“Yo, if it isn’t Camille Rhodolite.”
All of a sudden, a male voice resounded from inside the cell. It was a voice I was familiar with.
The throaty voice of a hateful man who had caused a major incident a little while ago, the one who who had given me a hard time.
“Achille… I was wondering if maybe this was the case, but the kind-hearted person who volunteered to help out with the experiment was really…”
“… Though he was previously the leader of the commoner extremists who occupied the town.”
“W-W-Why Galaf Sharohm?”
Because it was too much, my voice went shrill.
Why did the enemy, Galaf, want to help out with the experiments?
Moreover, Achille said that it was voluntary. H… How strange!
When I timidly approached the cell, I could make out his figure inside.
Though his arms and legs were shackled in chains, in addition to this kind of environment, he hadn’t broken. Instead, he was full of vigor.
The Jack of Clovers… was the owner of this tenacious force of will.
“Ah…”
The chains that were restraining him were magic items specially designed to seal prisoners’ magical powers.
Ironically, these were made from the same materials used for the tiger traps that Galaf had used to trap me.
Because he was an opponent who used forbidden magic as if without a care, I think these were natural measures.
“Hey, the heartless person standing there! I’ll do my part of the bargain, but will you keep your promise?”
Galaf shouted as he faced Achille, who was standing behind me.
Achille scowled unhappily.
“… Isn’t that obvious.”
“I can’t believe you!”
“So you’re saying that it’d be fine to pretend this conversation had never happened… it’s fine if I interpret this situation like that, right?”
“…!”
At that moment, Galaf sunk into silence.
I wonder what the deal was…
Of all the people, picking Galaf as the target for experimentation, just what in the world was Achille thinking?
I was fixedly staring at him.
“Don’t worry about it Camille. I’ve gotten permission from the higher-ups, and he agreed to it too.”
“… But is it really alright?”
“It’s alright to do it to your heart’s content. And if by any chance you fail, it’ll be okay, rather, what if you failed on purpose once or twice?”
“Hey! Are you still carrying a grudge against me! Hey, Camille. Stop dating this vindictive boyfriend, how about swapping him with me?”
“Please don’t act too familiar with Camille. Also, I’m her husband.”
How was he not affected in the least by this…
Galaf Sharohm, who could leisurely converse even in a situation like this, was a guy you couldn’t make light of.
His massive nerves were impudent, and his spirit held steady.
“Achille, can we just start the experiment already?”
If the higher-ups gave the A-ok, there shouldn’t be any problems, right.
I was reluctant to use someone else as the subject for an experiment, but right now, I was determined to perfect the tattoo that would reliably defend against forbidden magic.
After Achille opened the lock, I entered the cell, went up to Galaf, who was bound and unable to move, and ran my finger down his right wrist as I used magic to draw a chain pattern..
“Heh, skillful aren’t you. So you used this kind of thing to invalidate my forbidden magic that time, didn’t you?”
Galaf, who was looking out of the side of his eye, raised his voice, amused.
Even though my tattoos caused his plans to fail back when we went to exterminate them, he didn’t harbor a grudge against this kind of thing, huh.
What in the world could be his objective in supporting the extremists…
The chains were instantly completed. After that, all I had to do was to cast forbidden magic to test the efficacy.