After dinner, I hurriedly returned to my room and picked up my phone to find a mountain of unread messages.
ââŠâŠMaybe I made a mistake in giving instructions, huh?â
All the messages were from Ryoko. They were sent one after the other, without selection, as per the instruction to send all the information as soon as it came in.
Reading through them quickly, I found thatâŠ
The black van that kidnapped Kurosawa-san was a stolen car, which was found abandoned in the mountains just a short while ago. So far there were no more clues. Forensics was currently investigating. It was thought that they might have changed vehicles, but there were no surveillance cameras in the area and her whereabouts had not been traced since then.
Kasuya was sent home after a brief statement. When Kurosawa-san and I were going home together, Kasuya-kun made a false accusation that I attacked him.
Detective Inomoto, who took the statement, also did not believe the part about me attacking him, but Ryoko, who was disgusted by Kasuyaâs testimony, put dirty dish water from the kitchenette in his tea.
[TL: I also donât know what the author meant by 甊æčŻćź€ăźïŒŻïŒŹă , but my ED told me kitchenette is like a small kitchen, where thereâre usually just simple appliances like mini fridge, microwave, sink. it can be used during office hour, to reheat their meal, or make a cup of coffee, and yes even gossip/chat with their coworkers]
Detective Inomoto insisted on searching the Kamishima clanâs house, but Inspector Nakamura still refused.
After a quick reading of the message, I summoned the door and moved to the ăConfinement Kingâs Bedroomă.
âHowâs it going?â
âItâs stopped, Devi.â
I had Lili monitor the marker while I went to dinner.
When I looked into the aerial-like image being projected into the air, the red light spot blip on the screen stopped at a point and flickered.
âOn the sea?â
âLooks like the inside of a docked ship, Devi.â
With the camera zoomed in, it was not clear where that place was.
When I scaled it down, the flickering blip was a ferry port on the Pacific Ocean side. It seemed to be on the other side of the border between two prefectures.
âThatâs a long way offâŠâŠâ
âIf sheâs on a ship and goes out to sea, itâs a bit tricky, Devi.â
I stared at the aerial footage. Then I pointed something out.
âThereâs a museum here that my family and I went to when we were in elementary school..â
Although, it was a few kilometres away from the ferry port, I decided to go there by usingăRevisită.
ĂĂĂ
[Misuzu Kurosawaâs P.O.V]
âGet out!â
The woman sitting in the passenger seat looked back at the back seat. Then, the two men sitting between me opened the door and got out of the car.
âHurry up!â
I was shouted at and stepped fearfully out of the car.
As soon as I stepped outside, the two men who had gotten off before me grabbed my arms.
He was a large man with a very long, slovenly face and a square-faced man in a shabby suit.
When I got out of the car, I smelled the smell of the sea. I could see a ship in front of me. There was a large container ship with several containers on the deck.
âYouâve got some guts, donât you? Most people in a situation like this would be in tears by now.â
A woman got out of the passenger seat and looked into my face.
She was dressed in a pastel-coloured tank top, hot trousers and long black sauvage hair, as if she was from a samba country. Was she half-Japanese?ăIn fact, she looked South American.
âIâm used to beingâŠâŠkidnapped.â
When I responded without a shred of amiability, the womanâs face turned a bit odd for a moment, and then she laughed out loud, [Gyahaha!] Perhaps she thought it was a joke.
âNee-san, Chen-san is waiting for you. Letâs hand her over quicklyâ
A nervous-looking young man got out of the driverâs seat and rubbed his stomach as he said this, and the woman tucked her chin toward the men who were holding my arms.
âLetâs go.â
As the samba woman walked out, the men also walked, holding both sides of my hand.
They went up the movable stair ramp to the deck of the ship and went deeper and deeper, weaving between the three tiers of containers stacked on top of each other. When they reached the middle of the deck, a man was waiting for them there.
He was wearing a national uniform and had a loach beard. He was a man with very narrow eyes.
âAiyah, Aina-san, you are late.â
With that comment, I was convinced that he was Japanese. I didnât think there was any Chinese person who spoke in such a manga-like manner.
âShut up! Ochinchin. Where should I throw her?â
âItâs not Ochinchin, itâs Chen, Chen!â
âI donât care if itâs Ochinchin or Ochinpo! Just tell me what I should do. I want to go home and watch my drama!â
When the samba woman ruffled her hair in a troublesome manner, the pseudo-Chinese pointed to one of the containers with a sigh.
âThat one.â
Then she turned back to me.
âIâm sorry, little girl, but from here youâre on a nine-day boat trip. I donât know where theyâll send you but Iâm sure there will be water and food on board, so you shouldnât be too hungry.â
When I heard that there was water and food, I thought to myself that I had become so accustomed to the situation that I was being conscientious.
âI canât escape it, can I?â
Before being put on the ship, I looked around, but apart from the ship windows, I could only see the light of the lighthouse in the distance.
Apart from the faint sound of straight muffler exhaust, which sounded like a biker gang, not a single sound could be heard. Naturally, there was no sign of anyone. In this situation, there was almost no chance that help would come even if I cried out.
âGo in there.â
When the big man opened the door of the container, I heard a squeak and womenâs sobbing from inside.
There were six women in the container. A small oil lamp was illuminating them. The women were of different ages and in different shapes and sizes. Were they all abducted?
When I entered the container, the door closed and a heavy metallic sound was heard. This probably meant that it could not be opened from the inside.
âPlease excuse meâŠ..â
The woman who was sitting in the back of the room with her legs thrown out raised her eyebrows in a suspicious manner.
âI donât know but youâŠ..seem to be fine.â
âIâm not fine, but I was abducted from another place a while ago, so Iâm used to itâŠâŠâ
The women who were inside looked at me all at once when I answered that.
ĂĂĂ
As I opened the door to the wall of the museum using ăRevisită , I pulled out my bike, which I had brought in beforehand.
âIâll leave the navigation to you.â
âLeave it to me, Devi!â
I nodded to Lili, who was floating in the air, and I got on my bike and started riding briskly.
The height of summer was near, and the wind was fresh and warm. I was sweating just from peddling the bike for a little while, sweat dripping under my T-shirt.
A manâs hand reached out to Kurosawa-san. The sound of her crying and screaming was going through my head. Shaking off these bad fantasies, I pedalled frantically.
As this was a redevelopment area on the waterfront, there were hardly any shops or houses within sight, and the huge factory was lit up against the dark sky.
There was no pedestrian traffic, and although it was a large road, cars came and went only sparsely. In the distance, the sound of a biker gangâs straight pipe mufflers echoed loudly.
After driving straight down the main road on the beach for about 30 minutes, we eventually saw a sign with the words and arrows for a ferry terminal.
âDevi, turn at that sign.â
I was now covered in sweat.I didnât have time to reply, so I did as I was told and made the turn.
To the left and right is a warehouse district, with few streetlights and a dark road. Driving straight through, I saw three cargo ships on the other side of the countless containers.
âWhich ship?â
âThe one in the middle, Devi.â
When I reached the area of the stacked containers, I was too exhausted to stand up on my bicycle, so I rolled it over as if to throw it down and hid myself behind the containers.
I watched the ship as I regained my ragged breathing.
The windows were lit, but there was no sign of life around the ship. There were no streetlights around, and even if they were watching from the deck, it would be too dark to see us.
âKurosawa-sanâŠwhich part of the ship is she in?â
âProbably one of the containers on deck, Devi.â
âWorst case scenario, Iâll just have to go through themâ
I stepped out from behind the container and ran towards the ship.
The movable staircase tarps were up. The only way to get in was to use the ăpassthroughăand slip over the side of the ship.
But even though the ship was berthing, there was still a considerable distance between the ship and the shore.
âWeâll just have to do itâŠâŠâ
I shouted to Lili as the door appeared to be stuck to the hull.
âLili! Open the door!â
âRoger that, Devi!â
As Lili floated in the air and opened the door, I took a large running start.
âOraaaaaaaaaa!!â
I stepped forward as fast as I could and flew through the air with the momentum of the run. Kurosawa-sanâs face passed through my mind. If I didnât reach her, I would drown in the dark sea. But there was no time to be afraid of that.
Just barely, really just barely. I rolled head first into the inside of the door.
âHaaâŠHaaâŠ.HaaâŠ.â
I thought I could make it a meter or so with a good run, but it was much shorter than I thought.
âAre you okay, Devi?â
âUm, uhh.. Iâm fine, I thinkâ
I activated the ăPeriscopeă while breathing heavily and looked through the door in the opposite direction to the one I came in, on the other side of it.
The projection showed a room on board. It was a very long and narrow room.
Iron walls, iron doors. There were two bunk beds on each side of the room and a number of nude pin-ups on the walls. Some were reddish brown and peeling, others were relatively new, but the overall impression of the room was simply messy.
It was probably the crewâs quarters. Fortunately, there was no sign of anyone in the room.
âGood.â
I used the ăPassthroughă to go down to the crewâs quarters and walked up to the door at the entrance, opened it slightly and looked through to the other side.
On the other side of the door was a passageway with orange lamps casting colour. It was such a narrow passage that two people would have to cross their bodies if they wanted to pass each other.
I strained my ears and did not hear a single footstep. The only sound was a low humming noise that sounded like something from the air-conditioning system.
âWhat do you call these thingsâŠâŠahh, sneaking missions?â
A mixed feeling of anxiety and excitement. My heart was pounding more and more.
I stepped out into the passageway with all my might. Carefully, so as not to make a sound.
If someone came from the front, I would immediately summon the door and hide. With this image in my mind, I stood on tiptoe and walked softly and gently.
How many sailors were on board this ship now? Ten?ăTwenty?ăIt couldnât be a hundred, could it? Or were the sailors staying on land until the ship set sail, thus only a few of them remained on board?
Eventually, I ended up at the end of the corridor without meeting anyone. There was a spiral staircase leading to the upper floor.
Looking up, the staircase appears to extend two levels up. If I could get there, I might be able to get to the deck I was aiming for.
I grabbed the handrail and started to climb the stairs carefully.
The noise of my own breathing. My pumping heartbeat. I was too nervous, my hands were sweating badly. No matter how hard I tried to kill the sound of my footsteps, the steel stairs made a high pitched Gan, Gan, Gan .
I was getting impatient, but it was not good to make a sound. I felt as if my heart was growing frayed with impatience.
When they somehow reached the second level, suddenly, from the other side of the corridor, [Wah!] I involuntarily bend down.
âWhatâs thatâŠâŠ?â
Listening under my breath, I heard the scraping of dishes and voices chatting and laughing. Apparently, somewhere on this level, there was a banquet or something going on.
I regained my composure and started to go up the stairs again.
How much time had passed? When I climbed the stairs, I came to a small room-like area. Looking out of the window, there was a deck with containers stacked on top of each other.
It seemed that I had made it.
âPhewâŠâŠâ
I let out an involuntary breath of relief and stepped onto the deck using the ăPassthroughă.
The smell of the tide tickling my nose. A lukewarm breeze. The deck was stacked with containers, the moonlight casting their shadows on the chemical floor.
There was little light around. The full moon, slightly to the east of mid-sky, looked unusually bright.
âCan you tell which container it is?â
âThis way, Devi.â
Lili led me through the containers and I reached the middle of the deck.
Stacked containers. It was like a back alley in an entertainment district, lined with multi-tenant buildings.
âRoughly around here DeviâŠâŠâ
âAll right. All I have to do now is search until I find the right one.â
I set up the door so that I could stick it to a container close at hand, activated the ăPeriscopeăand looked inside the container.
The container was probably going to be repaired and then sold off. The container was full of used washing machines.
The rest was more of the same, one container after another, until finally, on the fifth containerâŠ
âThere she is!â
â â I found Kurosawa-san.
Under the pale light of an oil lamp, several female figures. Among them, I found the figure of Kurosawa-san sitting with her knees in her arms. She was dressed in her uniform as she was when she was taken away. She did not appear to be injured.
âThank GodâŠâŠyouâre safe!â
Emotions ran high and I jumped into the container, using theăPassthroughă without a second thought.
âKurosawa-san!â
I jumped in suddenly, and the woman inside screamed, [Gyaa!!] Kurosawa-san didnât scream, but her face turned surprised and she became rigid.
âFuâŠâŠFumio!? Ho,How?â
When she realised that it was me who had jumped in, a look of joy came over her face.
But it was only for a moment.
âThat door isâŠâŠno wayâŠâŠit was you?â
When she realised the presence of the ăDooră behind me, her expression turned grim.
Of course, I knew this would happen and I was prepared for it. I didnât want to make excuses. Right now, the more important thing was to get out of here.
âIâll explain everything later, just get in the door! Weâre getting out of here!â
ââŠ.the others are fine too, right?â
As I nodded, Kurosawa-san looked back at the other women and raised her voice.
âThose who want to escape, follow me!â
When Kurosawa-san jumped into the door, the other women looked at each other and then rushed into the door ahead of me. After seeing that everyone had finished entering, I too passed through the door and closed it.
The room used for the ăPassthroughă was in its smallest state in order to shorten the travel distance. In short, it was the initial default state in which no changes had been made.
A stone room about the size of a six-tatami-mat room. Looking around it, Kurosawa-san let out a sigh.
âWellâŠIâm back here againâŠâŠâ
Come to think of it, the room was in this state when I first locked Kurosawa-san in. For her, it must be a very familiar room.
Kurosawa-san made a complicated face. In spite of her, an Onee-san who looked like a cabaret girl asked me a question.
âH, hey, you! What are we going to do from here? You look so calm, but if we donât get out of here quickly, theyâll come after us!â
It was natural for the girls to be terrified. After all, they were going to run away, but they had only gotten through one door.
âDonât worry. Weâve already escaped. This room is in another dimension, so no one will be able to follow us.â
âAnother dimensionâŠâŠ?â
Onee-sanâs face instantly turned blank.
I didnât know how else to explain this room, although I didnât know if it really was in another dimension.
âAll I have to do is open a door somewhere appropriate and get out of hereâŠ..â
I said that much and then I pondered.
âI could put ăQuietă and ăForget Personăon them right now and let them out, but that would be dangerous during this time of nightâŠâŠâ
There was no reason to keep them here, but it would be a bad idea for them to wake up in another dangerous situation after they have been rescued.
âIn the morning, I will open a door somewhere in front of the station, so for the time being, you will have to put up with us here for the night.â
I said this as I spread out the room and set up the six beds.
The women looked at me in horror as the room changed in real time.
Eventually, after setting up the room for a moment, I turned to Kurosawa-san. I honestly didnât care about the other women. The problem started here atâŠâŠ
âThen, Kurosawa-san, come with me.â
ââŠ.do anything weird and Iâll scratch you.â
Kurosawa-san stared at me with a full sense of discomfort. I left the room with her. I set up a corridor beyond the door and connected the end of it in real time to the ăConfinement Kingâs Bedroomă.
And as soon as I stepped into the ăConfinement Kingâs Bedroomă, Kurosawa-san glared at me.
ââŠ. It was you, Fumio. The animal who kidnapped me and raped me as much as he wantedâŠ.â
âThatâs right.â
âWhat are you going to do with me?â
âNothing. Iâm not going to do anything. Itâs late, so in the morning Iâm just going to erase your memory of me and ask you to leave.â
âYou expect me to believe that story? Do you think Iâm an idiot?â
Kurosawa-san raised his eyebrows in suspicion.
It was inevitable that she would be suspicious, I could only laugh bitterly.
âWhen I released you from here before, I promised Kurosawa-san that I wouldnât get involved with you at all in the future. I thought I was keeping my distanceâŠâŠI would appreciate it if you could consider this time as an exception among exceptions. If I wanted to help Kurosawa-san, this is the only way I could think of.â
âYouâre trying to deceive me by saying such an auspicious thing, arenât you!? Thatâs right. Youâre the one who kidnapped the girls from the track and field club too, didnât you!?â
âYes, I kidnapped them. After all, some of the girls were trying to threaten Fujiwara-san by taking naked pictures of her. And because I couldnât figure out who it was, I kidnapped them all and finally found them today. But Iâm going to release them tomorrow morning.â
âAre you saying you did it for Mai?â
âNo, if anything, I think itâs still for my own sakeâŠâŠ Itâs the same with coming to Kurosawa-sanâs rescue this time. It was only because you were in trouble.â
For myself â as soon as I said that, I heard Kurosawa-san gasp.
âOhâŠâŠwell, itâs hard to blame you if you put it like that.â
âDonât worry, this time Iâll make sure I never go near Kurosawa-san again. Iâll tell Mr Fujiwara, ăI hate Kurosawa-san, so I donât want to go near her.ă Thatâs what Iâm going to say.â
Then, for some reason, Kurosawa-san showed an air of panic.
âWell, you donât have to go that farâŠ.â
At the very moment she mouthed off, there was a sudden slam and another door opened, different from the one we had come in through.
âFumio-kun!The one you asked me for the other day⊠âŠâŠhuh?â
The person who came was Masaki-chan carrying a large amount of toilet paper rolls. As soon as she caught sight of Kurosawa-san, her face twisted in displeasure.
âSeriouslyâŠâŠ.of all times, why is this happening nowâŠâ
But whether she noticed her expression or not. Kurosawa-san rushed towards her with a look of great emotion on her face.
âMasaki! Youâre safe!â
However, Masaki was also clear in her disgust, and she spoke coldly to Kurosawa-san.
âWhat are you doing here? You thieving cat!â
âEh, thiefâŠâŠcat? Wha,what is it? Whatâs wrong, MasakiâŠâŠKya!?â
Throwing the toilet paper core in her hand at the puzzled Kurosawa-san, Masaki turned her hostile gaze towards her.
âYouâre planning to seduce Fumio again, arenât you!ăIsnât that right!â
âWhat are you talking about, MasakiâŠ..?â
I hurriedly intervened between the two of them at the sight of Masaki-chan, who looked as if she was about to grab her at any moment.
âMasaki-chan, calm down a little!â
âBecause, Fumio-kun! This woman!â
Masaki-chan stomped her feet in a jittery manner.
The next moment, another door opened with a bang.
âOoouu!ăYouâre back, Confinement King!ăIâve missed you! I hope youâll be loving me again tonight, wonât you?â
Tashiro-san came in, wearing a white dress. She came running towards me and clung to my arm tightly. When she noticed Kurosawa-sanâs presence, she raised her eyebrows.
âWho are you?â
âAnd who are you?â
âFumu, Iâm Hatsu Tashiro, the second favoured princess of the Confinement King. So, who are you?â
As soon as she heard the words Second favoured Princess, Kurosawa-san glared at me.
No, I didnât want her to glare at me there.
âI am Misuzu Kurosawa.â
Then, Tashiro-san tilted her head, [Ehh?].
âIâve heard that name beforeâŠâŠ Oh, I remember now, Lili-dono claimed that was the name of a poor woman who lacked the ability to judge men.â
âHaaaAAAAA?! What are you talking about!â
âOopsâŠâŠI somehow thought that might be the case, but âŠâŠTashiro-san is the type of person who canât read the air very well..â
Kurosawa-san was very upset, but Tashiro-san looked down at her and tucked her chin.
âBecause thatâs the only way to put it. Iâm appalled that youâd put your manipulative misao on a stupid man and wear this best man on your sleeve.â
[TL:æ Misao chastity; fidelity; honour]
âWhat? The best man? Him? Youâre making me laugh. Whatâs âbestâ in him, did you see?â
âAll of it, you fool!ăIâm currently writing a chronological history from Lili-dono, the life and birth of the Confinement King, and the more I learn, the more Iâm falling in love with him!â
âChronology?!â
When I raised my voice unintentionally, Masaki-chan made a face like [I didnât know there was a way to do that!].
âThe timing for this is good. I think you said something about Kasuya, right? Iâve always wanted to see the look on the womanâs face when she chooses such an irrepressible man.â
âYouâre really something, arenât you! Jun-kun is not an irrepressible man!â
When Kurosawa-san raised her voice, Tashiro-san snorted.
âHe is a very silly man indeed, anyone would think so after listening to that audio!â
âAudio?â
When Kurosawa-san asked this, Tashiro-san raised her voice into the air.
âLili-dono, are you there?â
âAll of you keep calling Lili too casually, Devi.â
When Lili appeared with a dissatisfied look on her face, Kurosawa-san jumped.
But she didnât seem that surprised. Even though Lili was floating in the air. Perhaps she had subconsciously become accustomed to Liliâs presence, even if she didnât remember it.
âIâm sorry, but I want you to play that audio you played for me this morning for this poor woman.â
Lili then looked back and forth between Tashiro-san and Kurosawa-san, and then again at Tashiro-san, with a glazed look in her eyes.
ââŠ.. you donât seem to have many friends, Devi.â
âSuddenly, youâre cursing me out of nowhere?!â
âIsnât that right, Devi? Youâre the type of person who does things that people donât like without feeling bad about it. Have you ever had a friend stop talking to you all of sudden?â
âYes, it happens a lot, but so what!â
âIt happens a lotâŠ..â
Masaki-chan looked as if she had seen something terrible.
âThink about how people feel, Devi. I feel sorry for Kurosawa-chan if I let her hear that. Kurosawa-chan will be really depressed. Lili doesnât want to see Kurosawa-chan cry.â
I was convinced that Lili was making a series of comments that were out of character for her.
âAh⊠she must be planning somethingâŠâŠâ
The audio would be the conversation between Kasuya-kun and his juniors that Lili mentioned. To be honest, I wouldnât mind letting her hear it. Men could be vain, couldnât they? I felt it would be too unforgiving for the devil to dig into that.
However, it seemed that for the devil, such things didnât matter. Tashiro-san must have been in prediction of what would happen..
And if Lili hooked Kurosawa-san like thisâŠ
âHaa? Arenât you an idiot? Thereâs no way Iâm going to cry! Iâll listen to it, so get that audio out of here.â