I Met the Male Lead in Prison
chapter-50

Chapter 50 – You…Why are you doing this to me? (1)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: SKAIS

I remembered I once had left two blankets in Ricdorian’s cell before. But I already spoke with Hans regarding that and asked him to retrieve those blankets I left behind.

<Okay, I’ll take the ones that you left. But can’t we go somewhere else and talk?>

It was because there’s a rule that special prisoners should not be given any convenience. That’s why afterward, I didn’t bring him a new blanket, although every time I see him in that specific situation, I would always feel sympathy.

But that day, I forgot about the rules and the promise I made, the moment I saw his seemingly pitiful appearance, who looked like a person who had lost his soul…like a fool in the streets.

I stood still in the middle of the corridor as my head was about to burst with all the various complex thoughts shuffling in my mind. When suddenly, a guard who passed by asked if I was okay. I just answered him back with a smile and continued with my track.

As a matter of fact, I was more concerned about Ricdorian than the tie I had left that could pinpoint me as the intruder.

What if I put him at a disadvantage? What if he would suffer the consequence of my carelessness?

I stared blankly in the air and thought of that cell he was in. The treatment he received here was not appropriate already, what more with the regulations I had broken.

“Everything will be okay. Everything will end in a good way. Really…” I said, convincing myself.

In just a blink of an eye, time seemed to pass by very quickly. I don’t know what kind of spirit I have today. Maybe a lifeless soul? Since, I have been so down recently.

I didn’t realize I fell asleep, and surprisingly, it was already dark. The moment I noticed the moon hovering out of the window, I felt nauseous.

“…in my room, I can tell whether it’s day or night.” Clearly, because there’s a window. I mused sarcastically.

After minutes of deep thoughts, I eventually got up. I opened the drawer and took out the bracelet that Jair gave me.

I didn’t get an opportunity to give it back to him. And I assumed this was something I would never use nor tak out of the drawer again.

<Just in case something arises, each jewel can be used four times. Oh, I’ll double the opening order so you can’t make mistakes.>

The magic for door opening and the invisible magic was used twice that day. I only used the sleep spell once. And therefore, I can still make use of all the magic.

I promptly grabbed the bracelet and popped a sigh out. I’ve made up my mind.

“So…yeah. Let’s see if he’s all right.”

Just once. I only want to know if everything’s fine. I really couldn’t stay still whenever I remember the captivating face of Ricdorian full of tears.

The guards in the West wing are almost entirely different from the guards I see every day. They were senior knights.

Recalling the guard patrolling the stairs made me bite my lower lip. They seemed more intimidating…stronger and powerful.

They said senior knights were rough. I guess it’s because they’re dealing with vicious criminals.

What if Ricdorian was treated roughly than before?

My heart swiftly felt like it was stabbed, but I just shrugged that feeling off.

“Just to confirm.” I told myself repeatedly just to defend what I am about to do.

I opened the door and moved into the hallway. There was no one in the corridor at dawn. Same situation a few days ago when I tried to go to Ricdorian’s cell.

But no, a guard was patrolling on the other end of the hall. Shortly, an idea came up. I decided to make fun of him because, after all, he wouldn’t see me.

My heart was jittery.

Fortunately, when I came down the stairs, I didn’t encounter people like what happened before, which almost gave me a heart attack.

And in front of the stairs, I picked up one of the rolling stones. Afterward, when I walked all the way to the basement stairs, I gawked at the guard, who was also one of those who were patrolling earlier in the morning.

…fortunately, there is only one guard right now. I was relieved by the sudden change in number. That’s great. At least I only have to worry about one.

I was fiddling the stone, and I threw it forward as hard as I could. And that’s what I call a perfect throw!

The guard turned his head at the fallen sound of the stone that just hit him.

“…what is it?”

The guard tilted his head for a while, and afterward, he wandered to the place where the stone fell. I made sure it was far away from where I am.

I waited for him to go through the shrubs, and then I quickly ran down the stairs. I almost stumbled in a hurry. Good thing, I got support from the walls and safely arrived in front of the bars. And to my surprise, there was no one in front of the cage.

Hans was not here?

Perhaps, Hans’ seat was left empty for now, and therefore Ricdorian was guarded from the stairs. I’m sure they had presumed it wouldn’t be a problem since a senior knight was safeguarding the stairs.

In any case, I’m glad this befell.

But isn’t this a little sloppy? However, I just shook my head. I shouldn’t concern myself with that; rather, I must hurry and see Ricdorian.

I opened the bars moderately, which created a minimal noise, in order not to draw any watch man’s attention. After opening the bars, I closed it but not entirely, just enough for the guard to see at first glance that it looked like it was entirely close.

But why does it feel like going to his cell was like walking in an unending path? It’s giving me stress.

Soon, I put down my hand that happened to hold a lamp.

The boy’s face was revealed under the dim light shed by the lamp. And this time anew, my eyes were parched.

“Iana.” I paused because he called me.

“How did you know it was me?” I said as I broke free from the spell.

And because I was in a hurry, I just came to the realization that I had come too close to him.

Forthwith, the chains moved roughly. Now, he had captured me and it was too late for me to escape from his grasp.

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