The Little Devil of Sakaz

Worm was no longer aware of the changes in the school. He carried the Sakota musicians and returned to the stronghold with the Blood Demon.

The news that the little devil captured a Sakota quickly spread in the stronghold, and all the Sakaz who had time came over to see what was going on.

Sakota was looked at and commented on like a dark cloud beast in a pet store.

This is not a comfortable situation.

But fortunately, the Sakaz boy who captured her has a high status in these Sakaz. As the other party's prisoner, her safety is somewhat guaranteed - provided that the boy is willing to let her live.

"Hehe, this halo man's skin is quite tender, and it looks like water will flow out of it just by pinching it."

The little devil did exactly that. He pinched the opponent's face hard, leaving a painful red mark on the Sakota musician's delicate face.

It was this thing that made her worry about Worm's safety for most of the day.

"Don't play to death, w. We haven't interrogated her about the purpose yet."

Ines, who came to the house, reminded her to prevent the little devil from causing harm to this person.

"I know, who will interrogate her? The blood demon? The scavenger? Or you?"

Dabuliu felt that no matter who these people were, they could torture the other person into unconsciousness, or if she came to interrogate him, he could make the other person spit out his purpose and die happily.

"None of them. His Highness came to interrogate her personally."

The word "interrogation" is a bit strong, and Ines thinks that the word "asking questions" should be used to better suit the character of the little devil.

"Worm comes in person? Well, does this bitch have to do this?"

Dabuliu was a little surprised. Did this woman have some important information that was worthy of being interrogated by the Demon King himself?

"It's because her spells target people's emotions, making it easy for other Sakaz to cause problems, so His Highness decided to come in person."

"But if it's Worm, wouldn't it be more troublesome if something went wrong?"

Worm is the central node of the Sakaz. If something happens to him, the other Sakaz will not talk about unity and just break up on the spot. You go to your Ursus, and I will go back to my Kazdel.

"How does she compare to that Highness, w."

Ines felt that she should give her brain a lesson, so as not to lose all the little IQ she had after following Worm for too long.

"Uh... then she must be nothing. Oh, yes."

The little devil felt that he had not read books for too long and his IQ had dropped.

He had clearly seen the more powerful Theresa's abilities, so how could he think that the little devil who had always been by his side would be threatened by the spell of an unknown Sakota.

"Okay, w, get out of the way, His Highness will be here in a moment."

Your Highness...

Sakota listened quietly, and even though the twisting marks on her face still hurt, she did not resist.

The more you resist against Sakaz, the more likely you are to anger the opponent, especially the classic Sakaz mercenary in front of you. Naturally, she is well-known for the methods of people like him.

Let's wait until the special Sakaz boy they call His Highness arrives.

She also had questions she wanted answers to.

For example, his identity, his character, the reason why he is so transparent and unaffected by the constraints of the Sakaz race, and why he beat her?

She didn't believe that the other person hit her just because she made those students cry.

There must be other reasons.

"Warm!"

"Your Highness."

About five minutes later, the pink-haired Sakaz boy opened the door.

The first thing she saw was the wing-like sleeves on the other party's clothes, which were made of Rutland fabric.Then there are his eyes, pale pink eyes, bright, and one can "see" the gentle shape at a glance.

As soon as he stood in front of him, the Sakaz mercenary named W moved a chair for him to sit down. The other one had already closed the doors and windows, looking like he was preparing to torture him to extract a confession.

"name."

"Huh...Arturo."

"ability."

"Free listeners from their constraints so they can pursue...well...freedom."

"The purpose of staying here."

"Have a rest, heh... find a friend to replenish supplies."

The glove that blocked her mouth was finally pulled out. Her mouth felt sore and numb, and her tongue was so stiff that she could hardly speak.The gloves soaked with her saliva were thrown into the trash can under the extremely disgusted eyes of the Sakaz mercenary.A huge sum of money was wasted in this way.

Swallowing hard, Arturo allowed himself to keep up with the other man's words and questions.

He asked very directly, as if he had no experience in interrogation, and was not afraid of being lied to or deceived.

"..."

Worm stopped and asked.

He could feel that the other person's answers were "truthful" from the heart.

It seems that she really just settled in school temporarily. She plays the piano just because she wants to play the piano. As she said herself, she pursues freedom and wants others to be like her and not have to worry about any constraints to achieve the "freedom" she wants most. ".

"This is the disease of artists, Worm. You say some noble words that you don't know are called noble, but in fact you do something stupider than anyone else*."

Dabuliu expressed his heart directly and heartily, which made Arturo's eyes jump.

What people who play art dislike most are people like Dabuliu who directly define art as garbage. Talking to such people is like playing the piano to a beast of burden and raising your blood pressure.

"Where did you get that tune from?"

Worm asked another question.

That piece was dangerous for Sakaz, especially in the hands of someone like him.

"Ah... a Sakaz musician gave it to me. According to him, it was passed down from his grandfather, a court musician. The original score required six fingers to work together, but I didn't have any, so I changed the score."

Maybe that's why it didn't have an effect on the boy in front of me?

Arturo thought, and his eyes involuntarily drifted to the other person's eyes again.

What a pair of beautiful eyes...

"Six fingers? There really is a six-fingered piano demon."

Dabuliu was quite surprised, and there was a bit of joy in his eyebrows. He was happy that the story he made up could meet a real person.

"Is there anything else you want to ask, kid... um."

She was punched again, this time by the mercenary. The force was much weaker than the boy in front of her, but it was very tricky. The punch left her breathless.

"That's what you can scream, *sarkaz expletive*!"

Still a kid?If Worm hadn't been here, Dabuliu would have directly struck the opponent with a knife.

"You need to stay here before the town ends. And, forget that song and other effects. If you don't want to, I will help you forget."

"Okay, okay...cough...I understand. Thank you for your tolerance, Your Highness Worm..."

Sakota was flexible and flexible, and she never thought that she would die here so casually. She had better live on according to the other party's request.

41. Mediocre Sakaz

"Keep an eye on her, but don't approach her. Let me know if she wants anything."

Although the opponent's piano used to cast spells was destroyed and everything that could be a spell-casting unit was taken out, there is always a way for a magician to cast spells.

Because the space in the stronghold was limited, each room had a strict allocation system. It was not worthwhile for Arturo to waste a room to restrict her movements, so he imprisoned her in Worm's room, and she was free. The musty Dabuliu looked at each other.

Worm had other things to do.Take a look at the situation in various parts of the stronghold, check whether the Sarkaz's mood has changed, and be held back by Sarkaz who wants to chat with him... there are too many things.

"Teresia..."

Wurm felt that he had some insights into the life Theresia had to live every day.

Although troublesome, it is fulfilling.

Back in the house, Dabuliu was drawing on the prisoner's face with a marker, as if he was drawing potatoes or something.

"Worm, you're back."

Dabuliu, who finally waited for the little devil, immediately dropped his pen and came to Worm's side to hook up with him.

"Um……"

Worm sat at the table, holding the pen he hesitated for a long time without putting it down.

Although he promised to write letters to his student friends, he had no idea what to write.

"W, can you write letters?"

Worm asked the little devil for help, but for Dabuliu, she had never done anything like writing letters to friends.

"It's okay for me to write reports, but for writing those disgusting letters... please spare me, Worm."

But it was not a problem for Worm to keep worrying, so Dabuliu recommended a candidate to him.

"Worm can ask that guy Hedley how to do it. He often reads books, and writing letters is probably a trivial matter to him."

"Ahem...I know a little bit about writing letters."

Over there, Sakota tried to negotiate with Worm.

The mercenary in front of her looked too dangerous. He was moody and it was very possible that he would suddenly beat her up for no reason.

"Huh? Did I let you speak?"

Dabuliu was not the kind of person who would treat prisoners favorably. Sakota would have said nonsense several times, and she would have regarded it as a signal of provocation.

"I think, Your Highness Worm, no matter how many books a Sakaz mercenary who is often in war reads, he will not have much empathy in language and writing with students who grow up in a mild environment."

Arturo just stared at Worm.As long as the other party's interest is aroused, the mercenary matter can be easily solved.

“To write something that students can empathize with and be excited about, you need an experienced person to guide you.”

What her words suggested was extremely obvious. She had traveled far and wide and had a wealth of experience, so she was the perfect candidate.

"If you are worried about my ability, you can put a limiter on me. I promise, it won't cause you any trouble."

She believed that these Sakaz would always carry shackles used to restrict the performance of Source Stone skills.She puts herself in the position of the weak, allowing the strong to see all her weaknesses.

"Don't believe her, Worm. She's a black halo."

Dabuliu didn't even believe Sakota, who had a serious halo, so how could he believe the words of a black halo.

"Yeah. She has a point."

Worm agreed with her words.Then, under Arturo's gaze, he stood up and left the room without hesitation.

"Huh? Worm, where are you going?"

"Go to an experienced person for help."

There happens to be one such person in Worm's team.

"Ah……"

After Worm left, the little devil's angry golden eyes stared at Sakota, who was a little stunned.

"Your mouth is really worthless..."

Although you can't sew her mouth shut, you can still gag her to shut it up.

"The prisoner will act like a prisoner to me. If you keep talking too much to seduce Worm, I won't mind killing you directly. Oh, don't look at me like that, halo man. Although Worm doesn't mind letting a halo man live, he still can't. I don’t mind killing one.”

Putting aside how the little devil threatened him, Worm had already found the person he was looking for.

"Your Highness."

It was a very ordinary Sakaz, who held the position of crossbowman in the team. When he saw Worm, he was hesitating about the last candy left in the sugar bowl.

"I have a question I want to ask you."

Worm didn't even try to hide it, so he just asked.

"Oh? What's your problem? Your Highness, I'm just an ordinary Sakaz, and what I say may not be of much help to you. But I will try my best to tell you what I know."

He put away the sugar bowl and waited for Worm's inquiry.