I! Cleaner!

I really didn't expect that on my first day in the Kingdom of West Calevin, I'd already be back in jail…

Sitting by the pool in my luxurious single "cell," I bent over, wet the old clothes in my hand, and then, with a dark face, Lyon began to scrub the… dust off himself with the makeshift rag.

Damn your ancestors!

Recalling the countless small jars that had rained down, and the nearly three-meter-thick pile of… ash that had accumulated on the ground, Lyon's expression couldn't help but turn ferocious.

Although he had "participated" in this matter, it was almost entirely passive. The real culprits who had desecrated the ancestral tombs of the Kingdom of West Calevin were the Serpent Bearer director who had scraped out that grease and the Director, who had activated the power of [Misfortune Favors Fortune] to guide the Serpent Bearer director into completely emptying the grease.

So, in reality, he had just been tricked by those two working together. No matter how you looked at it, he wasn't the main culprit, not even an accomplice. You could only say he was an unknowing victim.

But the problem was that those two bastards, who had jointly caused a catastrophe and in one fell swoop had scattered the ancestors of the Kingdom of West Calevin to the winds, hadn't shown their faces the entire time!

Therefore, in Prince Vernon's memory, today's reception involved him having a small dispute with Lyon, who forcibly dragged him to the prison for a look. Then, not long after coming out of the prison, he suddenly lost consciousness.

And when he regained consciousness, he saw the collapsed Gloomy Sanctuary and Lyon, whose expression was as if his father had died, standing beneath the ancestral ashes flying in the sky.

Damn your ancestors!

Lyon fiercely slapped his trouser legs with the wet old clothes, sending the ancestors of the Red-Haired Director, from who knows how many generations ago, all into the pool. Lyon, who had been unjustly burdened with the blame, couldn't help but mentally note it down as a debt.

"Pri… Prince, Your Highness, your specific sentence has been determined."

Accompanied by an involuntary gulp, the person outside the door carefully announced through the door panel:

"Today, you kidnapped the prince, forcibly broke into the sanctuary, damaged the ancestral grounds, and blasphemed the church… In total, you have committed eleven 'unpardonable' capital crimes under the Scales Codex, and you should be executed at sunrise tomorrow. No one is allowed to interfere.

However, according to the exemption rules of the Scepter Ordinance, firstly, your identity is noble; secondly, you are not a citizen of our country; and thirdly, there are still doubts in the case. Therefore, the death penalty is temporarily waived and changed to imprisonment. The specific sentence is… forty-three thousand nine hundred and sixty years… and seven months."

"…"

More than forty thousand years… The entire history of present-day humanity isn't even that long, is it? This is worse than just sentencing me to death; just send me to reunite with Senior Emma!

"Buzz~"

Huh?

Hearing the familiar static noise in his ear, the utterly speechless Lyon couldn't help but brighten up.

Although being unjustly burdened with the blame was annoying, if it resulted in a good badge, then it wouldn't be so bad! Speaking of which, with my super-long sentence of more than forty thousand years, the level of this badge must be Gold or above, right?

In Lyon's incredibly expectant gaze, a golden new badge actually appeared at the very bottom of the badge panel.

[Due to bearing an unprecedentedly huge injustice, you have received a lengthy sentence even more severe than the death penalty. You have successfully activated the Gold-level hidden badge 'The Injustice of Flying Snow']

[The Injustice of Flying Snow: Under the influence of tragic circumstances, cold-hearted people, and the harsh realities of society, an innocent person suffers a great injustice sufficient to make snow fly in June.]

[Wearing Effect: Blood Splatters on White Silk, Snow Flies in June, Three Years of Great Drought.

Blood Splatters on White Silk: If you are executed for suffering an injustice, the blood inside of you will splatter onto white cloth, and not a drop will fall on the ground, to prove your innocence.

Snow Flies in June: After you are executed because of your injustice, there will be a great blizzard in the hottest time of June that year, and the snow will be three feet deep, to prove your innocence.

Three Years of Great Drought: The location where you were unjustly executed is also at fault, so this place will lose rainfall for a long time, maintaining extremely dry weather for more than three years, until your injustice is redressed]

[Advancement Route: None]

[Hidden Trait (No Need to Wear): After being executed for suffering an injustice, the wrong that you have suffered will certainly be redressed]

"…"

Get lost! Why are you joining in the fun at this time!

Looking at this new badge, which was basically all "deathrattle" effects and could only be used after dying completely, the corners of Lyon's mouth couldn't help but twitch fiercely. He then turned off the badge panel with a dark face and beckoned towards the door of the single cell.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, the door of the luxurious single cell suddenly opened, revealing the terrified jailer outside.

"Wh… What do you want to do?"

Looking at Lyon walking towards him with a dark face, the man, who was wearing a silk black tailcoat and looked more like a butler than a jailer, couldn't help but take half a step back timidly. Then, he reminded him tremblingly:

"Even if you are a prince, escaping from prison will increase your sentence!"

"Add it! Add whatever you want!"

You can add as much as you want! Just watch if I stay here! If it weren't for finding a place to wipe off the Director's ancestors from my body, I wouldn't have come back here!

Snatched the notification document from the jailer's hand, directly added a zero after the sentence duration, Lyon, in a very bad mood, stuffed the document back and asked with a gloomy face:

"Where is the royal palace?"

"Ro… Royal Palace?"

Upon hearing this, the jailer couldn't help but tremble and said shiveringly:

"You're going to the royal palace… What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to seek justice from them! What else could I do? Escape from prison and then run over to turn myself in?"

"…"

That… that seems right?

After hearing Lyon's words, the jailer couldn't help but blink, and his tense expression softened slightly, but he quickly shook his head continuously and said:

"No! No way! What if you…"

"What if I really want to do something? Then after going out, I'll find a high place to look at and then head towards the tallest and most magnificent building. I can still find the royal palace, right?"

"…"

"Hurry up and tell me. I just need directions. If you don't tell me, then I'll ask someone else. Who in Lily City doesn't know where the royal palace is?"

"…"

After pondering for a moment and realizing that the situation was indeed as Lyon said, the royal palace was so conspicuous that he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to, and he might even get beaten up more, the exclusive jailer of the luxury single cell chose to yield and raised his hand tremblingly to point in a direction.

"Go that way, cross five streets, and then pass the Scales Tribunal building… Huh?"

Looking at Lyon, who had suddenly disappeared, and the old clothes that had been thrown on the side of the pool, the jailer's lips couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Where is he? Did he just escape from prison? Mother of the Lightless, above… You could have at least stayed in prison for a day! Justice!