Third Death Row Series: According to God, Death Is Salvation and Killing Is a Good Deed. The Source Is Me. - Chapter 25
- Third Death Row Series: According to God, Death Is Salvation and Killing Is a Good Deed. The Source Is Me.
- Chapter 25 - Days in Ciscima (4)
Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter
Creak, creak, creak.
“Ouch, it hurts, it hurts!”
In anguish, a tough-looking man screamed while scrunching up his face.
“Hearing a man’s scream is…”
Since I was a person who possessed only normal proclivities, I was not aroused when a man screamed like this. This was something I did because it was necessary for what was to follow. Otherwise, there would be no way I would want to work dismembering a man’s body with a saw.
“Look, next is the left second arm. Whom should I be doing this to next?”
I forcibly shredded the man’s elbow, which was connected to it by a piece of skin, before throwing it to his friends, who were sitting across from him and watching. It fell to the ground, but no one picked it up.
“Look, if you move, the blood will spray out. Be mature.”
“It hurts… it hurts.”
While applying healing magic to the wound to stop the bleeding, I looked behind me.
“Do you still don’t get it? I don’t think I’m speaking in terms that complicated, and your answers are the ones I’m looking for, right?”
“W-What the hell do you want!”
One of the individuals who was occupying the chair, or rather, who was being forced to occupy the chair, abruptly cut me off, like he was foaming at the mouth. Please don’t talk too aggressively, or you’ll spit in my face.
“What do I want… I have a job I would like you guys to do for me.”
“Like I said! I’ve told you many times that I’ll obey what you say! So why are you doing this!?”
“That’s because I don’t trust you. You guys attacked me yesterday, don’t you remember?”
“About that, it’s really my bad, I’m sorry! I will never lay a hand on you again, and I will abide by what you say! So please stop doing this to me!”
“―About that, you see.”
The people in the chairs and even the man who had been yelling and lamenting the loss of his arms from elbow to elbow quieted down when I lowered my voice a notch. The only sound was the rattling, the wobbling of the chairs.
“If God were right in front of you, would you talk to them like that? No, in the first place, would you spit at me like that even though you haven’t been given permission to do so? No, you don’t. You guys still don’t understand your position and what kind of a human being I am.”
The second arm fell to the ground, and I trampled on it. Blood and pieces of flesh poured from the perforations in the skin as it was torn open, and the shattered bone burst through the skin to reveal its white, fluid form.
The sound of the chair’s legs grinding on the ground grew increasingly audible.
“…Don’t get me wrong, though. It’s something that is inevitable. Have any of you ever encountered God? No, to begin with, I am not even sure if you guys believe in the existence of God. I don’t expect you to understand how to deal with such an unknown entity in just one night, so I won’t be angry or sad―it’s an education, so to speak. In my original world, corporal punishment was forbidden by law, but this is not Japan, and you won’t be reprimanded.”
Lifting up the two arms I had crushed, I held them up in front of the men. The ground was stained by several streams of reddish-black blood as the skin tone lost blood quickly.
“In my country, one of the corporal punishments was school lunch. Oh, you don’t understand what I mean by school lunches, do you? Well, to put it simply, it is an education to nurture a sense of appreciation for food, etc. Students in my generation were under severe instructions not to leave any rice behind. ‘Don’t waste what others have prepared for you!’ So we were told to eat all the rice, I’m not incorrect in what I say, am I?”
I asked one of the men softly, and he nodded eagerly.
“I’m glad you understand… So, in that sense, he is also a ‘thing’ that was carefully produced in his mother’s womb, and you should not waste things either. So, the four of you should thoroughly devour him with no leftovers.”
“I-I am! I am not a food!”
“You see, fortunately, thanks to my power, the freshness of the ingredients has been preserved. Even if you get a stomach ache, I’ll cure it, so everyone can finish the meal by tomorrow. If I have to dismember both of you, even I’ll be exhausted.”
A yawn escaped me. I was very sleepy.
“Did you yawn?”
I sipped my iced coffee as I gave a languid reply. I was sorry to Thilia, but I wanted to sleep until at least the evening. It was also a little hard for me that I chose to sit at an outdoor table set up in front of the restaurant.
“…Excuse me, am I bothering you after all?”
Did she sense that? Thilia’s lovely brow furrowed, and her expression was apologetic.
“No, not at all. I’ve been in a rush and have always turned down your invitations to have meals together. But more importantly, aren’t you using that thing today?”
“The lens? Yes, I wanted to get used to it so that I wouldn’t be upset if it broke or something like that happened and I couldn’t get a clear view.”
Thilia, who was also drinking her coffee after a meal in front of me, did not have her lens deployed, unlike usual. However, her mannerisms were so much more comparable to those of a normal person, which suggested that she was usually doing exactly the same thing as she had just said.
“…You are truly admirable.”
I was really fortunate that it was you who came as my interpreter and my subordinate.
“T-That’s not true! You’re much more distinguished than I am, Captain! You can even speak the imperial language normally now, and I heard that you have been staying at the church recently to care for the sick! I can’t imitate you.”
“Well, I can say that I did my best in the language department, but in the treatment department, it’s all about self-satisfaction, isn’t it?”
I heard that some doctors were troubled by that.
“Are you talking about the doctors in Ciscima? If they are real doctors, I think they should rather give a word of thanks to Captain…”
“Human beings, no one can be as saintly as you are.”
As I was talking about this, I saw a man coming toward me with unsteady steps from behind Thilia’s back, and I muttered a small “Oh”.
“? Is something wrong?”
It was Michel, who I hadn’t seen since we split up yesterday.
He likewise recognized us, and a faint smile crossed his worn-out face.
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