The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 61: I am just a tool

"...how long will it take?"

Doreen squatted in the corner of the prison with her hands on her knees.

She has been locked up here for almost a week.

This is a completely enclosed room isolated from the outside world.

There was no one else but her, no one else could even be heard. When eating, drinking, or taking out the trash, you must first enter Room A in the back room. When the warden confirms that she has entered Room A, he will remotely lock the door of Room A through a ceremony, and then send someone into Room B to put food and water in and take away the garbage.

There was nothing in her room except a wooden tray for food, a wooden bowl for water, a small toilet for excretion, and a "bed" like a sleeping bag spread on the floor of room A.

Empty.

Only when being interrogated will strangers wearing rings or white gloves and stern faces push in the door.

As long as they look at each other, Doreen will immediately lose consciousness.

That's a very uncomfortable feeling.

It's like immersing your head in ice water and being frozen until you lose consciousness.

She didn't even know what questions she answered, or when they left... It was like she had broken up after drinking too much.

When she wakes up, she will feel that her brain is extremely hot, as if she has a fever. It will take several hours to recover.

But the good thing is that while she is being held in this confinement room, the fear and anxiety that slowly accumulated in her heart will disappear with the advent of that state.

Doreen was very worried.

Have you already leaked the information about Mr. Ghirlandaio while he was unconscious?

Or is there already a fight outside? The fight for the right to inherit the throne? Or is it an uncle-nephew dispute?

Will His Highness Dmitry be exiled?

After all, he doesn’t look very smart...

I heard that Grand Duke Ivan is not in good health. Will something happen to him? Being assassinated by Mr. Ghirlandaio, saying that he died of illness and then taking the opportunity to seize the throne or something, and His Highness Dmitry will be exiled abroad... It still feels very possible. However, Grand Duke Ivan is said to be a very good person, so it is best not to die...

Mr. Ghirlandaio - no, His Highness Ghirlandaio, it seems that he does not discriminate against werewolves as much as his brothers. If he can become the Duke of Winter, maybe the situation of us werewolves can be slightly improved... maybe, right?

But, but if I know so many secrets, will I be silenced by Ghirlandaio?

"...Woo."

When Doreen thought of this, she wailed and buried her face between her knees.

——I feel cold, me.

At this moment, there was a squeak.

The door, which was so tight that it didn't even have a door handle, was opened from the outside. Two Winter Hands came in, holding the door one mile and one away, looking straight ahead.

...Hey, I haven't locked the door yet?

Doreen trembled and looked at the door with some strangeness and fear.

Usually this door requires her to enter Room A and lock herself before she can open it.

Why aren't you worried about me running away this time?

Is it difficult, is he finally going to be executed?

"——Doreen."

Mr. Ghirlandaio's voice came from the door.

The middle-aged man with a gentle smile on his face and handsome features as deep as sculptures walked in through the two Winter Hands.

"Mr. Ghirlandaio..."

Doreen responded quietly.

She reluctantly tried to stand up from the ground.

But because I had squatted for so long, my legs were numb and I stumbled forward.

Before she fell into Ghirlandaio's arms, he quickly grabbed her shoulders and helped her up.

...Is it an illusion?

Why do you feel that Mr. Ghirlandaio's hand is so strong... It's like a stone statue that has come alive.

But she quickly reacted and broke free to stand upright.

"——Hug, sorry, Mr. Ghirlandaio! I'm rude!"

Doreen tried to make her voice as loud as possible, but it was still too quiet to be heard.

She was horrified by her clumsiness.

And felt his throat tightening with fear, and his gums and fingertips were slightly numb.

Ghirlandaio revealed a somewhat incomprehensible... strange, almost scrutinizing smile.

...This smile seems to have been seen somewhere before.

Yes.

When the teacher selected her, she seemed to have this expression...

"Doreen."

"Yes...! I...I am here."

Her voice became smaller and smaller.

But Ghirlandaio just patted her on the shoulder and showed a gentle smile: "Don't be nervous.

"By the way, why are you so afraid of me? You obviously haven't been like this before."

I, what can I say?

Because I don’t know if I have leaked the secret, I don’t know if I will be silenced...

Looking at Doreen who was hesitating, Ghirlandaio's eyes became deeper and deeper.

As if to break the silence, the middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes slowly spoke:

"Don't be nervous, nothing happened."

"What does it mean..."

"Everything is the same as before."

Ghirlandaio said as if casually: "By the way. If you are released, what are your plans in the future?"

"If you plan to..."

Doreen hesitated, unable to answer. I don’t know what the right thing to say is.

"...I don't know."

She hesitated for a long time and finally said this.

This is the truth.

Because I don’t know what the “right” words are, I end up telling the truth.

At least you won’t regret it too much if you get the wrong answer.

"But if possible... I want to find [Teacher]."

"Professor Wolf."

"Yes."

Doreen bit her lip—literally biting her lip. She sucked her own blood like a baby sucking milk.

"I want to ask him...why he gave me such a task. And, to him, who am I..."

As she spoke, Doreen’s voice became smaller and smaller.

She became increasingly frustrated.

In fact, there is no need for [Professor Wolf] to give the answer himself.

She has long understood that... she is just a disposable tool.

——After all, Professor Wolf himself is not a werewolf.

He adopted and raised werewolf orphans just to achieve his own goals. From this point of view, Professor Wolf is no different from other people who regard werewolves as tools.

"In that case."

Girandaio said warmly: "Why don't you just follow me first."

"...you?"

Dorine looked at Ghirlandaio in surprise.

But...is this necessary?

I am obviously just a useless werewolf.

I don’t know anyone, and I don’t have any special skills. I only know how to follow orders...and I can’t do anything well.

"Yes, follow me."

Ghirlandaio said slowly: "I want to go to the underground world first to do some things. After that, I just want to go to Professor Wolf and ask him face to face about some things. From this point of view , our goals are the same, aren’t they?”

The goals are... consistent?

Doreen looked at Ghirlandaio blankly.

In her eyes, the gentle smile of the middle-aged man was reflected.

It seems particularly convincing. ~IndoMTL.com~ It’s like being a teacher. ”

She whispered.

"What?"

"No, there isn't."

Dorine inexplicably felt more fond of the person in front of her.

Since you are just a tool... you might as well give it to those who want you.

Thinking about this, Doreen felt that her mood had improved a lot.

——Where she can't see.

Ghirlandaio held two crystal bells in the palm of his lowered left hand.

...As expected.

Ghirlandaio nodded thoughtfully.