In front of Cell 18, Matthew and his assistant Levin were filled with tension as they tightly gripped their batons.
“Prisoner No. 328, place that stone down!”
The inmate, pale-faced and gaunt, clutched a sharp-edged stone in his hands.
It seemed he had managed to obtain it during the day’s paving work and had concealed it.
The stone appeared to have been discovered during the pre-entry possession check.
“Don’t you dare put me in here! I’d rather kill everyone than go back to this cell!”
Sensing the urgency of the situation, Matthew and Levin cautiously approached Prisoner No. 328, positioning themselves on either side of him.
Meanwhile, a gigantic inmate observed the scene with a mischievous grin as he nonchalantly picked his nose.
It was Jack Ketch
“Pellet, Don’t bother the warden’s husband. I’ll show you plenty of affection later, so just behave and come to the cell.”
Jack Ketch was a massive man, weighing a whopping 220 pounds, and he was also a prominent figure in the underworld.
Moreover, he was notorious for his deviant sexual behavior among the inmates.
He was a despicable scoundrel who would violate his cellmates during the dark hours of the night, yet no one dared to utter a word of complaint.
With unmatched physical strength and a multitude of minions under his command even within the prison walls, he was a troublesome individual whom even the guards wouldn’t dare to confront carelessly.
It was likely that this prisoner named Pellet was being used as an outlet for Ketch’s carnal desires.
“Matthew, let’s move that man to solitary confinement. Bringing in the stone alone warrants disciplinary action, don’t you think?”
I suggested, not so much for punishment but to keep him away from Ketch.
However, Ketch interrupted me with a mocking tone.
“Oh no, darling. This fellow will settle down in no time. It must have been some mistake for the stone to end up in his pocket, right, Pellet?” he said.
Yet, Pellet vigorously shook his head in denial.
“I will personally take care of this troublemaker,”
Ketch gave a subtle wink, and one of his subordinates swiftly handed something to Matthew.
It was likely money.
“Wolf, let the prisoners take care of Prisoner No. 328,” Matthew said.
Though he spoke those words, I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t shake off the pleading look in Pellet’s eyes.
I had a way to help him.
It was a favor bestowed upon me by the Hero herself.
If I were to abandon Pellet here and now, how could I face the Hero with any semblance of dignity?
“Prisoner No. 328, you’re going to solitary confinement. Come over here,” I commanded.
For Pellet, it might have felt like encountering an angel in purgatory.
However, just as Pellet staggered forward, Ketch blocked his path.
“Prisoner No. 48, step aside,” I demanded.
Yet, Ketch behaved as if he couldn’t hear my words at all.
“You’re called Wolf, huh? You may be new to Albion Prison, so you don’t seem to understand it, but everything goes my way here. It doesn’t matter if the other person is a guard,”
He sneered, fixing me with his small, glass-like eyes that glared like a snake.
“Well, well, you have quite a cute face. It’s a waste to leave you as a guard. How about we use you’re a** instead of Pellet’s?” He added.
There were three options that lay before me.
Option 1: Abandon Pellet and leave this place.
Option 2: Ignore Ketch and take Pellet with me (risking potential retaliation later).
Option 3: Completely thrash Ketch, leaving him utterly defeated.
“Prisoner No. 48, what kind of insolence are you spewing against a prison guard?”
I spoke quietly and grasped the Magic Scroll containing the Flame Magic hidden in my pocket.
The Scroll for Body Enhancement was tucked inside my shirt’s inner pocket, ready to be activated with a mere trickle of magic whenever needed. I didn’t want to use the Flame Magic if I could help it; it was meant to be my last resort.
“Hey, did you all hear that? The sixth-class officer is giving us a preaching,”
Ketch, who laughed with a vulgar voice, was met with support from his inmate subordinates, who followed suit.
However, the laughter abruptly ceased, and silence fell upon the prison. It was because I slowly drove my baton into Ketch’s chest.
“Didn’t you hear, No. 48? In Albion Prison, it’s forbidden for prisoners to utter abusive language towards the guards. If you break that rule, punishment awaits,” I said.
This was an undeniable fact.
“You…!”
Ketch’s face turned red with anger.
He grabbed the baton embedded in his flabby chest with his left hand, attempting to dislodge it. However, the baton didn’t budge an inch, and Ketch’s eyes, as small as grains of sand, widened to the size of pumpkin seeds.
My body, enhanced by the Strength Enhancement magic scroll, surpassed Ketch’s power, disregarding the difference in weight.
“Gah, why…?”
At this point, reconciliation was out of the question. Ketch would surely try to pummel me and violate my behind to his heart’s content, while I had no choice but to defend my precious a** with all my might.
There are surprisingly many people who simply don’t respond to reason or logic.
If words won’t get through, beating seems like the only option, right?
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TN: Last part almost killed me Xd
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