Symphony for the Insect Princess

At this moment, he turned back for the last time and happened to meet Aisia's eyes.

"——!?"

At that moment, Fulin felt a chill in his heart. Aisia's gaze was like a dagger covered in frost, piercing into his heart, devouring his soul and swallowing up his life.

"Tsk..."

Fulin shook his head, and the chill that penetrated his heart immediately disappeared. He looked at Asia again, and she was just glaring at him angrily, nothing special.

(…Is this an illusion?)

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"Go faster!"

"Stop dawdling!"

"Ugh... I'm sorry... But, could you please be gentle..."

"Stop talking nonsense to me!"

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

In the dark stairwell, two guards escorted me down. The road ahead seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and the lights made of magic crystals could only illuminate a few meters.

This stairwell leads to the dungeon, a facility built underground in the city lord's mansion. It has a long history and has imprisoned all kinds of people, and I am about to become one of them.

To make my performance more convincing, I deliberately held back my tears, sobbing softly, but not too loudly, or they'd become impatient. I also had to manage my walking pace carefully: too fast would arouse their suspicion, too slow would annoy them; a pace slightly slower than theirs was ideal. I lowered my head carefully, apologizing repeatedly in a subdued voice, all the while observing the expressions of the two men holding me from the corner of my eye. I could see these three elements in their faces: businesslike demeanor, sadistic intent, and lustful aspirations.

When they were young, they must have been bad kids who enjoyed destroying their toys.

As if they were beginning to feel bored with me, they started chatting.

"To be honest, I really don't want to be in this gloomy place."

"Who would want to do that? It's dark, damp, and supposedly haunted."

"Haunted?"

"You know what I mean, right? Every year, a bunch of people are imprisoned here. There are mercenaries, adventurers, and all sorts of other people. In short, they are all idiots with bad intentions towards the City Lord's Mansion."

"I know, so what?"

"Strangely, when we do the annual headcount, we always find that there are fewer people in the dungeon."

"Nonsense, he must be dead."

"If they died, at least there would be a body left behind. Even if the maggots had eaten all the flesh, there would be a skeleton left behind. But there's not even a skeleton."

"Missing person? Did he escape from prison?"

"Who knows? It's said that at one point, 70% of the people were missing. Even the city lord came down to check it out personally."

"The results of it?"

"Nothing was found. Later people said the missing people were dragged away by the wronged spirits in the dungeon. God knows what happened."

"Is it funny to talk about this now? I don't want to go down anymore..."

"I don't want to go down either, but... it's all this little bitch's fault!"

With a "puff" sound, he suddenly turned around and kicked me, and I felt a pain in my side.

I actually have a very high tolerance for pain, but to cooperate, I still exaggeratedly opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue, making a whining sound. Usually in this situation, I'd at least kick him again, so I just had to cooperate with him, pretend to be more convincing, and grasp the right degree, making them feel "bored" and trying not to arouse unnecessary sadism.

"Hurry up!"

踹！

"……what."

This kick,

impartial,

踹，

arrive,

Maid outfit,

of,

stockings,

stockings,

stockings,

stockings,

stockings,

on.

The maid outfit has long been wrinkled, and I don’t care what happens to the dress itself.

Despite being made of fine materials, well-cut, and in novel styles, clothes are ultimately just clothes, and their fundamental function is to cover the body and keep out the cold.

But there is one exception.

Stockings.

If all the wisdom of mankind in clothing can be condensed into two words, that is it - "stockings".

Of all the things invented by man, my favorite is books, and the second best is stockings.

There is no reason for this, it is purely out of instinct as a living being, and it is hard to explain.

"What are you standing there for? Go!"

Seeing that I didn't move, they pulled me impatiently and finally got me to the dungeon.

It was a large rectangular room, lit only by torches that looked like they would go out at any moment. The flickering flames cast shadows of the iron bars on the walls, like dancing demons.

"Get in!"

They took me to the innermost cell, opened the door, and pushed me in roughly.

Just as they closed the door and left, I heard their whispers.

"...If the City Lord hadn't wanted to personally interrogate her..."

"...Fuck, I really want to fuck her a few times..."

Ok……

It's great that they have such thoughts.

It can save some effort.

I had been planning to entertain you two and have some friendly discussions on the diplomatic issue of ruined stockings.

"Two...two brothers..."

I tried to sound like a timid girl (even though I am a timid girl myself).

""Um?""

"Please... I... I really didn't do anything! The young lady is still waiting for me... Please let me go..."

"Huh? What nonsense! The City Lord has made it clear, so just stay here!"

"Please! Please!"

I jumped up and grabbed the iron fence, pretending to be extremely panicked, while controlling my facial expression not to be too distorted.

"Please! Let me go! You can...let me...let me do anything!"

"…………Oh?"

"I don't think I heard clearly, little sister, what did you say just now?"

"Please... let me go... I... can do anything..."

Acting skills are very important at this moment. You have to carefully control yourself to be between the "tragic girl who sells her body to survive" and the "chaste heroine who refuses to be humiliated."

""...""

The two men were stunned for a moment, then smiled at each other.

"Well... no one knows when the City Lord will try her, right?"

"Yeah, I think there's plenty of time..."

Then the two of them opened the door again and walked towards me with strange smiles on their faces——

……

A second later, the bee stings paralyzed their bodies.

……

Two seconds later, bone-eating maggots drilled into the brain through the nostrils.

……

Five seconds later, it consumed most of their brains.

……

Nine seconds later, the brainworm made its home beneath their skulls.

……

Fifteen seconds later, the brain worm and the remaining parts were assimilated and the central nervous system docking was completed.

……

A minute later, they stood up shakily, saluted me and walked out of the cell. At first they walked unsteadily, but by the time they reached the stairs, their movements were smoother.

Chapter 56 Charlotte (Part )

In the market town outside Kasolu, in the hotel at the entrance of the town——

The first night that Setroon and his group spent in the hotel was uneventful, and could even be said to be very boring. While the others were squeezed into one room with several people, Setroon insisted on sleeping in one room by himself.

And by the next day——

It’s almost night, 17:45——

So we returned to the original scene.

"Please don't fight in this store! If you want to fight, please leave--"

"Judging from the way you speak, you must be an adventurer, right? Honestly, I've been annoyed with you bunch of self-righteous idiots for a long time..."

"Just be frank. Leave the information, or leave your two legs? It's your choice!"

As expected, Sedroon clashed with the unknown mercenary over a trivial matter.

"Heh, you damn bitch, if you wanted to cause trouble, you should have just said so earlier. Why are you taking so many detours?"

"Wait a minute, don't fight here—"

Once the spark of violence ignited, it spread quickly. In the tense atmosphere, as Charlotte watched helplessly, everyone at the table stood up, their eyes blazing. They were almost all mercenaries or adventurers, or simply thugs, all fired up by the atmosphere, ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.

at this time,

"Mom, what are you doing?"

A childish voice that was out of place in the scene suddenly interrupted, and everyone looked at the person who came in - the cute girl who came out from the backstage.

"Ah, Ariel! Don't come close!"

Charlotte immediately ran over and tried to pull her daughter away, but

"Hey, Mom! I found this when I was washing a customer's clothes. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Don't touch other people's things...eh?"

The girl, who was less than ten years old, took out something from her pocket with a bright smile on her face.

At this moment, everyone stood still.

They stared in amazement at the thing in the girl's hand.

It was a ball the size of an egg.