Prison Games

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

“Whether the customer eats it or has the hostess eat it instead, the shop doesn’t care as long as it gets paid for.”

Elliott suddenly got curious and took a close look at the platter.

“Hey.........that plate, isn’t it too decedent? There are a lot of fruits in it I’ve never seen in our country before.”

“You’re right, and it’s because we were completely serious while preparing it!”

“Perhaps........it’s more expensive than the champagne?”

“We’ve priced them accordingly.”

“.......Wolanski, he might faint after seeing his bill after this”

Completely unaware of his boss’s pitiful gaze, Wolanski smiled and laughed at the monkey who was hesitating to eat the fruit in its hands.

Haley stared at his banana for a second before looking up.

“Ooki.........?”

“Eh? Isn’t this really expensive? It’s fine, it’s fine!”

Wolanski laughed away Haley’s concern.

“His Highness is paying for all of it”

“Wolanski, you bastaaaaaaaaaaard!”

Was it because of all the yelling or the terrible pressure he was feeling on both sides? Either way, Elliott suddenly started feeling hungry himself. Rather, he was probably just feeling exhausted, not having the mental power to keep walking the tightrope during this stressful situation.

“Damn........I’m terrified of what’s to come, but I too...........”

“Would you like a fruit platter?”

“Isn’t the price for that way too scary to eat!? And besides, I’d like something a little more snack-like”

Rachel tilted her head.

“Hmm.......well, how about some sandwiches then?”

“Oh, that sounds nice........is what I’d like to say, but you definitely put in some kind of outrageous ingredients right!?”

“Not at all. It’s ‘normal’.”

“I don’t believe you!?”

Rachel clapped her hands, and the expressionless woman who had brought in the champagne tower before appeared again to take the order. After being gone for a moment, she brought back a plate filled with sandwiches........and for some reason immediately brought them over to Rachel.

“My Lady, if you would”

“Yes”

Elliott watched them with obvious suspicions.

Rachel then held her hand out over the sandwiches that her attendant was holding towards her.

“Looks tasty”

“Thank you very much”

The untouched sandwiches were then brought over to Elliott.

“Thank you for waiting. Here are you sandwiches handmade by the daughter of a Duke.”

“Just a moment!?”

“Is there something wrong?”

“What are you saying Rachel just did!? Or is there something else!? Is there some other Duke’s daughter in the back who made these!?”

Rachel’s expressionless subordinate gave a monotone reply.

“My Lady just gave up on her desire to eat these delicious-looking sandwiches. After that kind of effort, it’s no exaggeration to say these are handmade by her.”

“It’s definitely an exaggeration! How does such a thing add any value at all!?”

“Picture it as an idol event.”

While Elliott dishearteningly glanced at the snacks he ordered not sure if he really wanted to eat them, Sophia did a rough calculation of the night’s sales and reported their progress to Rachel.

“Our sales are terrific, My Lady. Our numbers are soaring as if a river of gold were flowing into our accounts. Our new product is a rousing success.”

“Mm, indeed. Our profit margin is wonderful. Our night business is popular.”

“No, you’re all awful.........”

Rachel took another look at her account book when after suddenly noticing something, she raised her head.

“Speaking of which.........didn’t Sand Bag come too?”

“She did. A while ago she was doing everything she could to bring down that champagne tower”

Rachel and Sophia both started looking around for the twin-tail girl.

“Mmm, high class alcohol is re~ally tasty!”

She was dead drunk, surrounded by four, five other girls.

“Oh, you girls all have such big boobs! Let me touch them~”

In addition she was acting like a drunk old man screwing around with the other hostesses.

“........amazing.”

“Yes, as expected of Sand Bag.”

“Surely everyone in the Mourning Noble Girls knows of Sand Bag’s identity?”

“Yes, of course. They see her as a homewrecker who stole another person’s spouse, and they originally surrounded her hoping to traumatize her through intense s****l harassment..........she would have been safer if she had just wrapped herself in raw meat and thrown herself in a cage with some wild animals.”

“Indeed........I, this might be the first time I can say that Sand Bag has my respect.”

The Prison Guard descended from the bullet train to the railway platform with his luggage.

He had a short vacation, so he decided to visit Kyoto for a couple of days. He didn’t have much money to spend because of how thin his salary was, but he thought he could still have fun acting as a tourist and visiting places he was interested in. Traveling like this is expensive, but he was completely exhausted from that young lady and prince constantly abusing their power. He needed to spread his wings every once in a while.

After the Prison Guard left the ticket gate, taking the passageway leading to the northern end of the rail station, he was left marveling at the massive glass roof and wide atrium as he made his way down the steps.

Once he had made it above ground, he stretched out his tourism guide in front of him.

“Now then, how to get to where I want to go............the station is so big I don’t even know where I need to go to ask.”

Kyoto’s station is large and complicated, so tourists who are visiting for the first time always have a hard time as the Prison Guard was having now while looking at the map of the station listed in his tourism guide.

“Umm, am I on the ground floor right now? ........where is the map for the ground floor? And why are there three underground shopping malls connected together to begin with?”

The epitome of Kyoto’s ancient history.

“I’d like to ask for help at the information desk, but I need help finding the information desk..........”

The Prison Guard worriedly turned his head when a passing maid stopped and pointed to one point on the floor plan.

“Take this passageway here and then hang a right, the teller window is in the same building as the city transportation bureau.”

“Ah, I see. Sorry for the trouble.”

The Prison Guard gave a small bow in thanks, but by the time he looked back up, the maid had already disappeared.

“.........what, that’s strange.........well, it’s fine.”

The Prison Guard searched for the area the nice maid had pointed him towards and got in line. The girl sitting at the ticket window gave him a bright smile when it was finally his turn.

“Please wait one moment. I will prepare a map for you detailing where you want to go and your means of transportation.”

“Ah, I see. Thank you very much.”

The Prison Guard lowered his head in thanks while the attendant prepared his things, but he then noticed something a little strange.

“.........Huh? But I, haven’t told you where I want to go yet.”

“Right, sorry to have made you wait. Here’s your guide map, a mobile phone, and your instructions. Next person please!”

“Ah, sorry sorry.”

Because of how busy things were right now, the Prison Guard hurriedly got out of the way after the teller window receptionist called for the next person..........only now realizing he had just gotten something really strange.

“...........This is........should I know what this is for? Something is wrong here.”

The Prison Guard looked closely at the items he had just gotten.

Guide map..........this will be helpful.

Mobile phone.............why?

Instructions...........nobody else was meeting him here or anything.

As the Prison Guard was still staring at the items in his hands, the phone suddenly got an incoming call. The name ‘Mister X’ was flashing across the LCD screen. He answered the phone,

“Pardon Miss, but shouldn’t you have had the caller ID on the phone read Ms. X or perhaps Mrs. X?”

and immediately addressed the most important problem.

Now then, for those instructions I got.

The Prison Guard hung up the phone, putting it away into his back pocket, and then unfurled the map he had gotten.

“Hmm, right now I’m on the northern end of the station........I wonder if the north and south exit are both no good.”

The Prison Guard tried ignoring the cell phone’s continued ringing and walked up to a nearby bus line, but then the maid who had given him directions from before came running up to him slightly out of breath and holding out a black toy rotary phone on top of a tray.

“Your boss works you too hard.”

“This is also part of my job.”

The Prison Guard finally gave up, pulling out the cell phone from his back pocket, the voice of a young noble daughter came through.

“About time! And to think I put in all this effort to making Mister Prison Guard’s vacation as fun as possible!”

“If you’re trying to support me, then how about starting with making my job not so stressful?”

“On that instruction sheet you were given, I’ve detailed everywhere Mister Prison Guard should head to from here.”

“.........hold on, how did you know about all the places I wanted to go?”

“I guessed after seeing the page of the travel guide you were reading the last time you played hooky from your job by hiding down in the dungeon.”

The Prison Guard had thought his prisoner was too busy to notice.

“Miss..........keeping a watch on you is part of my job though?”

“Eh? Since when?”

The route Rachel had planned out for the Prison Guard really was flawless. The Prison Guard traveled by bus to his first destination in Fushimi¹ and traveled one by one to the various breweries located in the area. However.........

“Fushimi got its name from the ‘fushimizu’, the underground water running underneath all of Kyoto that finally makes its way above ground here..........ah, be sure to taste the well water out in the courtyard. Oh and there’s a unique triangular building in one corner of the area right? This used to be a research facility, but it’s been turned into a museum showcasing replicas of bottles from other companies............”

unfortunately the young lady’s telephone guided tour was really annoying.

“Miss, you’re even more detailed than the guide............have you been here before?”

“I’ve never been there before, but all this is common sense for us heavy drinkers.”

Rachel Ferguson: years old.

Profession: Duke’s daughter.

Hobbies: Sleeping and drinking.