“It seems that there are three demons restrained, and all of them are here. One of them is an executive from the East Wing, and there are two demons from the West Wing… Alright, alright.”
It was the second night since I was brought here.
After finishing my work as an assistant for the day’s torture session, I busied myself organizing the information in my room.
“There are approximately thirty to fifty soldiers from the kingdom. There is only one main entrance at the front of the facility. Each of the East and West Wings has a back entrance…”
Of course, I couldn’t leave such information on paper.
If I were suspected of leaking information, I would end up being tortured myself.
Therefore, I whispered quietly to myself, letting the words sink into my mind.
“…After all, the first one to be freed should probably be that demon executive.”
From nine in the morning until eight at night, I had been tirelessly working for the torturers, starting with Lieutenant Gorgon, and continuing to heal the injuries of the demons confined in this facility.
Thanks to that, I was convinced that the demon executive possessed immense power.
If in perfect condition, they likely had enough magical energy to take control of this facility single-handedly.
“And they have large wings too. With that, I should be able to avoid the entrances and people and escape to the demon kingdom while carrying me…!”
The two demons being tortured in the West Wing also had small wings.
If I could completely heal their injuries and manage to get them outside safely, an escape would indeed be possible.
“There are two more elements needed for the escape. One is to complete the construction of the ‘extraordinary Dark Heal,’ and the other…”
I injected magical power into my arm and tested “that.”
Bruises appeared.
…Alright.
“From tomorrow, let’s discreetly start a ‘pen pal’ system.”
“Hey, Dark Healer. Heal them quickly.”
On the third day, in the demon executive’s torture room.
Lieutenant Gorgon kicked my rear.
“Do it before I tell you to; you’re useless.”
Without showing any rebellious attitude, I placed my hand on the demon executive’s right arm and began channeling magical power into them.
Carefully, carefully.
“Hey.”
I couldn’t help but flinch at Lieutenant Gorgon’s low voice.
“Can’t you heal any faster? Today is already the third day. If you don’t start working more efficiently, I’ll lose my break time.”
Lieutenant Gorgon sat shallowly on a chair and yawned.
Relief washed over me.
It seemed that he hadn’t realized anything.
“Hey, are you listening?”
“Yes… I’m listening, but I can’t speed up the healing.”
“Huh? Why not?”
“Before closing up such external wounds, it’s necessary to enhance the self-healing abilities and perform sterilization around the wound. This depends on the injured person’s constitution, but fundamentally, it can’t be shortened. If this is skipped, the risk of infections and, in the worst-case scenario, significant organ dysfunction cannot be denied—”
“I get it, I get it. That’s enough! Just finish it up!”
Lieutenant Gorgon yelled angrily, clicked his tongue, and began to shake his leg restlessly.
“Now then, I’ve embedded the message.”
Upon returning to my room, I placed my fingers on my forearm.
Then, just as I did earlier with the demon executive, I continued to channel magical power carefully.
“…”
A sharp pain struck my arm.
Gradually, thin red bruises resembling worm mounds began to surface on my arm.
Eventually, they formed letters.
“If you can read this message, please bend your index finger three times during tomorrow’s treatment.”
The bruise appeared distinctly for just a moment before quickly fading away.
This time, I made sure the letters would appear immediately after injecting the magical power, aiming for them to surface during the night when the torture on that demon was not happening.
“Now, it’s up to whether that demon notices it.”
I hoped they would realize it as soon as possible.
“Hey, Dark Healer!”
“It’s time for treatment. Understood.”
On the fourth day.
In the demon executive’s torture room.
Before Lieutenant Gorgon could kick me, I hurriedly moved.
“Now then, how are you feeling?”
I muttered as if to myself and placed my hand on the demon’s arm.
Then,
—Twist, twist, twist.
The demon executive’s fingers bent three times in succession.
“…”
…Wonderful. They noticed on the first day.
I infused magical power.
Carefully, carefully.
I over-injected magical power to make the designated area bruise and reveal the message.
The content was as follows:
“I would like to request your cooperation in the release of all the captive demons, including you. During tomorrow’s treatment, please signal the same way as before if you are willing to cooperate. If not, bend your thumb five times in succession.”
—The reply for the next day came back as well, with the index finger bent three times again.
