Ketch’s breath, as he grasped the baton, was close to my face and accompanied by a sickening stench.
Was this another one of his tactics? He was desperately trying to remove the baton I had pressed against him.
Perhaps he couldn’t tolerate losing with the power he greatly boasted of?
I wasn’t entirely sure, but since his attention seemed to be focused on the baton, I wordlessly delivered a swift kick to Ketch’s groin.
“Ugh…!!”
He winced in pain, unable to even utter a sound.
Seizing his dominant arm, I proceeded to break his bone.
It felt unpleasant, but I steeled my heart and fractured his leg bone as well.
I wanted to break Ketch’s spirit in this way. Otherwise, I knew I wouldn’t stand a chance of avoiding being dragged into the darkness and violated.
I also wanted to leave a lasting impression on Ketch’s underlings, making them realize that I was a fearsome man who would do anything to protect my a**.
I grabbed Ketch by his hair, lifting his drooping head.
If he had still shown a hint of defiance, I would have considered going for his finger bones next, but he seemed to be foaming at the mouth, unconscious.
Perhaps he had lost consciousness after the initial groin kick.
Maybe I had crushed his balls…
I had done enough at this point.
Ketch had plenty of enemies.
Even if I didn’t deliver the final blow, there was a good chance that the weakened Ketch would be eliminated.
Nevertheless, one thing was certain: his influence would diminish.
As for his lust… it was depleted, perhaps?
I had thought about scorching his private parts with a fire spell if there was no other option, but it seemed I had managed to avoid that.
Regardless, I didn’t enjoy hurting people.
I didn’t want to stay in this place any longer.
It was about time to bring dinner to the esteemed hero.
I needed to gaze at the virtuous hero and try to heal my troubled heart, even just a little.
“Prisoner No. 328 will go to solitary confinement. Is that alright, Matthew?”
“Y-Yeah…”
Since I obtained my colleague’s approval, there shouldn’t be any issues.
Pellet obediently handed me the stone he had been holding in his hand.
“You’ll be in solitary confinement for a while. Endure it,”
“Yes… Thank you,”
And just like that, I escorted Pellet to the solitary confinement cell.
♢
Not a single prisoner uttered a word.
No one could have expected Barton, that slender and gentle looking man, to knock Ketch down like that.
“W-Who’s that?”
“He’s the prison guard, Wolf.”
“Wolf? Fits the name perfectly, like a damn wolf.”
“Yeah. Like a prison wolf…”
It’s unclear who started it, but from that evening on, Barton Wolf became known as the Prison Wolf.
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