Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 23

June 3rd, Federation Year 7, ECC 725

Two days later. Here we are.

I said, walking down the long corridors of Albacore Prison, the maximum-security facility of Cignus. My boots echoed against the cold stone as I made my way to the deepest floor, where the most dangerous and high-profile prisoners were kept.

Beside me was Cecily, her face an unreadable with mask of indifference. 

"Why the long face?" I asked her, breaking the silence. 

"You haven't touched my mother," Cecily said flatly. 

I gave her a side glance, a small smirk at my lips. "No can do," I replied. "It's not how you do things. There are steps to follow." 

Cecily shot me a look of contempt. "Sounds like something a virgin would say." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, I am a virgin." 

She didn't respond, only sighing in exasperation as we reached the elevator. 

"Fine," she said, her voice dripping with frustration. "I'm pushing my mother aside. She should be easy to push, and you can pull her into the bed." 

I turned to her, a little incredulous. "On the contrary," I started, "where did you hear those bullshit ideas anyway?" 

Cecily shot me a look, her lips curling into a sardonic grin. "You haven't been locked away like I have," she said. "I’ve spent 17 years in the clutches of those priests and the people around the cathedral. They all have their twisted ideas. You’d be surprised what they think of their goddess." 

I nodded, understanding a little more. The people around Marjorie had been some of the most self-righteous, self-centered individuals. It made sense that their perception of what was holy would be warped. "I think that's understandable," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "If they knew what their goddess was up to, I wonder how they'd react." 

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and we stepped inside. 

Before us stood a pair of high elves, a group of people cleaning a razor, and one half-naked man seated in a chair.

In front of them was a table filled with pliers, hammers, sticks, blades, and various other tools in different shapes and sizes. There was also a bucket of crimson substance, filled with numerous small, flat objects. "Nice load of nails," I muttered, eyeing one of the torturers in the room.

He nodded. "Thank you, Your Excellency," he replied. "Though his will is not yet broken, I wouldn't want you to be sprayed by his unworthy being."

"Eh, I'm curious to see how you're handling it," I said.

"Ah, yes," he responded. "These gentlemen from Mineas can heal anything. They can even refill the blood he's lost, regrow limbs, put in new nails—though, unfortunately, they cannot regrow teeth." He paused. "For now, we're letting this swine sleep."

"Okay?" I said, looking at Cecily. Just as I was about to mention that I captured his father, I noticed her face—an expression of ecstasy. A dangerously ecstatic expression. Her face was flushed, her eyes wild, like that of a madman.

Is she... getting turned on by seeing those bastards who tormented her mother suffer?

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