Chapter 68

Chapter 68

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 68: Asking For The Truth And Taking Profit (3)

At that moment, the dungeon entrance.

“Lord, it seems they have no intention of coming out this way.”

“……”

Baron Gilberte stood at the dungeon entrance with the Merchant Guild Chairman, Knight Philip, and some rough-looking men.

“If we wait a little longer, won’t there be some reaction?”

“It’s late. I’ll instruct the men to stand by. Let’s return to the lord’s castle quickly.”

“Hmm….”

Darkness was fading, and the sun began to rise over the horizon.

“As previously discussed, we will frame this expedition as a direct reconnaissance to save Lord Jake.”

“Will they notice our mark?”

“They will. Didn’t they start this first?”

The Chairman mimed writing on his hand with his fingernail.

“They peel off human skin. Seeing the writing, they will understand our intention. I will look for slaves in the slave market who can be tattooed for the time being.”

“I appreciate it. Ah, Knight Philip.”

The baron reached out to Knight Philip, who stood still with a stiff expression.

“Remember, we are not trading with the Demon King’s army.”

“That is….”

“We are reluctantly complying with their demands to keep Lord Jake alive. Yes, we are being threatened. Threatened. Do you understand?”

Who was threatening whom?

Knight Philip wanted to ask, but he could only swallow his saliva as Baron Gilberte, despite being shorter than him, pressed his shoulder with his hand.

“You need to work hard to receive a title, too, don’t you? Your skills are sufficient, but your wealth is lacking.”

Because of the difference in status.

“The greatest gift you can give to your parents at home is to become a noble knight with a baronet title. I will need a lot of money to sponsor you.”

“……Is Lord Jake even alive?”

“Heh heh.”

At Knight Philip’s question, the baron patted his shoulder and laughed.

“If we believe he is alive, he is alive.”

“……”

“We can’t just hand over a million gold to the Demon King’s army. You know the story of the Marquisate of Alexandra, don’t you? How they spent the marquisate’s budget to save their only daughter, and that budget returned as a golem that destroyed their territory.”

“It’s a story from 30 years ago, though….”

“History repeats itself. Should I risk harming our territory’s people for Jake?”

“……”

“Think of your parents, Knight Philip.”

Knight Philip quietly closed his eyes.

“I will entrust you with the management of this place. The dungeon will be closed. We will build a base here to deal with the enemies coming out from now on.”

“A fortress….”

“One of the most basic strategies to deal with the Demon King’s army coming out of the cave.”

“Even if we build a fortress and stand guard, we won’t be able to stop adventurers from entering the dungeon, lord.”

“We will have to let them in, Knight Philip.”

The Merchant Guild Chairman smiled, twirling his mustache.

“Since they risk their lives to save Lord Jake Gilberte, can’t we say their hearts are like heroes?”

“Good is good.”

The baron smiled faintly, accepting the Chairman’s words.

“One person, one vial.”

Knight Philip tilted his head at the baron’s words, then recalled the negotiation details.

“He said to use one vial of aphrodisiac per person. The demons’ calculation is truly vicious. One person’s value is one vial of aphrodisiac.”

Wasn’t that supposed to mean using one vial per person?

Knight Philip had such questions rising to his chin, but

“It’s time. If anyone comes over from the dungeon or if demons appear, let me know immediately.”

“Yes, lord.”

The baron was preparing to leave, so he couldn’t convey the words.

“Um, how long will I…?”

“I will send soldiers as soon as I arrive at the lord’s castle. Until then, guard this place alone. If necessary, you can run to the lord’s castle.”

“Alone….”

It didn’t matter much, and there was no need to bother saying it—

“…Yes, I understand. I will follow your orders.”

There was no need to stir up trouble by saying such things.

Whoosh.

After the baron, the Chairman, and the dark soldiers guarding the Chairman disappeared,

“Goddess.”

Knight Philip put his hands together and prayed to the sky.

Dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

The contract between Baron Gilberte and the demon Dantalion.

This will later be recorded in history as the Blake-Azazel Secret Treaty.

‘A secret treaty, indeed.’

It’s a top secret known only to the parties involved.

If those who knew it revealed it, the secret treaty would end immediately.

‘But if you look closely, only Baron Gilberte is at a loss.’

The Vampire Legion had no loss.

The Vampire Legion only needed to get rid of me, and even if they did, they only needed to eliminate the demon Dantalion.

The negotiation failed?

‘Then I’ll just keep training.’

The project with the bomb necklace, if the negotiation failed?

Trainer Azazel would no longer come forward to negotiate with humans or claim to be the demon Dantalion and stand before the enemy.

Even if he did come forward, it would be difficult to overcome the perception of ‘you failed last time.’

But Baron Gilberte was different.

I, as the low-ranking officer Dantalion of the demon legion, bore the personal risk, but Baron Gilberte bore the risk not only as a baron but also as a human.

Why did they go this far?

Of course.

“The aphrodisiac effect is amazing.”

Because the aphrodisiac effect of our aphrodisiac slimes was that excellent.

Thump thump thump thump thump.

The man vigorously shook his hips.

A hip movement devoid of any consideration.

It was so intense, it was as if he’d die if he didn’t ejaculate immediately.

“Ah, aaah! Good, more, more!!”

Even the woman, his partner, was the same.

Both were out of their minds when they entered the dungeon, but the woman’s condition was especially severe.

They were currently intoxicated with the aphrodisiac.

Although the vial wasn’t returned, it seemed they shared the aphrodisiac in one vial.

‘They were given aphrodisiac and thrown away.’

I briefly told Lilith, but they were offerings and letters thrown by the baron.

Not only were they captured as prisoners, but they also had writing on their bodies by Baron Gilberte before they were captured.

In the baron’s position, it didn’t matter if he lost such a pair, and even if someone said something, he could smooth things over without much trouble.

‘I told him to throw away useless trash so I could send people with peace of mind, but he really sent bottom-of-the-barrel trash.’

One was a prostitute.

But I was not sure about the other one, the man.

‘Looking at his missing pinky finger, he seems to be a back alley thug.’

Where there were brothels, there were underworld figures.

Looking at the state of his pinky finger, it seemed it was cut off a long time ago, not recently.

Misunderstanding?

Or confirmation?

Whatever it was, their fate was one.

“Trainer, what will you do after their intercourse is over?”

“What do you think I’ll do?”

“……Yes?”

When I asked Lilith back, she was flustered.

“Well, that.”

“I want to hear your opinion.”

“Not guessing what the Trainer will do, but what I would do if I were the Trainer?”

“Yes.”

Actually, it was the former, but Lilith spoke so seriously that I decided to go along with her.

“If it were me…that.”

Lilith looked at me cautiously, then said,

“…I would keep them alive and extract information, or use them as a letter to Baron Gilberte.”

“Is that so?”

“…Are you thinking of something else?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re really going to send them back with the aphrodisiac hidden in their bodies…!”

“There’s no reason not to, is there?”

“……”

Just in case, I asked Lilith forcefully.

“…No, it’s not. If you’re not burdened, Trainer, I will follow whatever method you use.”

Ah.

Was she perhaps worried about me?

“But Trainer, you don’t have to push yourself. As your secretary—”

“Are you worried I might soften towards humans?”

When I approached Lilith and asked, she pursed her lips and swallowed her saliva.

“You don’t have to worry. Just because they’re from the same bottom-of-the-barrel lower-class life as them doesn’t mean I feel sympathy.”

“……”

“Rest assured. I am a Trainer of the Vampire Legion before I am a human.”

When I lightly patted Lilith’s shoulder, she sighed in relief.

“I understand, Trainer. Then, the disposal of them….”

“We’ll kill them.”

“……”

Killing them was rather merciful.

“The baron sent them to us to dispose of. If they’re not recyclable trash, we should dispose of them according to the secret treaty.”

Keeping them alive could be more trouble.

If they were people I knew, I might feel a little sorry, but that’s all.

“Leave a record of the marks on their bodies with magic or by making a rubbing on paper, and dispose of them both as soon as they finish having sex.”

“Understood.”

“And if possible….”

I took out the aphrodisiac from my pocket.

“Make them go away without knowing how they ended up here, by overdosing on aphrodisiac. Make them die while having sex from overdosing on aphrodisiac.”

“…Trainer.”

“Why?”

“…It’s nothing. Heh heh.”

I wondered why she was looking at me like I was a merciful person.

After all, the aphrodisiac component will circulate throughout their bodies and flow into their blood—

“Ah. No, wait.”

The punishment in the Vampire Legion was to extract blood from the heart.

“If I soak them in aphrodisiac and extract their blood, that blood will be….”

Aphrodisiac-infused blood was complete—

“…….”

“……No, never mind. Just dispose of them as planned.”

Extract the heart as food for the vampires.

Dispose of the corpses through the slimes.

‘You shouldn’t mess with food.’

A while later.

The two prisoners left, still embracing each other.

The only testament they left behind was one.

-People. Adventurers. Substitute. Prisoners. Released with aphrodisiac.

‘Nobles sure use unnecessarily difficult words.’

Message.

Interpretation.

Baron Gilberte would maintain a state of combat with us, and offer adventurers as sacrifices to receive as many aphrodisiacs as the number of adventurers.

‘Just as I wished.’

For me, it was the best scenario.

‘After all, the virgin vaginas of high-ranking adventurers are better than the loose vaginas of prostitutes or prisoners.’

The higher the rank of the adventurer, the more virgins there were, which was proven by Eris.