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—“What? Kenya is being brought before the Inquisition?!”

Reina also contacted Sieg after reporting to Rhode.

Reina decides that she should also tell Sieg about this using communication.

“Okay… I’ll try to find out if there is anything we can do here as well.”

“Yes, please. Dad.”

And the communication ends.

“Sieg, what is the Inquisition?”

And next to him was Tanaka Issei.

Right now, Sieg had come to the laboratory where Tanaka was holed up, as well as adjusting the Takemikazuchi and including a trial run.

“Yeah, there hasn’t been an Inquisition meeting with the Inquisition for a long time, but they used to do it a lot during the war.”

“With the EU?”

“Yeah, not only that. It’s an old organisation that has been around since the old days when they fought with swords and with guns. The purpose.”

The Inquisition is old, just like the military in terms of the length of its history.

In other words, it was created at the same time as the Asgard Empire was created.

Its purpose is, of course.

“To take out the rebels, but in a way that is very caustic.”

“You mean… torture?”

“Ah… but Kenya is now a knight of the Rhode’s and the chief of the Holy Knights. He is also in his position and is preparing for the Imperial Sword Festival. The traditional way of doing things should not be used. However…”

(They know how to break people… No way they’re going to use such a relentless method…)

Sieg is concerned.

That is, Kenya is not a specially trained soldier.

Then he might easily give up if tortured.

Worst is the fact that he is Japanese.

If that is discovered, it is all over.

Rhode-Sama will lose his centripetal force and Kenya will be killed.

(Maybe I can count on those guys too…)

And Sieg makes contact.

With an old friend who once shared the battlefield with him.

“Ah, it’s me. It’s Sieg… you’re still as loud as ever. Yeah, yeah. So can you do me a favour? For old time’s sake. Yeah, yeah. Thanks, man. Actually…”

And to a pretty junior who has been watching his back.

“Ah, it’s been a while. Eh? It’s not a different date, I’m a 40 year old man now. And even have a kid… okay, okay. Do me one favour. Then I’ll see you after a while.”

Now I’ll rely on what I can rely on.

“Endure, Kenya. You have one week. Once the Imperial Sword Festival starts, you will definitely be able to go outside. And if you win, everything will be resolved.”

***

“Boring…”

For some reason, Kenya is still in prison and looks out the window.

“At least I want some entertainment. There’s nothing to do, I should go to bed…”

Kenya lies down on his bed.

When there is nothing in particular to do, sleeping is the only way to go.

“It’s too hard. And there’s no bedding, and it’s cold.”

But prison beds were hard, and Empire was a rather cold country.

It is now around December, six months after the entrance ceremony.

“Come to think of it, Christmas was coming soon. I thought I’d be able to spend it with Reyna this year and avoid my first lone night.”

There is no concept of Christmas in this world, because that concept itself is someone’s birthday in the first place.

Unfortunately, in this world, it seems that it didn’t exist, and therefore there is no concept of Christmas.

Kenya watches the sky from the window for a while.

The outside atmosphere is chilly.

It was a completely exposed prison.

“Prison” means there must have been someone there before. It’s too hard to be in such a cold place with no blankets. I can’t wait to go home, to a warm futon with Reina’s body heat.”

While he is having these fantasies, a soldier appears.

“It’s time to go, get up”

“Finally…”

Kenya is then taken down a long stone corridor.

Then he opens the door through which he was taken, and there is a huge room, and.

(It’s completely like a courtroom of a courthouse.)

The room is exactly like the courtroom we saw in the previous world.

The only difference is that there are no seats for the audience, so Kenya and some military men who look like judges are sitting in front of him.

“Now, Ken Sylphid. Stand there.”

Kenya is then made to stand on the spot so that they are facing each other.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of banging wooden hammers echoes in the room.

In the dimly lit room, the inquisition against Kenya begins.

“So, from now on. The inquisition of Ken Sylphid begins!”

Kenya is looked down upon by the servicemen as if he is being priced out of the room.

But Kenya still didn’t understand.

What would happen from here and now, and Odin’s intentions.

Little did he know that from this day onwards, hell for Kenya would begin.

***

“It looks like it’s about to begin. Catherine.”

“Yes, Odin-sama. I will come later.”

“But when I heard about this plan of yours, I thought you were a nasty woman from the bottom of my heart.”

“Ahh, Jeez, Master Odin! Please don’t praise me.”

In Odin’s room, a woman called Catherine sat on Odin’s lap.

A beautiful and downright nasty looking witchy woman.

“The Imperial Sword Warfare Festival is inevitable, and so is single combat. But if you kill Rhode, oops, Rhode’s knights or something like that, you’ll be in big trouble. And the future governance, I mean, we’ll be in a civil war.”

“Well, I don’t think Osiris will lose, but there is still a worry. That’s why.”

“Yes, let Ken Sylphid be vulnerable. That’s so much that he can’t think of anything anymore. Here.”

Catherine then takes out a bag of white powder.

It was obvious that it was a drug.

“This is a weak poison. It is not life-threatening and will soon disappear from your system. But if you drink it, you will lose your ability to think for a while and your immune system will be weakened. It is such a weak poison that it cannot be detected.”

“Oh, then it won’t be detected. But it’s troublesome. I forgot that you have to have enough strength left to fight at least little.”

“Fighting and winning is what the Sword and Warrior Festival is all about, so no one will be satisfied with a non-combat victory, but if you just show up and beat them to death… If you do so, Rhode, the Asgard, and even the world…”

Katherine puts her hand around Odin’s neck.

“It belongs to you, Master. Odin-Sama.”

“If you succeed, I will give you one country of your choice. Enjoy being ruler there. A reward.”

“Well, what a wonderful present. If I get one country, I would be killing everyday and it wouldn’t be enough. It makes me drool.”

“Damn. You’re just like my sister, you know.”

“I am honoured. Yumir_sama was my idol, so…”

“Well, I hope they’re screaming by now. They’re so radical… they’ll do it on their own without me saying a word.”

Odin then looks at one other boy standing there.

“But I never thought the seeds I buried so long ago would open up in a place like this… for God’s sake, do well.”

“…Yes, the Emperor should be Master Odin. The world must be united.”

The boy’s glasses glinted, hatred burning in the eyes behind them.