Chapter 34

Chapter 34

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 34: Let’s Do Well Going Forward (2).

Here, there was a group of captives.

“Damn it, Jay! If only you hadn’t triggered that trap!”

“Shut up, Andy! It was your idea to take this path in the first place!”

Stripped of all their equipment, forced to change into prisoner uniforms, and with mana-suppressing handcuffs on their wrists, seven captives are locked in a cramped, pigsty-like cell, growling at each other.

“Everyone, calm down. We still have a way to survive.”

The strongest-looking man among them, Kite, spoke quietly.

“We are a rescue team sent here under the orders of Baron Gilberte. Although the enemy was far stronger than we anticipated, they captured us alive and made us prisoners.”

“But that just means they’re going to kill us…!”

“No.”

At Kite’s confident voice, everyone swallowed hard and listened intently.

“They aren’t trying to kill us.”

“Then…?”

“…At the very least, it means they won’t kill us. Even if they do, some of us might survive.”

At Kite’s pessimistic—or perhaps hopeful—words, the adventurers began exchanging wary glances.

Someone had to die.

If so, who?

“The important thing is figuring out which legion this is. One thing is certain—it’s not that one.”

“Are you talking about the four legions of the Demon King’s army?”

“Yes. At the very least, it’s not the Beast Legion. If it were, we’d already have been thrown to the giant beasts as food by now.”

The Beast Legion didn’t take prisoners.

They captured prey, but they didn’t bother dressing their prey in things like prisoner uniforms.

Just as one scaled a fish to eat its flesh, they simply stripped off armor to make it easier to feed the beasts and throw the prey into their cages.

“Then… the Undead Legion?”

“Not them either. If it were them, we’d already have been turned into skeleton soldiers.”

“…Should we hope it’s the Demon Legion?”

The youngest among them, Jayden, swallowed hard and spoke.

“If it’s the Demon Legion, at least we might survive as slaves, right?”

“Live on as slaves to the Demon King’s army, to the demons? Damn it. That’s unthinkable. It’s blasphemous to the Goddess.”

“What about the Vampire Legion? Or is that just as hopeless?”

Jay clutched his head in frustration.

“If it’s the Vampire Legion, we’d be tied to an altar, limbs bound, and then have our hearts ripped out as is… ugh…!”

“Everyone, steel your hearts.”

Kite clasped his hands together.

“We are adventurers, but we are also servants of the Goddess. Even if we meet our end, let us die while preserving our dignity as humans.”

“Ugh, ugh…”

“May the Goddess embrace us.”

As Kite prayed, the other adventurers, one by one, clasped their hands and joined in prayer.

“Hey, Captain.”

“Yes. What is it?”

“Your wife…”

“…”

At Jay’s words, Kite, who had been praying with his eyes closed, suddenly grimaced.

“…Gentia will surely be fine. Even if I die, I’ll preserve my dignity as a human—”

Step, step.

The sound of footsteps echoed from outside the cell.

The footsteps were far too leisurely for a prison, causing all the adventurers to clamp their mouths shut.

Step, step.

The sound of footsteps stopped.

A figure dressed in black shoes and a suit stopped in front of the cell.

“You…”

“Are these the latest ‘sacrifices’?”

“Yes, they are, Trainer.”

Accompanied by a pink-haired succubus secretary, the figure spoke in a male voice but wore a helmet that concealed their face.

“You, you—!!”

It was a helmet used by the Gilberte Knights.

Realizing this, Kite immediately stood up and rushed toward the bars.

“What have you done to Sir Jake!!”

Though somewhat crumpled, the face-concealing helmet was unmistakably that of Jake, the illegitimate son of the Gilberte barony.

“You asked what I did to Jake, didn’t you?”

The man spread his arms wide and chuckled.

“I am Jake.”

“What…?”

“I have been reborn here as a new being.”

“Wh-what…!”

Kite was dumbfounded.

“Your build and voice don’t even match—what nonsense are you spouting!”

“Yes, that’s true, isn’t it? But I have been reborn. I made the ‘right choice,’ and I was reborn as a member of our Vampire Legion.”

“Our Vampire Legion, you say…?”

“Indeed.”

The man claiming to be Jake tightly gripped the whip in his hand and pulled it taut.

“By the grace of the Vampire Legion’s commander, I have become a Trainer.”

“Wh-what are you saying…!”

“Who will be the first to ascend to the judgment platform?”

The self-proclaimed Jake Gilberte raised a single finger.

Though it was a finger without the calluses of a knight who had long wielded a sword, the Trainer confidently extended just his middle finger and wagged it.

“Among the seven of you, who will be the first to ascend to the judgment platform? Decide among yourselves.”

“The j-judgment platform…?”

“Your hearts will be placed on the Scales of Sin, and your guilt will be judged. We will ask our god, and those who have sinned will pay with their lives.”

“L-lives…”

Kite and the other captives realized something.

This man was not in his right mind.

Among humans, there were occasionally warlocks who served the Undead Legion and studied dark magic, displaying such fanatical behavior, and this man was exactly like that.

“Could it really be young master Jake…?”

“Who will be the first to ascend to the judgment platform? Who will be the first to testify to their faith? Ah, you seem most fitting.”

The Trainer scanned the captives.

“You.”

“N-no!!”

He pointed at the adventurer Jay.

“You will be the first to ascend to the judgment platform. Secretary.”

“Yes, Trainer.”

“Take that one away.”

“Yes.”

As the succubus extended her hand forward, pink chains materialized in the air, instantly wrapping around the neck of the adventurer Jay.

“Urk, ugh, gasp…!!”

Adventurer Jay tried to resist by pulling at the chains, but with both his physical strength and mana completely restrained, his resistance was futile.

“Jay!”

The adventurer captain, Kite, shouted.

“Don’t forget! No matter the situation, the Goddess is watching over you!”

“Urk, aaaaah!!”

Clank.

The cell door opened, and Jay was dragged out by the chains like a dog being led to the slaughterhouse.

“…”

The cell.

One captive was gone, leaving six behind.

A short while later, in the ‘Wall Room.’

“Trainer.”

“Yes.”

“Are you deliberately pretending to be a Gilberte?”

“Yes.”

“Is there a reason, perhaps?”

“Just because.”

“…”

At the sight of me wearing the Gilberte helmet, my secretary Lilith gave me a look that screamed ‘What in the world,’ but I simply shrugged and pointed ahead.

“I’m doing it for fun, just for fun.”

“Fun… is it?”

“Yes. Isn’t it amusing? Even though they know I’m not Jake Gilberte, just by saying ‘I am Gilberte,’ their heads are already spinning in confusion.”

I subtly gestured with my chin toward the man being dragged in, blindfolded and deafened.

“Is he the real Gilberte? Has he become someone entirely different? If you submit to the Demon King’s army, can you survive? Even if it means becoming their pawn?”

“…Ah.”

Lilith snapped her fingers and let out a sound of realization.

“You’re subtly planting the idea, aren’t you? That there’s already a captive who has sworn loyalty to the Vampire Legion.”

“That’s part of it.”

To be precise, it’s someone who went from being a porter to becoming Trainer Azazel, but still.

“Would they even be tempted if I used myself as an example? It has to be someone like the illegitimate son of the Gilberte barony, a fairly skilled knight, for them to fall for it.”

Creak.

The door opened, and we entered the Wall Room.

There, three succubi were already positioned, their lower halves exposed toward us, each embedded in holes marked with the numbers 1, 2, and 3.

Clank!

Lilith yanked the chain hard, throwing the captive into the Wall Room, and released the magic.

“Aaagh! S-save… gasp?!”

The man flailed his arms wildly, struggling to survive, but froze in confusion upon seeing the fleshy forms in front of him, letting out a scream.

Even in his confusion, he glanced at me and Lilith, his eyes subtly scanning the exposed parts.

“I will give you an opportunity.”

“O-opportunity…?”

“Indeed.”

I pointed ahead.

“Two of the ones here are your female comrades who were captured with you.”

I stood between numbers 1 and 2, then slapped their buttocks hard with both hands.

As soon as the loud slap echoed, the two women flinched and pressed their legs together.

Seeing them unable to resist even after being struck, the captive swallowed hard and looked up at me.

“Have you ever had sex with your comrades?”

“…”

Shake, shake.

The man, as if entranced, answered my question.

“Good. Will you rape your comrade to survive?”

“Wh-what does that mean…?”

“There are options here.”

I turned and approached the third set of buttocks, placing my hand on it.

“There’s also an insolent priestess who still refuses to submit to the Vampire Legion.”

“A priestess…?”

“Foolishly, this woman still believes the Goddess will save her. A pitiful woman, isn’t she?”

“…”

“You’ve probably never even met her.”

Here, there were options.

“If you want to live, rape one of them.”

“Wha…”

“Stick your dick into one of their pussies and cum inside. If you do, you’ll survive ‘today.’”

“T-today…”

“If you don’t cum inside, you die.”

“……!!”

If it was not inside, it was death.

“M-my comrades…”

“There’s also the priestess, not your comrade. A priestess who clasps her hands in prayer, praying to the Goddess.”

That priestess was currently behind that wall, holding a flail in her clasped hands, praying.

“Choose.”

I hadn’t mentioned it yet, but…

There was one way, and only one, to survive.

A path for someone with such humanity that they would neither abandon their faith in the Goddess nor betray their comrades, someone willing to sacrifice their own life.

‘I do need someone to send a letter to the Alvatea family, after all.’

Someone who didn’t sacrifice their comrades.

Someone who didn’t betray the Goddess.

A miracle of surviving after preparing for death.

Someone who chose death despite the option of simply sticking their dick in and surviving, despite the option of raping to live.

‘Those types are hard to use in this training room.’

Since such people showed no signs of corruption, therew as no need to keep them here in the first place.

But.

“I have a question.”

“What is it?”

Sometimes…

“…Which one is Gentia?”

Even in a crisis, humans would take risks to fulfill their desires.

“Are you saying you want to fuck your superior’s wife?”

“…”

“Very well.”

I pointed to number 1.

“Stick it in here.”

“…”

The captive stood up on his own and lowered his pants.

Thrust.

“Ughhh…!!”

Even with his hands bound by chains, the captive placed his hands on the buttocks of number 1’s pussy and tilted his head upward.

“…”

I glanced inside through the door Lilith had left open.

Lilith monitored the captive to ensure he didn’t go beyond the wall while thrusting into number 1’s pussy, and I looked beyond the bed where the succubi were lying face down.

“…Hmph.”

Opposite the succubi.

More precisely, opposite the number 1 succubus currently being raped.

“…”

There was a woman sitting, tightly bound to a chair, and her name was said to be Gentia.

“Don’t worry.”

I smiled at the man thrusting and spoke.

“They don’t know who’s fucking them. Heh heh heh.”

A lie, though.