It’s hot. My whole body is burning hot and heavy.
My body parts are hardened like stone, continuing to give off burning heat.
As if glared at by a snake, I froze and couldn’t move. Even though I was releasing so much heat, my fingertips felt numb like they were frozen, and I couldn’t do what I wanted.
Kacha... kacha, kacha...
Where am I? What happened to me now?
My body is too hot and seems to be being roasted. Did I get burned?
That’s right. I was captured and executed by fire.
Fitting for the life I had been enjoying like a cockroach.
Kachakachakacha... pakinn!!
"...Is this a dick? Hmph."
My life was so meaningless. Why did I end up like this?
Thieves get hanged. Even kids know that.
I had lived knowing that and doing what I wanted.
But if I traced back to the root, I never wanted to become a thief.
Well, that’s probably true for anyone.
"...It’s gradually getting harder. As I heard. ...Fuh. It’s like a sea urchin."
A voice has been coming from somewhere since a while ago.
A quiet, whispering voice.
That small sound stirred my sleeping brain and pushed my consciousness to the surface.
"...I thought handling it was weird, but I get it. I had to do it myself to understand."
"...Ah."
"Hm? You woke up?"
A strange sight jumped into my view.
Half-undressed lower garment and my own legs. White hands gripping my cock as if entwined with slender fingers.
The belt was bent. Some metal fittings were broken, and the half-undressed lower garment was being forcibly pulled down.
"You didn’t wake up even after I kicked you that hard, but you wake up easily when I touch your crotch. Come to think of it, my junior knight once told me that boys like it when you suck their dick."
What? My thinking was cloudy from sleep.
Because of that, I felt like I was hearing something that didn’t make sense.
The moment I tried to move my body, lightning ran through it.
The pain was so strong I thought I was hallucinating. Apparently I had been leaning against the wall for a long time and hadn’t changed my posture, so my entire body had hardened.
I tried to change my posture somehow, enduring the pain and forcing my neck up.
It was incredibly heavy and hard.
My back and neck were giving off a dull pain like sparks were flying.
A knight of the Hero’s party.
So it was her after all.
The soft blonde hair that entered my view.
It was that knight girl. Her blue eyes were staring at me as if they were shooting through me.
I had been captured. She had treated me like a toy.
The girl was kneeling on one foot on the floor and was peeking at Clock from the front.
Her tunic had no sleeves and her short spats were so short that they only went a little below the base of her crotch.
She was probably taking off her gauntlets. Only from the knee down were her delicate limbs protected by sturdy iron.
"I’ll say this first, but no more unnecessary resistance. Your body is being restrained by me. If you spoil my mood, I’ll break your neck right away."
From her small build, she looked like a delicate girl who would be playing energetically outside if she didn’t have iron boots.
However, she came at him with a straight threat that didn’t suit her impression at all.
Her voice was a little young and playful despite the dangerous words.
With her overflowing power, she could probably break a human’s neck as a toy. The girl grabbed Clock’s neck with a fierce grip and was ready to break it at any moment. While her other hand was stroking my cock.
"...What are you...?"
Even if I asked a question, the knight girl didn’t answer.
My abdomen hurt a little just because I spoke. Probably from the kick.
When I looked down, the girl’s hand was making Chyuko sounds.
"Women of Strass all know. They say that men become obedient as soon as you grip their stomach and dick. What about this transparent one? This is the one they talk about... what was it called again?"
The girl was looking at my cock up close with obvious interest.
With her golden hair hanging down and her awkward hands stroking it,
she was staring fixedly at the tip.
"...Who are you?"
"...Hm? Ah, I hadn’t introduced myself."
When I asked, an unexpectedly reasonable reaction came back.
She was considerate enough to give her name.
"I’m Teeto. A member of the Hero’s party and the Holy Knight of Crotopone."
Member of the Hero’s party. It was a normal answer as expected.
The Holy Knight of Crotopone meant the national military police. They were elite knights who mainly moved for internal processing and were called "holy knights" because they were in charge of the nation’s justice.
In reality, it was just a different use from normal knights.
By adding the word "holy" or "sacred," they created an invisible pressure that made people see them as sacred, correct, and not to be interfered with.
"I motion to recognize Clock Rivorno as a national traitor at the Crotopone Kingdom’s Grand Council today. Therefore, from now on, the restrained you will be treated as a death row prisoner and will be executed immediately."
"...What did you say?"
From the mouth of the girl knight who called herself Teeto,
a suddenly incomprehensible word was spoken.
National traitor. Suddenly what the hell was she talking about?
"The highest crime allows immediate execution. You have been stripped of human rights. Since denying the charges is not accepted, immediate execution is prioritized. Since I captured you, I won’t kill you here, but execution will be carried out quickly after transfer to the capital."
"...W-wait. Why is it like this?"
"...Well, it’s annoying to be argued with, so I’ll explain clearly.
The kingdom respects the Hero. That’s all I can say."
What the fuck? He opened his mouth wide.
The kingdom respects the Hero. That’s obvious. They moved the capital’s soldiers just for one Hero. He knew that. But they were openly doing it like this?