As we descended from the ground floor of the fort to the basement, we could hear the sound of rushing water. The damp, cold air flowing through the basement of the fort was due to an irrigation canal running through the basement of the fort.

　The sewage must also be routed through a different pathway, not that it was filthy, but this cold air would be unbearable for a prisoner in prison.

　-- Before I can go any further, I hear the sound of sticks ripping through the sky and anguish from the passage along the channel.

　Mr. Lendl is following a little behind me, but his body is tensed up with tension. I turn around and ask him with my eyes if he's okay, and he nods back at me.

　As I approached the prison where I could hear the sounds, a strong female knight appeared from inside. She seems to be two years older than Presha-san, but she bows her head as she comes out.

''Presha-sama, I've been waiting for you. The prisoner we captured the other day has not yet spoken ......
Yeah, well, I'll take care of it. I'll push him one more time and if he still isn't talking, I'll have this doctor fix him.
''Haha, ......, that man, the other day the Knight-in-Chief Raquel mentioned .......''
'Yes, it's called glass weed,' he said. I'm a young man, but don't look at me like I'm biting you like that.

　Presha-san says with a wry smile, but the strong-eyed, sharp-eyed - middle-aged female knight with a strong face - glances at me and blushes.

You're not a baby, but you're young and you're not bad-looking. If you're not that useful as a doctor, then I'll let you be useful to me. I don't mind men, but I'm not as hungry as you are.
'Yes, no, I'm not here to do that ......'
That's why people treat you differently if you're useful. I can talk my way through those scary girls, too. Hang in there, honors student.

　Honors students were never mentioned in the academy. I guess I take it as sarcasm because I'm too used to an environment where I'm not appreciated.

　Presha-san goes into the prison first - with a trident spear in her hand. As she passes a middle-aged female knight, she puts her hand to her chest to hold back her agitation.

'...... An all-female cage with bony meat ...... Dean Millennia said so. It seems a little different.

　I didn't know how to respond to Lendl-san's whisper - the lack of men means that many knights are not immune to men. Not all of them would bite right back just because a man came along.

　But right now, it's more about what Mr. Presha is going to do to his captives.

(Depending on what reason the POWs were captured for, they could be guilty of death. ...... Then, depending on what reason they were captured, they could be given any kind of condemnation.)

Haha ...... haha ......

　There were two men in the cell, and one woman in ragged clothes. The woman was sitting on the floor, still breathing heavily, as if she had been whipped before.

　The two men remained motionless, slumped on the floor. It wasn't just that they were whipped - it was like they were waterboarded as well, using the waterway we had been in, that water. My whole body was wet, deprived of body heat, and the blood drained from my skin.

'Tsk ...... you always pass out from the man. If you think you can get comfortable without throwing up anything, you're wrong. Come on, get up. If you don't get up, she'll be the only one who'll hear about it.

　The men did not reply. They're not fainting - I could see that they were holding their breath and not moving.

　They are already pushing their bodies and minds to the limit with torture. Still, they can't talk about anything, and now they are determined to sacrifice their fellow women in the hopes of avoiding further blame.

　A metal platform placed in the prison - it was prepared for further torture. Mr. Presha places the woman's hand on the platform with a look of bitterness on his face.

You have betrayed our country," she said, "and now you have access to our enemies. You have betrayed our country and gained access to our enemies, crossing the canal in a boat in the dark of night and doing things on the other side. That much is already outlined. Trying to fool them isn't going to get us there.
"...... kill ...... nothing to say from me ......

　How many times had I repeated that reply - it was clear from Presha's fiery response.

'I don't even want to do this ...... I don't want to do this either!　How could Lady Astina mimic betraying herself with impunity next to all the knights fighting to defend their country!　Who's backing out, say it!　If you don't tell me, you'll have to go to ......!

　Ms. Presha is enraged - but the woman doesn't move, even though she screams and blasts her voice. Her eyes underneath her matted brown hair look up at Ms. Presha with no effort, and she moves her lips once more, "Kill me," she says.

'Enough ...... okay. You don't have to treat me anymore ...... as you wish.

　Preciousha's hand holding the trident spear goes into tension. With resignation, the captive woman closes her eyes.

　--Then we have lost sight of our purpose. If we can't extract the information through torture, we'll have to use other methods.

'Mr. Presha, please wait.'
"...... You can shut your mouth. You don't have to tell me what to do. Just enough to keep both of your men alive and out of harm's way, and you'll still have your source.
'No, ...... that will still have to wait. Those two men are trying to leave this man to die. And I don't think I'm going to forgive this man for being complicit in betraying his country and not talking ...... about it, either. But if you kill him, that's where it ends.
"Don't be silly: ......, if these guys leak information to the enemy and they try to invade our borders, my people will be in danger. That's why I can't let them get away with this: ......!

　But if you kill them, you won't know anything. There's no way to know for sure if the two men will confess to the information.

　So I'm going to give all three men an equal chance. I don't agree that the person who was left to die first is the first to die - it's not for the sake of justice or anything like that, it just feels unreasonable.