Lower Layer
Dear Edgeworth-sama
(I know he's already dead) How are you doing?
I skip a lot of things
To explain the contents directly
"Look, if you don't speak quickly, I'll go in deeper, okay?"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah! Stop it! Talk! I'll talk!"
I made a mistake in raising your daughter.
The alley thugs who attacked us? Their faces collapsed from tears, snot, and drool.
Of course
When the needle is slowly inserted between the raw nail and the flesh, it makes me want to cry.
But I won't apologize
I'm sure he'll smile and forgive me in heaven.
"Thank you for the information!"
Looks like the fun conversation is over.
Sedona pulls out the needle with all her might.
"Aaaaaaahhh!"
Oh my god
What was inserted wasn't just a needle.
It has a barb at the tip.
The man runs away screaming and spewing various liquids.
………Yep!
I'm sure Edgeworth-sama in heaven will be angry.
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"Wouldn't it have been better to gather information a little more peacefully?"
"Eh, but it’s a pain, isn’t it?"
"Sedona is right, it would be better if it could be finished quickly."
My opinion was rejected by a vote of 2 to 1.
"...Well, I have some thoughts, but you were able to get some pretty useful information."
"All the knights are excellent too."
Yes
We weren't the only ones who talked to the thugs and gathered information.
All the knights were doing the same thing as Sedona.
The first thing I learned was why the thugs were doing that.
Prelati's castle is divided into three layers.
Upper layer where rulers live
Middle layer where executives live
The lower layer where the lower class lives
It seems like we're in the lower layer now.
And this lower layer
There is no such thing as a law
As long as you complete the work assigned to you by the middle layer, you can do whatever you want.
The murder committed in the back alley doesn't seem to be a crime at all.
"Ah, that’s it."
What Wince points with her chin is a machine that is operating autonomously.
It collects dead bodies on the street and uses the dust chute?
Their treatment is complete garbage.
"Wait, you bastard!"
I hear a scream in the distance
Apparently, a snatcher appeared.
It continued to pass by us, so I tripped it and it fell down dramatically.
"Fuck you, you bastard!"
The victim caught up and relentlessly hit him with a piece of metal.
Judging from the amount of blood loss, the injury would be fatal.
His body is twitching occasionally, but he doesn't seem to be conscious anymore.
"…Let’s find somewhere quiet."
"Is there any?"
"There are no stores or parks."
I feel like I've come to hell
Take it or be taken away
Kill or be killed
I can't believe this is a more advanced civilization than us.
"How do we get to the middle layer?"
"I don’t think it would be possible using normal methods."
"Do you want to cut a hole in the wall and climb up through it?"
When they reached adulthood
It seems like your life will be decided the moment your transition surgery is completed.
If you have good compatibility with the elf who became your vessel, you will move to the middle layer.
If something goes wrong, you will be pushed down to the bottom.
It seems that there are some exceptional people who rise from the lower ranks to the upper ranks, but it seems to be about one person every few decades.
And if the transition surgery completely fails, there will be no place for you to live even in the lower layer and you will be discarded.
"I think I would be happier if I could just leave this place."
I think so too, but I guess these guys don't feel that way.
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