The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

356: The War (2)

Chapter 356: The War (2)

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In Babylon, when Omni-Neji-1 awaited Kurai’s return, he decided to do something else. Something potentially productive, or just a simple waste of time. 

In either case, it’d help him spend his boring time.

“Your Highness!”

“Welcome to the prison!”

Two guards built like gorillas bowed their heads as Neji was approaching the gate to the dungeon prison that was under this castle. He floated three inches off the floor, his hands behind him, as he approached the gate.

Neji ignored the guards and moved through the gate that had yet to be opened. He used Kamui on himself and easily passed through the solid construct. The guards were surprised but they controlled their reactions as Neji found himself inside the prison.

It was a dark ghastly underground area. The floor was wet, and there was a stench that was painful to the nose. Surely, Babylon didn’t wish to treat its prisoners kindly.

Neji moved through the air swiftly and took multiple turns through the maze-like area. There weren't actually any prisoners in the area, at all. The people of this area didn’t do any crime, Gilgamesh had truly established a utopia. The last prisoner, Neji noted from his memories, was released a decade ago. 

Since then, nobody had come here.

Nobody from this country, anyway.

Currently, three outsider Knights were stationed here.

Neji finally stopped in front of a cell. Thick black bars acted as a cage before it, and inside it were three smaller cages. They looked just like bird cages. The three dignified knights of the round table were locked inside those cages.

They were sitting against the wall of the cage, wearing sour expressions that only worsened when they saw Neji appear outside.

Sir Lancelot and Sir Tristan still wore their armor. Only Mordred didn’t wear any since hers was currently inside Neji’s inventory. She was wearing a simple tank top and shorts.

“…! You undignified bastard of a King, what are you doing here?!”

Mordred, who was wearing a dejected expression until a second ago, jumped up inside her cage. She grabbed the bars and pushed her face against them. Mordred’s breathing grew ragged as she glared at Neji.

“Hey, kid,” Neji waved at her. “I am here to talk to the adults. Can you stay shut?”

“What?! How dare you say that to me? Free me this instance! Let’s have another duel! You cheater!”

Neji moved his eyes away from her and looked at Lancelot. Sir Tristan was also there, but he didn’t really seem the best person to make a deal with.

“Apologies for putting the incarnation of your son against you, Sir Lancelot. I had deemed that as an easier match-up from my side.”

Neji maintained a tone of mild respect and said. The middle-aged man just simply listened.

“Forgive me for prying, but I noticed you guys aren’t very supportive of your King’s current judge of actions. In that case-”

“I will stop you right there. Do not propose we betray our King.”

Sir Tristan was the one who interrupted Neji. Mordred on the side grew more enraged and was yelling something, but Neji simply ignored her.

Sir Lancelot gave a curt nod to show he shared Tristan’s sentiment. Neji sighed.

“Problem is, are you sure that’s your King?”