Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 661

#661. What are you doing?

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Labor camp Gulag.

A facility created to edify people through labor.

But people knew.

That’s just an excuse for words.

In fact, Gulag is a mountain hell that squeezes the lives of sinners to exploit labor to the bone.

That’s why Gulag always had a gloomy atmosphere.

It was only natural for the inmates to go through the same routine and become thinner day by day.

But since yesterday.

A strange atmosphere lingered around Gulag.

It was because the chatter that started last night continued to spread among the prisoners like waves under the water.

What is the reason.

You could tell by hearing their whispers.

“Hey, what do you think?”

“what?”

“The sisters. Where do you think it will be placed?”

“Of course, it must be packaging or clothing work. The Revolutionary Army sisters are going there for now, aren’t they?”

“That’s usually about sisters. I don’t know about the Rin sisters, but the Elshar sisters were elite even in the revolutionary government, right? Then why don’t you fall for the study or the desk?”

“The Bachemensky brothers were also high-ranking party members, but they were assigned simple labor, right?”

“That’s because I volunteered. Even so, the research side is still dispatched from time to time.”

“I might get a class president rather than a research position.”

“Would you entrust a sister who stood at the forefront of the Revolutionary Army and the New Revolutionary Army as class president because she was crazy? You can tell just by looking at that straitjacket, right?”

“Well… Maybe I could turn it into mining or construction work.”

“Damn the government bastards.”

The majority of inmates are newcomers this time.

In other words, he showed great interest in Elshar and the Lynn sisters.

In the first place, the majority was the revolutionary army, and the Gulag was filled with people with ideologies that supported the revolution.

The appearance of the revolutionary Elshar in Gulag like this caused a stir like the transfer of a popular idol in high school.

…Although there is a small difference that the fans who hold their hearts are not fresh classmates, but rather big revolutionaries.

Anyway, thanks to that, the inmates never stopped talking about Elshar.

So was Dmitry.

Eavesdropping on conversations here and there.

Asking a close prison guard, etc.

Ever since seeing Elshar at the restaurant yesterday, Dmitri has also been actively participating in the whispering.

In terms of being a revolutionary who almost led the revolution at a young age, Elshar

was as much an object of admiration for a boy like him as Sergei… no, in a sense, even surpassing him.

If only I could share a word with Elshar.

Even if he died on the spot, there was no time left.

‘…Though that won’t happen.’

But apart from that longing.

The pessimistic reason thought.

In the first place, there was no way an elite like Elshar would be put into simple labor work like himself.

As it has been designated as a subject of special management, it is obvious that there will be no need to even see its face in the future.

Even if there is a point of contact, it is the same.

Even Bachemenski, who had been watching from afar, had no courage to talk to Elshar.

That’s why it was so dull.

Dmitry was surprised.

“Sister Elshar, is it true that you were put into the same work as us?”

“Really.”

“How could a high-class manpower like your sister do something like this…!”

“No surprise. It goes without saying that they do the same work as the Revolutionary Army.”

“As expected, Sister Elshar is an example for the people!”

A spacious dining room.

Seeing the commotion in the middle of it, Dmitri widened his eyes.

Surrounded by prisoners.

An expressionless silver-haired girl.

and what she said

Hope was born again in Dmitri’s pessimistic heart.

‘Shall I talk to you too?’

if it was another time.

I wouldn’t have dared to dare.

However, the countless inmates surrounding Elshar and the girl who bluntly responded to their questions one by one.

It gave courage to a timid boy.

So clenched your fists.

Dmitry approached the girl.

…no, I was trying to get closer.

“Hey…”

“Is there anything you need?”

“Wait a minute…”

“How did you feel when you raised the New Revolutionary Army?”

“Me too…”

“I heard that the last person I met Secretary Sergei was Sister Elshar, is that true?”

Dmitri felt helpless.

Why are only the tallest people gathered around Elshar, and the other inmates are just watching it as if they were envious?

Because I only realized it when I tried it myself.

That this is the level of trying to squeeze through a group of brown bears barefoot.

Still, Dmitry did not give up.

Let’s walk a word.

I just dug into it.

Fuck!

“evil!”

But who did.

With challenges comes risks.

At the cost of forcing himself into a crowd a few heads taller than himself, he was bounced out like a prawn rushing into a pod of whales.

how hard it was pushed

beyond falling backwards.

The moment Dmitri, who was almost blown away, was about to hit the back of his head on the corner of the table.

Mungle.

something soft.

I took Dmitri’s body.

Dmitri, who escaped the crisis, sighed in relief and thanked the opponent for accepting him.

no, i was trying to

“Ah thank you…”

But right after that.

Dmitry hardened.

There are two reasons.

Because I knew who the opponent was with the straitjacket and gray hair.

The other reason was that I only realized it when I looked up at that cold face.

How could she have accepted herself with her arms still bound with chains and straitjackets?

And what was the identity of that soft and elastic touch that he felt on the back of his head.

“I’m so sorry!”

The moment you understand everything.

Dmitri bowed at a right angle.

A face as beautiful as a piece of ice, yet cold.

And the sharp gaze made the boy tremble as if he would slaughter someone with just his gaze.

“That’s not on purpose! That’s it!”

I’ve never been so flustered when running away from Okrana.

It felt like my brain was paralyzed.

Thanks to that, apples are also extinct.

The moment when Dmitri, who had been spitting out only messy words, was about to kneel down to bang his head on the floor.

“be careful.”

with a raspy voice.

The woman passed by the boy.

Embarrassed by such a calm reaction, Dmitri soon opened his eyes wide.

It was because he had seen her approach the veil of the man who had spurned her.

“Wait a minute, danger…!”

Seruk.

“uh?”

“what?”

“…”

Dmitri blinked.

It’s not like I pushed or pushed anyone.

It was because he had seen her arrive in front of Elshar, crossing the prisoners before he knew it, like a wind blowing through a thick forest.

“Eat and talk about Elshar first.”

“All right. Eat.”

In front of Elshar who nodded.

she turned.

And with sharp golden eyes, he looked at the inmates surrounding him.

“Can you get out of the way?”

“Ah…yes!”

“Pass by!”

Rush!

It was a moment.

The fact that the prisoners, who had been firmly gathered like a castle wall just a moment ago, retreated to the left and right to open the way.

Go through that open road.

Get your meal from the ration machine.

The two white-haired sisters sat at the table and started eating together.

“I feed them. Oh yes.”

“Without this straitjacket, I can eat on my own.”

“It’s not possible. Here is the Gulag. Rin, don’t forget that you have to be restrained to be here.”

“…Damn it.”

It seems like something is not right.

Even while frowning on the beautiful army.

A white-haired beauty with elegant lips.

And, as always, looking at the white-haired girl with an expressionless face but oddly happy, holding a spoon and feeding her soup.

Dmitri could only blink.

It was from then.

What did the boy learn about Elshar’s older sister, a woman named Rin?

“Sister Lynn? Oh, that high-level player?”

“I heard Sister Elshar was captured and surrendered.”

“I heard you made a deal to be imprisoned with the Elshar sisters as a condition of being imprisoned to seal your skills?”

“They are both great sisters. It’s the same when you look at the older sister or the younger sister as they are great beauties.”

Dmitri found out two things.

One is that there is a lot of gossiping about Rin.

Another was that unlike Elshar, few inmates approached her.

I didn’t even have to find out what the reason was.

Big stature and strong body.

A cold face like a Siberian.

A sharp atmosphere like a sharpened knife.

More than anything else, it was because her eyes, as deep and calm as ice caps, gave off a strange sense of intimidation and prevented others from approaching.

That’s why it’s more mysterious.

Go ahead and look at yourself alone.

Even the straitjacket and chains feel like decorations.

When Dmitri raised his head, he only followed Rin’s back.

Fortunately, Elshar and Rin were also assigned to the same studio, so there were many opportunities to observe her.

The unfortunate thing was that the work area was a little far away, so I couldn’t talk or talk.

Well, it wasn’t really bad luck.

Even if I was sitting right next to you, I wouldn’t have dared to talk to Rin anyway.

That’s why Dmitri didn’t feel much regret.

I was just puzzled.

‘But why did you put Sister Lin on the line? Because of the straitjacket, I won’t be able to work anyway…’

Chin.

“…!”

Dmitri’s eyes widened.

It seems like someone prepared it in advance.

It was because Rin, who was sitting on the chair behind her, crossed her legs with her shackled feet hanging over the corner of the conveyor belt.

This gulag, of course.

A look you can’t even imagine from the outside.

How absurd it was.

There was even a series of inmates who stopped their hands and got penalized because they were fascinated by the sight.

But Rin didn’t care.

It seems to be a bedroom.

Tilt the chair back slightly.

Watching the parts going up and down the conveyor belt with disdain.

Sometimes when I found a defective part, I just kicked it with the tip of my shoe.

Every time the part bounced off, it went into the trash box across from it, but few people admired its exquisite skill.

Dmitrina.

As well as other male inmates.

Even the female prisoners were busy swallowing dry saliva while looking at the slender legs stretched out on the conveyor belt.

jerk jerk.

It was in the middle of it.

As she continued to sort things out with a detailed face, a prison guard approached her behind her.

“Who is that prison guard?”

“It must be the prison guard who transported the Elshar and Rin sisters?”

“Did you assign a dedicated prison guard just because you were subject to special management?”

“Then why are you going to Sister Lin?”

“no way…?”

Short like a girl.

A loose-fitting uniform and hat.

Even a gas mask that covers the face deeply.

When the prisoners look anxious when they see the prison guard who looks particularly ominous among the unlucky prison guards.

Kwaduk!

“…!”

The prison guard kicked the leg of the chair Rin was sitting on.

broken leg.

An overturned chair.

And, of course, Rin, who was sitting there, also fell down and tumbled over with Elshar, who was next to her, and her body got tangled up…

.

With legs spanning the conveyor belt.

Keep a fine balance.

Sitting on a chair standing on one leg, Rin asked casually.

“What are you doing?”

[My feet got caught by mistake.]

A hard mechanical sound came from behind the gas mask.

Even so, the prison guard turned around and went back with a clear sign of regret.

When the prisoners let out a sigh of relief when they saw Rin, who had been frowning while looking at the back of her, started kicking out the parts again.

Dmitri clenched his fists.

It was because he could tell how much trouble Elshar and the Rin sisters would suffer from just that appearance.

So thought Dmitri.

that you have to do something

… even by asking for help from the ‘comrades’ I met in this Gulag.