What...?

　Volfot woke up.
　Like the darkness behind his eyelids, it was the darkness that spread out where he opened his eyes.
　However, he gradually got used to it.
　Things that an ordinary person would not be able to see, but as a demon, Volfot had no problem seeing them.

　What he could faintly see was a cold stone wall.
　It was damp and seemed to be terribly poorly sanitized.
　It was narrow and circular, and the ceiling was so low that you could easily reach it if you stretched your neck out.

''This place....''

　The unique intonation of the Saw merchant nation echoed in the small space.
　As I tried to raise my hand, I heard a metallic sound.
　An iron ring with chains attached to my wrists and ankles, restricting my movement.
　Even though I tried to pull them off with force, I couldn't put any strength into them.

　Probably the entire space is under the spell of 【Muscle Strength Reduction】 and 【Magic Power Reduction】.
　As an added bonus, that which I thought was iron is magical silver (mithril).
　A mineral that was compatible with magic reacted and amplified the effect on the room.

''What......... I thought we were able to escape from the castle, but we ended up back in the pig pen.

　One thing is that this is not the Kingdom of Lexenil where he was temporarily held now. Rather, it's much more stringent than the special cell room set up in the basement of the Justice Academy.
　Probably because they knew that Volfot was a demon.

　I don't know how he escaped from the special cell room.
　He was sniffed with sleep-based magic and found himself in a situation where he was now.

'Well, yeah...'

　Volfot lays down on the stone floor.

　There is nothing you can do about it.
　We can't move.
　So trouble will come from the other side.

　He's right.
　It didn't take long for the trouble to appear.

"Hey, 99.... You're finally awake.

　The door of the prison containing the grate opens.
　A man with a hood over his eyes appeared.
　Because of the darkness around him, even with Volfot's eyesight, he could not make out his face.
　But the voice was familiar.

　His round eyes narrowed like a snake.

'What is it. I'm not sure who it is, but it's No. 17. It's been a long time.

　Volfot fluttered and waved his hand.

　In contrast, No. 17 let out a deep sigh.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?　Mom is furious.

Heh.... What did he say?

'................... It's more than that. Why did you reveal yourself as a demon?　Why did you get out of here in the first place?

"When you get the power, you want to bully the little fishes, that's the way the world works.

　He snapped his teeth like a decapitated headstock.
　Grinning, Volfot smiled a big smile.

　No. 17 lets out another sigh.

'Seriously, answer me.'

I'm always serious.

''I see. Then you lost to that [villager] called Lasell by being serious.

..........

　The smile disappeared from Volfot.
　His expression clouded over like a dark cloud.
　While staring at No. 99, who had become more mature, No. 17 let out a third sigh.

''Because of you, the 'Demon Plan' has to be reworked from scratch. You're going to sit here and reflect on it for a while.

What, are you going to let me out?

　Volfot laughs teasingly.
　I thought No. 17 was going to let out his customary sigh, but it wasn't.
　A hand reaches out like a wavering shimmer and grabs No. 99's face.
　He lifted its huge body with a free hand and slammed it to the ground.
　The impact was tremendous, creating a large hole in the stone floor.

　If it were a normal human being, it would be an instant death.
　But Majin Volfot was alive.
　He was bleeding from his nose and mouth.
　There was no smile on his face.

　The one to be admired would be No. 17's physical strength.
　Even though he was restricted by magic, he didn't let Volfot do anything, but lightly lifted and slammed his huge body with ease.
　The power of No. 17 is a head above No. 99.

　What was most frightening was the rage glimpsed through the hood.

　Volfot, who had been the object of fear in the Kowloon Cup, is now horrified as his eyes widen.

'Up to three times, 99. I will forgive you up to three insults against me. I will not forgive you more than that.

　No. 17 lets go of his hand.
　He turns on his heel and tries to leave the prison.

'What about that little boy Lasell?'

　Volfot gets up.
　He forced his jaw to heal.

"He's dangerous. "He's dangerous. We'll be watching him for a while.

I don't want to admit it, but he's strong. I don't know about you, but if you're a kid with an incomplete number, you'll get beaten back first.

47 and 83 will hit. These guys are far superior to you.

Oh. Those two, huh?

　No. 17 leaves the prison.
　It's quiet again.
　All I can hear is the sound of water drops.
　Perhaps it was raining outside.
　It was seeping out of the ceiling and hitting the stone floor.

　Once again, Volfot lounged back down.

'Lasser Singh Stark, don't die.


　I'm going to eat you....


　Gakiin.....

　He snapped his teeth like a decapitated head.
　Next came that sawed-off metal-pulling laugh.

　Like a never-ending waltz.
　Forever........... Forever...........