Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

Even when it comes to hostages, it's likely I was brought here as a comforter for Count Blah Blah. It's better if you just don't get made a woman.

In a way, as expected, or I was taken by the Earl's Son and thrown into one of the rooms of the Inquisition. Perhaps the rebels are standing here.

Threw into a simple bed, I land off my shoulder because I'm tied up with my back hand. It must be some abusive treatment because I can't resist and I don't need to be polite to someone who's going to be a wolf.

To me groaning at the solidity and momentum of the mattress, the Count Son puts a distorted grin on his mouth. Physiologically averse floating, my body trembles at the grin that even makes me nauseous.

"Well, it's time for some fun."

You lolicon, and I wanted to poison you.

Keep yourself strong and do not despair. Don't cry until you show a gap or help comes. You'll like it. Give me a break.

"... I have a few questions."

"Hmm, what?

Now that the position of the weak and the strong has been reversed, the Count Son seems to feel very well.... buy time, you can do about it. I'm teaching Jill a place with a ring, so I'll make an effort to come and help.

But it looks like it's home town, so it's dangerous. Leading Jill to such a dangerous place is also guilty.

"Where is Ruby?"

That's all I want to know. Where is Ruby, who is separated from me, and is he safe? That kid can't do anything yet, he's supposed to have to be protected by me.

"My brother, aren't you being taken to your mentor by now? as a deterrent over there."

"... then you should take me too"

I almost hit my tongue, but I can enjoy it. If he's imprisoned somewhere, he's still not going to be able to take it back so easily if he's taken under his best combat power.

I was thinking about getting Jill to help Ruby first and then escape on his own, but the operation is ruined. Then we have to think about the next course of action and measures.

"I thought I'd keep you a thing before I take you."

To me conceived not to find out, the Earl's Son revealed a sadistic grin. Lick-through gaze involves the discomfort of a greasy hand crawling around your whole body just like that.

Guissi, and ride up to bed to be covered in me.

I kicked the bed mat back with my legs, at least with resistance. It's a trivial escape, and you can't help but escape knowing that it incites the earl son's desire to conquer.

Shit, and the chain ornament I raised from my neck sounds rubbing. Jill and matching rings, and a small silver disc next door.... If we use this, we can't help it.

But if we can get to Ruby's side without a scratch, we can get there. Now I have to defend myself with my driving and strength.

A palm with a sexual purpose circles my lower back and wanders my developing chest. One thin negligee because it stays asleep. In my notion of protecting my body, it's also unlikely to help in front of this man.

I turn my gaze to the Count Son to be laid, even as he strengthens himself to boiling aversion and discomfort. I'm genuinely scared and disgusted, but indulge me, me.

"Please don't touch me. If you touch any more, I have an idea."

"Oh, what? You resist?

"If you disgrace my body, I will harm myself."

If you look straight up, the Earl's Son distorts his lips pleasantly, though rounding his eyes. It will be because we are still in the position of the absolute strong.

"You were originally told to turn me over to Master Georg, weren't you? It's such an arbitrary imitation."

"It's nothing hostage, so as long as you don't take your life, okay?

"Hostages have to be alive, right? If I hurt myself, all responsibility goes to you."

"You threaten me? But you're not seriously trying to hurt yourself, you're just saying that to shake it."

"Perhaps so. So here's what we'll do."

... I'm helpless right now, but it's not like I won't bite.

I hit a leg that was free where I shouldn't be aiming the most with unlimited force.

Hard to describe, disgusting feeling. An unspoken voice burst through the throat of the Count's son.

To the earl's son, who hangs on me and is annoyed, I immediately hit the earl's son with the best of my body and roll the bed. I landed off my back on the floor, but I didn't mind, cutting the cloth tying my hands with wind sorcery.

Luck and time fights from here. How to take me to a favorable situation. You can take away the consciousness of the Count of Polarism son, but then you won't have it.

Grab the knife that had the table on the side of the bed and I'll rip Negrije's chest shallow as it is. Then add a few crisp cuts to the skirt so that the slit can enter.

Then I got ready and fed the knife into my own two arms.

The feeling of sharp blades that cut the skin apart is very painful. Even the blood comes flowing. The first time I hurt my body with a murder weapon is my body or something, it's not funny.

Adjust the angle of the knife to make some cuts so that it can be dressed as a cut wind. Although it hurts, I can heal myself without a trace later, so bear with me.

If I can break the status quo with a little pain, I choose to be wounded.

Neck muscles to avoid damaging your arms, thighs, shoulders, and carotid arteries. Carve the plain and easy to see place as a quick red line yourself.

There were physiological tears in the pain, but I slipped the blood dripping knife to the floor plate on the side of the bed, where I could see it. The trick is over. From here, it depends on me and my luck.

"What's the scream now!

At the same time the setting of the situation is over, the door of the room opens and two men and women jump in. Naturally, but it would be people who would be rebels.

In anticipation of the two men and women breaking into the room, I ran out towards the entrance. The other party reacts quickly and tries to grab my shoulder close enough to stop me.

Rubbing through those hands with a single hair, I held one of the two, a female magician, thoughtfully.

"Huh? Hey,"

A female magician raising a bewildered voice as to whether it was too unexpected. The man next door was also surprised or solidified.

Pretending not to notice those two reactions, I shudder myself into small pieces and cling to the woman's body. Tears of pain were poured out with the addition of an element called fear.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,"

With a frightened voice caught in my throat, I cling to a woman. Don't stop shaking your body, dripping tears out of your eyes.

It was actually scary and nasty, disgusting. If you recall, there will be some tears.

It seems to me that the woman figured out what had happened when she saw me, shaking my body and my body. If I looked at the man with a proper hug on his side, the man also noticed what had happened to me, pointing his sharp gaze at the Count's son, who stuffs himself in bed.

However, he also guessed what had happened to the Count's son holding down his groin, even though he seemed a little pitiful.

"Son of the Count, she should be taken under her mentor as a hostage, why are you bringing her here? And let me even get hurt...!

If the Earl's son raised his voice so much, even if he was paying for it, he would find out who was around him. I've also folded in detecting anomalies and jumping in.

It was a bet here, but I guess I succeeded in that bet. In a better direction than I thought.

Though rebellion, not everyone is an outward path. It involves people who are not satisfied with the situation, and not all of them prefer outrageous behavior.

Some of them will hate hurting you more than they need to.

I've been waiting for someone like that. I knew I'd be intruded, and the bet is what kind of people that would come. It was a delightful miscalculation that women came better.

"Damn, that one, me,... well, I won't, then."

"I didn't do it! Knife injuries, etc!

The Earl's son, whose face was distorted by pain and anger, roughed up his voice, so I hug the woman like frightened.

Now, who do you trust, a kid whose frightened, crying skin is also dewy, or a kidnapper who was once confirmed lollicon in popular surroundings by suspicion of lollicon?... Well, you have the answer, don't you?

Did the same-sex female magician sympathize with me sipping her nose, Count? Count Son doesn't seem trustworthy in the first place.

"Rubi, if you don't want to be turned down, be quiet..."

I'm not lying. I'm just interpreting enlargement.

A girl who can't do anything with her brother (Ruby) taken hostage. That kind of impression, with that in mind. You all know there's a sorcery aptitude for duel noise, so unless you do anything, you have to make both of us think you're not going to break out.

"It's okay, 'cause there's nothing weird anymore."

A helpless, vulnerable girl frightened by attempted rape by the Count's son.

The two of us are sympathetic to me for successfully planting such an image. Because they are two conscientious people who are likely to be resistant to hurting their children in the first place. It's good that these two caught on.

She whispers, "It's okay to forgive me if I stroke your back." I hold on, I weep. Behind my nose, hot as a paralysis.

Crying is a bit of an act in there, but... really, I was scared. It is also a tear of relief that protected chastity.

... Well, here comes the real deal. Don't just expect help, you have to do your best.