Chapter 1 The First Floor Below Hellraum Prison

Inside Warden Corondan's office in the Korendan Prison.

Corondan, the warden who had always been high above and worked in an orderly manner, had a rather strange expression after picking up the phone.

His brow was furrowed, as if he was contemplating a puzzling problem.

This expression seemed particularly out of place on his usual dignified and calm face.

"...?"

Having been caught red-handed after speaking, he didn't dare to refute immediately.

He didn't understand how Warden Bakas had heard him.

Could it be that the warden was setting a trap today, pretending to leave, but actually using this as a pretext to rectify them?

But then, Corondan calmed down and thought that the warden had indeed gone to the Royal Magic Academy of Protos today, and this communication was also coming from there.

So, analyzing it this way...

For Warden Bakas, the most important goal was to give an explanation to Mr. Locke McCarthy; the punishment for him, the warden, was secondary.

Therefore, whether Warden Bakas had evidence or not, he had to deny it at this time.

He absolutely could not admit it through the phone, making Warden Bakas look bad in front of Locke McCarthy.

"No, I absolutely did not say such a thing!"

Corondan said firmly into the phone.

As soon as the words fell, it seemed to conform to the standard answer that Warden Bakas expected, causing Warden Bakas on the other end to breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"I warn you, no matter what you think or say on your floor, do not have the slightest disrespect for Mr. Locke McCarthy, otherwise, if I catch you, you know what the consequences will be."

Warden Bakas's stern voice came from the phone, almost word for word at the end.

These words were not only for Corondan, but also for Locke McCarthy beside him.

The truth is not important.

What matters is that Warden Bakas cannot fail to deliver at this moment.

Otherwise, all the embarrassment and pressure that Warden Bakas endured would be transformed into a hundredfold of anger, making him pay the price!

"Hoo—"

However, just as Warden Corondan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter had been muddled through...

On the other side of the desk...

"He clearly said just now that even our headmaster would have to bring him two packs of cigarettes when he came here; we all heard it."

The black-haired, green-eyed poet of great love said in the office in a clear and bright voice.

Her voice sounded young and had a frank charm, pointing out the truth without hesitation.

Instantly.

Not only did Warden Corondan's jaw freeze as he looked at the poet of great love,

Even the other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.

Corondan's eyes widened as he stared at the black-haired, green-eyed girl who had not made any statements, with thousands of words but not a single one he could say.

He didn't know if this guy was the most black-hearted, or if she was really incomparably upright and natural, unable to accept the slightest lie.

Don't you know how to read the atmosphere and speak according to the occasion?!!!

Corondan wanted to roar out loud!

But at this moment.

He must have no intention of venting his inner anger and collapse. Even through the communication terminal, Warden Corondan could feel the raging anger and embarrassment on Warden Bakas, who was standing in front of the terminal, as if wanting to burn him to ashes along the magic circuit.

"No, no! Master Bakas, please listen to my explanation. There is an ignorant newcomer beside me; don't listen to her nonsense..."

Warden Corondan's voice suddenly became flustered.

"Is she an intern from the Royal Magic Academy of Protos?"

Bakas's voice was surprisingly calm, which also meant that he had reached the breaking point.

"She..."

Before Corondan could deny it, he felt that the black-haired, green-eyed girl was about to help him speak again.

Under Warden Bakas's seemingly all-knowing cold silence, Corondan's voice instantly became smaller, and finally turned into silence, daring not to further anger Warden Bakas.

"Yes."

So Corondan could only grit his teeth and admit it.

At this time, any sophistry was meaningless.

Whether it was true or false, Locke McCarthy, who was standing beside Warden Bakas like a supervisor on the side of the Royal Academy of Protos, had already heard it.

Warden Bakas's attitude would directly determine Headmaster Locke McCarthy's impression of the warden.

"Corondan... So you still dare to quibble, adding crime to crime, are you..."

In Bakas's voice, an unquestionable declaration made Corondan feel a chill.

Warden Corondan's excited throat moved, wanting to quibble.

But he saw the black-haired, green-eyed girl looking at him with infinite pity at this time.

As if she thought he was a dishonest person who deserved to be punished.

And was considering whether to give him some redemption.

Until this moment, she was still as pure and beautiful as an angel, emitting brilliance.

Corondan looked at her, feeling like he was about to vomit blood. The anger in his heart, for some reason, had been constantly stimulated like being poured with oil since just now, but the most painful thing was that he had to remain calm, try to please Master Bakas, and strive for Locke McCarthy's understanding.

"Don't be like this, Bakas. I just wanted to confirm whether my students were being made difficult. You can solve the internal affairs of your prison yourself; it won't affect our friendship."

Soon, a slightly indistinct, calm male voice also came from the phone.

It seemed that Locke McCarthy, who was standing beside Warden Bakas, was comforting Bakas, who was in a very bad state.

After a brief silence.

"Corondan, if I find out that you're badmouthing Mr. Locke McCarthy, just wait to go to the sixth floor below. You should know that I have a way to send you down."

Bakas finally warned, then hung up the communication heavily.

"Understood, understood!"

Warden Corondan responded twice to the phone that had no sound before putting it down.

Seeing Corondan's flustered and blushing appearance, the poet of great love turned her head and blinked at Hyperion.

As if asking her: See, this is called social skill.

Later, if they could coerce this Warden Corondan who had made a mistake, they could basically skip the second and third floors below the prison's outer layer and let him use his authority to send them directly to the fourth floor below the interior to find the Great Demon Race.

"..."

Hyperion was speechless.

The outer layer of Hellraum Prison once again made her feel the familiar baby difficulty that made her uneasy.

Your social skills shouldn't be exchanged for merit, right? Shouldn't it deduct the merits I've painstakingly saved in the Kingdom of Aesthelan for the past two months?

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