Have you ever seen what hell is?

—Epigraph

Under the dome of Love's brothel, a large lamp was lit.

Warm yellow, the dancing light flickered on and off.

Dignitaries were playing with prostitutes in the deerskin carpeted hall, while old women in the attic were sticking out their tongues to lick the grains of rice that had fallen to the ground.

Her tongue swept away, and she even rolled up the ashes that covered the ground.

The barefoot maids walked briskly past the old woman with the skirt of Miss Gelmann, a famous prostitute, who, though she was famously short-tempered, seemed to dislike the unnamed old woman, and walked faster.

Truth be told, they never looked at her squarely, because the old woman was so dirty. Once, Miss Feiha, who lived on the second floor, wanted to play with her on a whim, but she saw the old woman's hair covered with black fleas, which frightened Miss Feiha almost turned her back.

"What's her name?"

"Who knows, old thing. ”

"Mary, you're not right, it's not an old thing, it's a dirty thing. ”

"Go away, Miss Gelman's whip is not so pleasant. ”

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of "kicking and kicking" from the side of the stairs, and the group of maids went upstairs.

The old woman picked up the crumbs of bread that had fallen on the ground and chewed them slowly, and the cynicism just now had no effect on her.

They all said she had bad ears, but no one knew if that was credible.

She caught a glimpse of the foot of a palm-sized child, also unshoeed, but it was not the same as that of the swaggering sparrows just now.

This foot was covered in filth, and it looked like it hadn't been washed in days, and even the nails were black.

"Do you know where Beequira's room is?"

Katz asked cautiously, he thought she was scary, like the old witch in the bedtime story his brother Hanny told him.

In fact, Kaz had been hiding behind the door and watching her for a while, but he didn't dare to come out because of the maids.

The old woman picked at the feet that stuck to the grains of rice, and she was no different from an animal, and in a blink of an eye she put the grains of rice stuck to her feet into her mouth.

Kaz rubbed his stomach, he hadn't eaten much in two days, but now he was really hungry and nauseous enough to vomit his intestines.

"Do you know Beckilla!" he tried to ask her one last time.

There was no response, and she was picking up rice grains again.

Outside the narrow attic, the men's cheers and the women's shrill screams.

"Give her buds, let her scream!"

"Ahh

Where only madmen stay, Kaz cursed secretly, Beckira is a fool, a fool in the truest sense of the word.

"It's a little girl who just came here last month, right?"

"Huh?"

She..... She can talk.

Kaz wanted to ask again, but the disheveled Bergira had already run barefoot.

She gasped and hurriedly picked him up.

The inferior perfume on Beckilla's body mixed with the smell of men's sweat made Kaz want to sneeze all the time.

He tried his best to hold back, but Beckilla ran so fast that he could still hear her choking.

Around the corner, Kaz saw the old woman staring at them, the ground dripping with blood.

When they reached the third floor, Beckira vigilantly closed the window and brushed the floor and closed the curtains, which were not blacked out, and Kaz could still see her face.

Soon, he noticed that Beckilla's smooth legs were bleeding from the inside, dripping down in large drops. Her rough gauze skirt was no longer visible.

She picked up Kaz and hugged him hard. Choked and kissed him on the cheek.

She opened her mouth with a cry.

"Listen to Kaz, you must leave now. She hugged harder.

Kaz ripped her face, full of tenderness, as beautiful as lavender in the field, this was his sister Beckira, who had just been under the man...... Not her.

"They're going to arrest you, get out of the sewer on the first floor, and escape with the caravan on the ground. She pulled him along, ready to get him out quickly.

Just now...... Lester's mad dog said he was going to take Kaz to his red castle, and Beckira knew what he wanted to do, how could Kaz be the madman who abused the boys..... How can you let him fiddle!

She began to choke again, gasping for air.

"Run! Kaz Run!"

Before he could react, he was thrown out by Beekyra. A group of uniformed men were already chasing after them with swords.

They were the inferior retainers of the Leicester clan.

"Run, run, Kaz, don't look back, run, don't look back!"

I had to send him here, and that was all she could do for him as an older sister.

Kaz, live, even like a dog!

He desperately opened his legs, his pounding heart pushing him along the slippery ground.

The old woman stared blankly at everything in front of her, the girl named Beckira, who had just arrived last month, had turned into a cold corpse.

Therefore, people living in dungeons, especially women, must learn to be selfish in addition to flattery, even to their loved ones.

She remembered that she had a daughter ten years ago, and she had said this to the little bastard. She did exactly that over the years, and she sold her daughter to a wealthy swordsman for a good pay, and it took a while, but now it's just gone.

Ah, she couldn't remember what that little bastard was called, Belinda.... Or Berea?

Thelma Second Line Command.

It's been twenty-four days since the last time Resa was confronted.

The black smoke had mostly dissipated, but the plague was also spreading in this sad city.

The dust from the smoke is highly toxic, and most of the skin of those who come into contact with it begins to rot.

Frank was inspecting the latest batch of corrosion-resistant cloaks in the workshop, which he shouldn't have done, but Laura had said she did it herself.

Because if Gilbert was still around, he would have done the same.

The cloth of these cloaks was ordinary, but each one was coated with a special paint that was distributed to the patrolling soldiers to prevent skin decay.

There are three hundred and forty-two pieces in total, and the one specially made for Lola adds up to three hundred and forty-three pieces.

"Thirteen, what an unlucky number. Frank smacked his tongue, he deliberately wrote the number 'thirteen' very small.

"Send it to Captain Lola. With a tear, he tore off the paper and handed it to Ander, handing him the neatly folded cloak that belonged to Lola.

Lola, who received the cloak, was not as calm as before, and she heard a person's name from Ander's mouth.

Gilbert.

Ten years ago, at the Battle of Virgil, she was only fifteen years old....... Without Captain Gilbert, she couldn't have come back alive.

Ander, who had been given the cloak, danced excitedly, his already small eyes now narrowed into a line

"It is said that the paint for these cloaks was developed by Captain Gilbert ten years ago, and I didn't expect it to come in handy after so long. ”

"Ah, Captain Laura, do you know Captain Gilbert? I heard that he was able to charge into battle with the National Guard without weapons back then, and he was simply a godkiller in the world!"

"Captain Gilbert seems to have come from the city of Isga in the south, and he is a bold ......"

"It's a pity that it ..... ten years ago"

Lola clenched the cloak with all her strength, her eyes were full of inscrutable complex emotions, and she trembled and said, "Andre, shut up....."

"Captain..... Are you feeling unwell?"

"Get out, hurry up ......"

Oh, Gilbert...... The man had been dead for ten years......