Use the power of the Demon King to destroy those reincarnated in another world

"I didn't do anything! Don't treat me like a criminal!!" he shouted, but the knight who brought him just said coldly "Shut up" and left the room.

Brett looked down and his eyes fell on the corner of the room. There was only a small wooden table, and the only light in the room was a small light bulb on the top.

The lock and door were opened. Looking up, he saw someone familiar.

"Mr. Keping!" Brett showed a reassuring smile.

"Great! You have to listen to me! Those guys-"

"Please be quiet for a moment."

Brett was taken aback and stopped talking.

Kaiping ignored Brett's expression, took out a large bag from his hand and started to fiddle with it on the table.

"Mr. Kepping? What are you doing...?"

Although questions were asked, Keping continued to ignore them. Look carefully, those things are various tools. There are things shaped like knives, and there are also items of unknown purpose.

After Kaiping laid out these things, he turned to Bright with a smile: "We have a lot of time. Take your time, Mr. Bright."

Brett asked in confusion: "Huh?"

"I will ask you some questions now, please answer them truthfully." Kaiping said still smiling. There's something crazy about this smile.

Brett felt uneasy and nodded silently.

"First of all, please answer why you are in that place."

"Then the knight has been told—"

"Answer it."

A low, calm voice.

Keping became something completely different than usual, causing Bright to flinch.

"......on the way home."

"Your house should be in the opposite direction, right?"

"Well, then it's okay to take a long detour sometimes..." Brett looked away. Even without the ability to see through the lie, the lie is obviously known to everyone.

Kaiping blinked and frowned sadly: "Sorry. I don't want you to lie."

"That, that's not a lie!"

Kaiping turned his back. Then, he began to take out the tools one by one on the table to confirm.

"Whether it's a lie or not, I will verify it on your body."

"...What?" Brett's face twisted, but Keping gave him a cold smile.

"Don't you understand? This is torture." These words echoed in the room and fell heavily on Brett's ears.

Brett's eyes trembled and he said, "Wait a minute."

"Torture——"

Before he could finish his words, Keping said: "This is a crime."

"But have you forgotten where 'here' is?"

Brett froze.

Why do we have to do this?

He had an unpleasant future that he could not comprehend.

Just then, a man's shout came from a distance.

Kaiping frowned and said softly: "Have they already started?"

Brett wanted to ask "who", but was replaced by the word "torture".

Keping took out a piece of paper in front of Bright, unfolded it, and took it out of his arms to show him: "This is the list of collaborators inside the laboratory." He pointed to Bright's name with his finger, and then took the paper back into his arms. .

Brett bit his lip, "How could this happen..."

This man knew everything from the beginning, was he testing himself?

"As long as one person reveals the information, everything will be over. But everyone is quite stubborn." Kaiping's mouth twisted.

"Okay, it's time for us to get started." As he said that, he took out a small plier-like instrument.

"Please don't break it off too quickly, otherwise it will be boring."

Keping held down Bright's left hand. The instrument hung from the nail of his index finger.

"Let's start with the nails first. As I said just now, we have plenty of time." Judging from the feeling of his fingertips, you can feel that he is exerting force.

Brett stared through his breathless nose. Then, he murmured: "Wait a minute."

"If I say anything, I will be killed."

Keping saw the mockery in Bright's words: "Even if you don't say it, you will die."

"......ha?"

"Why haven't you understood that I'm here?" Keping took the instrument away from his nails and looked down at Bright.

"You have angered the Holy Emperor. I am here as a mediator to prevent them from letting someone reveal information before they kill you."

"W-what do you mean?"

"We don't need evidence. He's angry now at anyone who's suspicious."

Brett showed a frustrated expression: "How, how could..."

Kaiping still said with a mocking look: "By the way. I will protect those who tell me information, but I will ignore others."

He said, "Do you understand what I mean?" and again brought the instrument close to Brett's left fingernail.

In other words: “He who vomits it out first will be saved.”

Keping clamped Bright's nails and suddenly raised his head and looked upward: "Oh, I don't hear the shouting anymore. Has it been broken?" These words made Bright flustered.

No matter what, he will be killed.

"Kai, Mr. Kaiping."

"What's up?"

"...Can, can you protect me?" Bright said tremblingly, and this time Kaiping replied with a gentle smile: "I will protect you with all my strength."

As Mars let out a stifled yawn in the small, stone-walled room, the door opened and Kepin walked in. Kepin, who arrived earlier than expected, smiled at him: "How was it? How was my scream?"

Looking at Kaiping, he laughed and said enthusiastically: "Perfect timing." After hearing the satisfactory answer, Mars nodded and asked: "Then what?"

"He admitted it immediately. Well, although I didn't think he was the kind of person who was brainwashed by terrorists, so it was easy to figure it out." After Kaiping finished speaking, he looked behind him: "By the way, Did you lie?"

Under his question, Olet suddenly appeared in the air: "What I said is all the truth." Kaiping nodded in satisfaction.

At the same time, Olet narrowed his eyes.

"So, are you angry?"

"Isn't that true?"

Olett smiled and replied: "That's right."

They laughed at each other, but gradually their eyes became troubled and tired.

"However, I still feel something is wrong." Kaiping said this, and Mars asked: "What's wrong?"

"The terrorists targeted the princess for her assassination."

"Princess?" Mars tilted his head.

Kaiping looked at Olett to confirm, and Olett nodded.

Kaiping introduced Lena's matter to Mars. Although he was surprised, his face showed a strange recognition: "Although the announcement has been made, I also heard from the president that we have a relationship... It turns out to be Miss Lena."

Then the question arises: “But why now?”

"That's the problem. It's usually done after the limelight has passed, not when everyone is paying attention."

"It's too risky to start now."

Mars and Olett crossed their arms and complained softly.