Claude, if it's in front of him somehow everything feels absolute.

Is this just a hunch? I vaguely felt it too.

“R-queen! The queen would understand if you told her! Your Majesty, please tell the Queen!”

Well, it's all not important. Now the main focus is this.

From inside the prison cell the faces that were a little familiar I could recognize. From left to right, all of them curled up with their hands on iron chains and ankles. So they don't run away? They look more like worms than humans now.

“S-Saint?!”

One of the orphanage managers. I suspect he's guarding the eastern district.

Realizing my whereabouts she immediately dropped her body down. He forgot if his legs were tied so he intended to stand up and fail. Like a fool.

“S-saint please! S-I didn't do anything wrong! I swear!”

The man raised his face to look at me. His despairing face was already distorted between fear as well as despair. The extent to which Claude had tortured him until he was battered.

But, I didn't reply.

How long have I not seen a scene like this. It feels new and sounds terrible to describe. It was as if something of a varied nature was churning within me. The anger? Tense out? Poor fellow?

No, there's nothing like it.

Those who realize me. The guards and caretakers of the orphanage from the other districts also kowtowed before my feet and smiled with faces eager to understand. It's insanity.

“Mhm, I understand.”

Claude realized my actions were slightly gasped, probably because I suddenly opened my mouth.

I crouched down and spoke in a soft tone of voice.

“Whose do you think I am?”

“A-you are a Saint! Saint is the hand and foot belonging to god!”

“Good son.”

Then I turned the other question to each other and was answered alternately in a trembling voice and full of caution so as not to make a mistake.

It really is a calculation.

“Saint, what tasks should Saint carry?”

“M-save mankind!”

“Ya exactly. And what about those who suffer, are they worth saving?”

“T-certain! S-everyone deserves a rescue.”

My eyes were getting deeper and more piercing to perforate every face in front of me.

“Dan last. Is your action worth questioning and getting fair and good judgment?”

“I-iya!”

I fell silent and did not ask any more questions like the police introspecting the prisoners.

“S-saint is the one who understands the most! You are the only one we respect!”

I could feel the cold air next to me. It was Claude who had his ribbon rising yet he held it down by gritting inward with a smile.

I took a breath until I let out a sound of his breathing. A few minutes had passed and the state inside the cell could be understood, becoming silent and silent.

“In this world gods don't exist, I hope you guys underline that. Second, it is clear how I save the people who need my help and I will fight for it. Third, save humanity? Are you seriously saying that in front of an 8-year-old?”

My hands moved in between the prison pipes and grabbed one of their faces and lifted it up smoothly.

“Why did I save mankind? If the person I have to save doesn't even deserve to get the rescue.”

The moment our faces met, this man's expression became stiff and gravely frightened.

I don't know what he saw from his retina when he looked at me. And I also don't know what expression I'm now painting, it's something beyond estimation.

However, I can explain, if my magic energy that is now coming out due to emotions overflows within me. It pressured them all and frightened them.

“Your answers. Though you already know the answer and still want to get rescue, do I need a mirror to bring me here? Crime, slavery, human auctions, illegal trafficking. Everyone, you think even gods will forgive your actions?”

I laughed, I laughed out loud and out loud, maybe the whole contents of this place echoed because of the sound of my laughter.

Not only the prisoner, even Claude and the knights who followed from behind were also confused. Why am I laughing? That's what makes them a little nervous.

“Haa... What a stupid and silly question. If the gods exist and forgive your actions, then I will gladly go against his orders to punish you with a proper reply.”

This world has been abandoned, the god does not exist. If there is then any form of salvation as they ask will surely be answered. Even the dying will be healed. But, this world that will end never even once get the miracle.

No, even from the beginning the miracle did not exist. It's beyond our will. But, at least we can make the miracle ourselves as we want.

Although it is not absolute, even if it is only fiction and not real, and even though it is just a dream.

I did not care and still chased after him despite only leaving behind a beam of hope light.

These people have fallen.

“They don't deserve to be saved.”

Mumbles me by moving my lips lightly.

“Yes noble, do you like to see people suffer?”

“...! Haha, sure. Saint?”

“Why are you asking the obvious.”

After letting go of their faces and seeing that they had completely lost hope, I felt satisfied. I stood up and looked at Claude with a smile.

“I also like it.”

“So it's been decided?”

“Ya.”

It was really something I could predict very well. Even without seeing it. Claude and I really are like two equal sides. Just a few different pieces. But our goal remains on what is currently ahead.

As parables...

“Kill them all.”

...For the first time in this world I want the death of another with all my heart.

Claude chuckled then laughed out loud like an insane person. Even though he was so from the beginning.

Those red eyes lit up with the color of blood, his golden hair flowing between the air slowly heating up.

“By pleasure.”

A flash of sparks appeared in the air and without restraining himself. The flames that gathered in Claude's hands, began to burn the prisoners inside.

The scream of death became a choral rhythm.

While Claude was executing with a face that really looked to enjoy it, I walked over to leave.

Burning by the fire of judgment is the most painful death.