The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 518 I'm Just a Tool
"...In the end, how long will it take?"

Doreen crouched in the corner of the prison with her hands on her knees.

She's been locked up here for almost a week.

This is a completely enclosed room isolated from the outside world.

There was no one else, not even a voice to be heard, but her.When eating, drinking, and taking out the garbage, you have to go into Room A in the back room first.After the warden confirmed that she had entered Room A, he would remotely lock the door of Room A through a ceremony, and then send someone into Room B to put food and water in and take away the garbage.

There was nothing in her room except wooden trays for food, wooden bowls for water, a small toilet for excretion, and a sleeping bag-like "bed" on the floor of Room A.

Empty.

Only when being interrogated will there be strangers with rings or white gloves and stern faces pushing the door in.

Doreen would immediately lose consciousness just by looking at them.

It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

It was like immersing your head in icy water and being frozen until you lost consciousness.

She didn't even know what question she answered, or when they left... It was as if she had been too drunk.

When she wakes up, she will feel that her brain is extremely hot, as if she has a fever.It will take several hours to recover.

But the good thing is that she was imprisoned in this confinement room, and the fear and anxiety that slowly accumulated in her heart would disappear with the arrival of that state.

Doreen was very worried.

Did he leak information about Mr. Ghirlandaio when he was already unconscious?
Or, is there a fight outside now?The battle for succession?Or a dispute between uncle and nephew?

Will His Highness Dmitry be exiled?

He doesn't look very smart after all...

I heard that Grand Duke Ivan is not in good health, will something happen to him?Assassinated by Mr. Ghirlandaio, saying that he died of illness and took the opportunity to seize the throne or something, and His Highness Dmitri will be exiled abroad... It still feels very possible.But Grand Duke Ivan is said to be a very good person, it is better not to die...

Mr. Ghirlandaio—no, His Highness Ghirlandaio, it seems that he doesn’t discriminate against werewolves like his brothers.If he can become the Duke of Winter, maybe the situation of our werewolves can be improved a little... maybe, right?

But, but I know so many secrets, will I be silenced by Ghirlandaio?

"...Ugh."

Thinking of this, Doreen groaned and buried her face between her knees.

—I feel cold, me.

Just then, there was a creak.

The door, which was tightly fitted and without a doorknob, was opened from the outside.The two hands of winter came in, holding the door one in and one out, and stared straight ahead.

...Eh, I haven't gone in and locked the door yet?

Doreen shivered, and looked at the door strangely and terrified.

Normally, this door can only be opened only when she enters Room A and locks herself.

Why don't you worry about me running away this time?
Difficult, is it finally going to be executed?

"—Doreen."

Mr. Ghirlandaio's voice came from the door.

The middle-aged man with a gentle smile on his face and deep and handsome features like a sculpture walked in through the two hands of winter.

"Ghirlandaio...sir."

Doreen whispered back.

She reluctantly tried to stand up from the ground.

But because of squatting for too long, his legs felt a little numb, and he staggered and fell forward.

Before she fell into Ghirlandaio's arms, he quickly grabbed her shoulders and helped her up.

...is it an illusion?
Why does it feel that Mr. Ghirlandaio's hand is so strong... It's like a stone statue that has come to life.

But she reacted quickly and struggled to stand up straight.

"—Sorry, Mr. Ghirlandaio! I'm sorry!"

Doreen made her voice as loud as she could, but it was still too small to be heard.

She was terrified of her clumsiness.

And felt his throat constricted with fear, and his gums and fingertips were slightly numb.

Ghirlandaio showed a somewhat incomprehensible...somewhat strange, almost scrutinizing smile.

... This smile seems to have been seen somewhere.

Yes.

When the teacher chose her back then, she seemed to have shown this expression...

"Doreen."

"Yes...! I... I am here."

Her voice was getting lower and lower.

But Ghirlandaio just patted her on the shoulder, showing a gentle smile: "Don't be nervous.

"By the way, why are you so afraid of me? You obviously haven't been like this before."

I, what can I say?
Because I don't know if I have leaked the secret, so I don't know if I will be silenced...

Looking at Doreen who hesitated, Ghirlandaio's eyes became deeper and deeper.

As if wanting to break the silence, the middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes spoke slowly:
"Don't worry, nothing happened."

"What do you mean..."

"Everything is the same as before."

Ghirlandaio said casually: "That's right. If you are released, do you have any plans for the future?"

"If you plan to..."

Doreen faltered, unable to answer.I don't even know what to say is correct.

"……I have no idea."

She hesitated for a long time, and finally said so.

This is the truth.

Because I don't know what the "correct" words are, I can only tell the truth in the end.

At least if you make a wrong answer like this, you won't regret it too much.

"But if I can...I want to go to [teacher]."

"Professor Wolf?"

"Yes."

Doreen bit her lip - literally bit her lip.She sucked her own blood like a baby sucking milk.

"I want to ask him... why he gave me such a task. Also, to him, what am I..."

As she spoke, Doreen's voice became smaller and smaller.

She became more and more lost.

In fact, there is no need for [Professor Wolf] to give the answer himself.

She has long understood that... she is just a one-time tool.

——After all, Professor Wolf himself is not a werewolf.

He adopted and raised werewolf orphans only to achieve his own goals.From this point of view, Professor Wolf is no different from other people who regard werewolves as tools.

"In that case."

Giranda Eowyn said, "You might as well follow me first."

"……you?"

Doreen looked at Ghirlandaio in surprise.

But... is this necessary?

I'm obviously just a useless werewolf.

I don't know anyone, and I don't have any special skills. I only know how to follow orders... and I can't do anything well.

"Yes, follow me."

Ghirlandaio said slowly: "I'm going to go to the underground world first to do some things. After that, I just want to go to Professor Wolf, and I have to ask him face to face. From this point of view, our The goal is the same, isn't it?"

The goal is... the same?

Doreen stared blankly at Ghirlandaio.

In her eyes, the gentle smile of the middle-aged man was reflected.

It seems, exceptionally convincing.

"It's like being a teacher."

she whispered.

"what?"

"No, no."

Doreen inexplicably has a little more affection for the person in front of her.

Since I'm just a tool... why don't I use it for those who want me.

Thinking of this, Doreen felt that her mood improved a lot.

— out of her sight.

Ghirlandaio held two crystal bells in the palm of his lowered left hand.

... As expected.

Ghirlandaio nodded thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)