In the middle of the night, Annan, who was about to rest for the night while the Lorda of Hell could not get his hands on Hearsites City, suddenly sat up.

Because the empty church dungeon suddenly became noisy, the weirdos woke up from their cells.

Annan looked at the bizarre scene in front of him in amazement...... Own shelter turned into a spooky nest?

But it should be said...... I picked a weird nest to use as a shelter.

Click-

The door of the cell that had just been closed by Annan opened automatically, and Annan had no choice but to go to the iron fence with the charred girl and watch the other cells come out of the strange and strange silhouettes.

They are undoubtedly weird, but they are different from the weirdness out there...... These guys aren't that shady and weird......

"Newcomer?"

A strange man with a crocodile's head and swollen skin looked at Annan and spoke the standard lingua franca, "Two? ”

"I'm its brother."

Annan pretends to be a new prisoner and stands with the charred girl.

As a result, the crocodile head didn't care at all, muttering something and walking out of the dungeon.

"Let's go out too."

Annan said, put the scorched girl's body close to his body, and then put the leaves of the World Tree and the leaves of the Otherworld Tree on his body at the same time, and came to the prison with her - the former can hurt the weird, and the latter can make the weird his own weird.

Dozens of them make this place lively, only the living don't think so...... However, Annan did not see a second human among them, and they did not express curiosity about Annan, at most they glanced at the hundreds of eyes that grew all over their bodies, or the eyes that turned into their heads, or the eyes that drilled out of their bodies.

It's as if Annan's current appearance is no different from theirs.

They gather in the halls of the dungeon, and even communication is a lingua franca. Some say how powerful they are outside, some brag about how good their skills are, and some stand aside and look like they can't be messed with.

If you're blindfolded, you'll think it's going on in a tavern.

The weirdness here is different from what Annan has encountered...... They're too human.

"New kid, you're looking for trouble?"

There are even provocative guys.

Annan pretended to be fierce, looking up at the strange appearance of werewolf-like muscles, but no hair, and his head was squeezed into his chest by muscles.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You stepped on little Houfflin."

Annan looked down and took a step back, and saw a strange slug-like flattening patch stuck to the stone brick. The silhouette also has thick lines, just like a character from a comic.

"I'm fine! I'm fine! ”

The slug let out a small squeal, like a kraft candy, and plucked itself off: "It didn't hurt me!" Man, it's rare to see a prisoner as friendly as Ling. ”

As soon as Annan wanted to answer gently, he noticed some strange looks around him

"You say I'm friendly!? I've lived in more dungeons than you've ever heard of! Breeze City, Betal City, and Flowers almost caught me! ”

"Dude, don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! I'm just talking! ”

The slug weirdly retreats to the hairless werewolf's feet with two tentacles, climbs on the foot, and lets the hairless werewolf leave.

The strange gaze around them also disappeared.

In order to be no longer conspicuous, what they do next, Annan will do. For example, it didn't take a weird step down the stairs leading to the ground, and the torture rack near the corner, it did the same.

This newcomer is too calm, and the weirdos who can't see the fun show their human regrets.

At some point, a pitch-black silhouette draped in a priest's robe descended from the stairs. As soon as it appeared, the noise in the dungeon disappeared.

Annan realized that it should be the controller, or warden, of this strange prison.

The pitch-black silhouette emitted a high-pitched chirp, not like a human's, with a message that it was free time.

The warden of the priest's silhouette left the dungeon, and the strange ones who had not dared to approach the stairs before swarmed up.

Annan followed them, thinking to himself that if weirdness is the embodiment of emotions, then how did the weirdness in the dungeon come about?

Followed to the surface, he found that the monsters that had run out first had not left the confines of the church, and that their free movement was limited to the withered garden outside the church.

This is indeed a prison...... All the weirdness was kept under control and not allowed to go out.

At this time, a dazzling light suddenly lit up outside the Strange News City.

The strange prisoners looked up and saw a meteor streak across the sky and crash towards Hearsi, only to disappear as they got closer.

In that direction are the camps of the southern nations...... They failed.

Or maybe they're doing it the wrong way.

Magic doesn't work here, as for the warriors......

A weird sketchpad with hands and feet growing out begins to draw on the canvas. Its two hands dissolved into afterimages, and the drawing board moved between repetition and erasure.

On the drawing board, a figure rushed towards the gate of Hearsi, and then a loud bang erupted in the direction of the gate. The figure on the drawing board flew back with a large pool of blood.

I don't know if it's an epic warrior or a legendary warrior......

"Are they here to save us?" There are weird questions.

"Maybe they're here to kill us...... They're with the warden! There was a weird answer.

Then, a giant goblin golem as tall as a city wall appeared on the drawing board.

The goblins of the South are amazing......

Annan instantly felt his heart moved, thinking that he would go to find the goblins after he went out.

The giant goblin golem seemed to be slow but quickly came to the city wall, and then a twisted silhouette appeared on the drawing board, it was really small compared to the giant goblin golem, but where it passed, the giant goblin golem disappeared as if it had been wiped away.

In the distance, tranquility regained outside the city as the southern kingdoms retreated.

Magic, power, mechanics won't work...... They can't influence Persona at all.

The weirdos were talking, and the southern nations would never have imagined that there would be a group of weirdos pointing fingers at them in Persona. As he spoke, the topic of the weirdos changed from humans outside to plotting to escape from prison.

Hairless werewolves and slugs approached Annan and wanted him to join them.

"I refuse." Annan didn't want to.

He was able to leave during the day, so why be stupid enough to escape from prison...... And he's not weird, he has to face the weirdness outside when he escapes.

At least it's safe here.

"You'll regret it......"

The slug sitting at its feet expressed regret, and it liked Annan a lot......

The weirdos gave up after discussing it for a while, they didn't have the confidence to beat the warden, and they recovered in a loose way, lying crookedly in what had been the flower garden.

The moonlight shone on them as if they were free.

A few hours passed like this, and it was almost dawn. The freaks who have finished "letting the wind out" return to the dungeon and burrow back into their respective cells.

Annan and the Scorched Maiden are no exception. They stayed in their cells, quietly waiting for the dawn to break.

The first glimmer of light spilled into the dungeon, and the dungeon, which had been bustling all night, became silent.

All the movements of the night disappeared, as if it were just a strange dream.

(End of chapter)