I Was Just a Losing Jail Guard, but When I Was Kind to the Captured Heroines, the Game’s Story Fell Apart. - Chapter 06: The Losing Jail Guard Breaks the Mold

Chapter 06: The Losing Jail Guard Breaks the Mold

“H-Hmph. Well, because of this thing you brought me, I’ll forgive your rudeness from the other day.”

Lucifelle seemed to really like my bekko ame masterpiece, “God◯la vs. King Gi◯ra.”

She even said she’d forgive me.

I knew I did a good job, but I didn’t expect it to work this well.

…She’s so easy to please.

“Oh my, this really is amazing. What’s it made of?”

Marisela, the one who set up this meeting, looked at the candy sculpture with interest.

Oh, right.

Since demons eat food that tastes like dark matter every day, they probably don’t even know what sweets are.

“Uh, it’s made by melting sugar.”

“Sugar? What’s that?”

“It’s that white, sand-like stuff in the castle’s kitchen storeroom. Haven’t you ever seen it?”

“Of course not. The kitchen is for low-ranking demons.”

“Ah, yeah… fair point.”

Why can’t demons get over this “strength is everything” mindset?

It makes explaining things so hard.

“To put it simply: you can eat this.”

“Oh?”

“Hm?”

Lucifelle and Marisela both blinked at me.

“This can be eaten?”

“Yep. Want to give it a try?”

I pulled out a hammer and got ready.

“God◯la vs. King Gi◯ra” was a masterpiece, but you couldn’t eat it like this.

I had to break it into pieces first.

But for some reason, Lucifelle suddenly stopped me.

“W-Wait!! What are you trying to do!?”

“Uh, I’m going to break it. Otherwise, we can’t eat it.”

“N-No!! This is mine now!!”

Lucifelle stepped in front of the candy sculpture, shielding it like it was a precious treasure.

I lowered the hammer.

Seeing this, Lucifelle’s face visibly relaxed, like she thought I’d given up.

“O-Oh! So you’re not going to break it?”

“Demon Lord.”

But I had to say this.

“Everything breaks eventually. That’s what makes art, art. Besides, if we don’t break it, it’ll just melt into a sticky mess when summer comes.”

“W-What? Really? But still, I want to keep it in my room until then! You can’t break it!!”

“I appreciate that, honestly. But— Hey look! There’s a wild Ancient Dragon over there!!”

“Where!?”

“Gotcha!!”

While Lucifelle was distracted by the empty sky, I swung the hammer down.

Even though she’s the Demon Lord, she’s still just a kid.

Against the flawless misdirection of someone with my life experience, she didn’t stand a chance.

“Ah! M-My bekko something—!!”

“It’s called bekko ame.”

“Y-You! I’ll never forgive you!! This time, you’re definitely getting executed!!”

“Relax, it’s candy. It was meant to be eaten. Here, try it.”

“W-What are you—mmph!?”

I shoved a piece of the crushed bekko ame into Lucifelle’s mouth.

She froze.

“W-What the hell is this…?”

Lucifelle’s shoulders started trembling.

Wait, is she mad? No, I tasted it myself, so it can’t be that.

So that means…

“I-I don’t know how to describe it, but… it’s like this warm, happy feeling is spreading in my mouth!!”

Turns out she was shaking with joy.

Well, considering she usually eats dark matter sludge, she probably doesn’t even know what sweetness is.

Lucifelle started eagerly grabbing pieces of the candy and popping them into her mouth.

“Mother, you have to try this too!!”

“Oh, in that case, I’ll have some. —Oh my, it’s very sweet.”

“Well, it’s basically pure sugar. Just make sure to brush your teeth afterward.”

Marisela seemed to like the candy, too.

Then, out of nowhere, Lucifelle marched up to me, her eyes sparkling with determination.

“Hey, you!! Your name is Lugus, right?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

“You must make more of this!! I’ll reward you with one of the magic swords from my collection!!”

“Nah, sounds like too much work.”

“!?”

Lucifelle stared at me, stunned. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting me to say no.

Most demons wouldn’t refuse. It’s an order from someone stronger, and being offered a magic sword? That’s a deal anyone would jump at.

But I refused.

“W-Why!?”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with a magic sword even if I had one.”

“Grr… Then I’ll make you one of my personal aides!!”

“Oh, no thanks. I’ve got my jail guard duties.”

“!?”

Also, there’s no way I’m becoming her aide.

If I did, I’d be a prime target for all the demons trying to overthrow her. I’d probably get attacked right away.

“A low-ranking demon like me wouldn’t last a second as an aide. I’d get beaten to a pulp before I could even fight back.”

“Then… then just get stronger!!”

“That’s impossible…”

“I don’t care how you do it! Hurry up and become stronger, Lugus!!”

“Ehh…”

“Don’t act so reluctant!!”

Lucifelle puffed out her cheeks in frustration. Honestly, it was kind of cute.

“Well, how about this? I’ll make stuff when I feel like it, and we’ll call it even.”

“Hm? Stuff? You can make other things, too?”

“Yeah, probably. I’m no pro, so don’t expect anything fancy, but that storeroom has a ton of ingredients.”

It really is a mystery.

The food served in the Demon Lord’s castle is all dark matter sludge, yet the pantry is stocked with a bunch of good ingredients.

Maybe it’s because Prison Heroine is a Japanese-made game, so they included common Japanese ingredients?

Maybe all the background details that weren’t shown in the game are just like modern Japan?

…Nah, that doesn’t make sense.

It’s supposed to be a medieval European-style world. I’ll just chalk it up to one of Prison Heroine’s “Seven Mysteries.”

No idea what the other six are, though.

“There were eggs and flour in there, so I could probably make things like meringue cookies or cakes.”

“M-Meringue cookies? C-Cakes? I don’t really understand, but they sound amazing!!”

“Well, I’m just an amateur, so don’t get your hopes up too high.”

“Guh… Fine. But when you make something, you must call me!! If you try to keep it all for yourself, it’s the death penalty!!”

Ugh, I really don’t want to be executed…

“And one more thing, Lugus!!”

“What now?”

“You need to get stronger!! Then you can become one of my aides!! And then I can eat all your treats— I mean, um, never mind!!”

Telling me to get stronger is easier said than done.

For demons in this world, strength is all about talent and hard work.

And let’s be real —I didn’t have the talent.

I worked my butt off just to become a jail guard, a job where even low-ranking demons like me might have to fight if things go sideways.

Getting stronger isn’t something I can do overnight.

If I could somehow build modern weapons and go “machine gun pew-pew,” it’d be a different story. But I don’t have the knowledge or skills to do that.

Well, unless there’s a heroine out there who loves inventing stuff. Then maybe…

But just like being reborn as a low-level jail guard destined to lose, life always seems to throw unexpected things your way.

A few days after making peace with Lucifelle…

The Demon Lord’s castle was attacked, and we captured a new prisoner —another heroine.

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[Author’s Note]

A Random Tidbit

Author: “Art is destruction, and destruction is art.”

L: “Agreed.”

Author: “Also, if you have time, check out my new story: ‘I Got Reincarnated as a Villainous Prince, So I’m Giving Up on Avoiding Ruin and Just Living a Comfy Short Life.’”

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