Chapter 30
She rubbed her face as if she was drying it off.
Jason, who was standing beside Clara, smiled with satisfaction, perhaps because he thought he had won her trust and favor.
“Number 7, the truth is these guys planned to steal Number 1’s underwear and put it in your pocket.”
I pointed at Jason and Number 38.
Caught off guard by my unexpected declaration, their faces turned pale.
“What? Number 49, what are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“They plotted to take down Number 30 using the situation, didn’t they? Pretending to fight each other, then ultimately blaming Number 30. I saw Number 37 follow Number 1 into the showers.”
Jason grabbed my collar, his face full of betrayal.
“Are you crazy? You ordered all this! You had Number 7’s fabric ruined and Number 1’s underwear stolen to frame Number 30!”
“You think you’re following orders from me, Number 49?”
I shrugged nonchalantly as Jason’s face turned ashen.
It was a story no one would believe.
Number 38 looked equally wronged.
“Why are you dragging me into this suddenly?”
“You were keeping watch, weren’t you? It’d be hard to steal alone.”
Clara asked the other prisoners if they had seen Numbers 37 and 38 at the showers at the same time as Johan, and a witness claimed they had seen the two.
It was Number 39.
“Number 39! Are you out of your mind? Can’t you speak properly?”
Number 38 cursed viciously.
From the way he spoke, it was clear how Number 39 had been treated, though it was unclear if Number 38 was really there.
“Ha, what a difficult time, with all these cunning plots and intrigue. What chaos.”
Clara, chuckling incredulously, stood up and grabbed Jason and Number 38 by the hair.
“Enjoy your weak camaraderie!”
Bam!
Before they could protest, Jason and Number 38’s heads collided with such force that they were knocked out cold.
I bent down to look at them and whispered,
“Didn’t I tell you I’d get my revenge?”
They were among those who had dropped materials on me that day.
I remembered the hair color, build, and torn parts of the prison uniforms of the fleeing culprits.
And I hadn’t forgotten that Number 37 had once dumped dirty water on my head.
“Ugh, cunning…”
“Think this is the end?”
Both men blinked before they passed out simultaneously.
“How are you managing Numbers 30 and 40? Looks like they need some re-education.”
At Clara’s softly spoken words, Number 20, the leader named Lea, slammed her spoon down.
“All prisoners from Numbers 30 to 40 are to assemble on the field after today’s duties. We need to conduct some serious re-education!”
Of course, I had no intention of going.
As I straightened up, Clara’s cool voice followed behind me.
“Don’t think this earns my trust, Number 49.”
Her tone was stern, but her expression was somewhat more relaxed than before.
Maybe this would help me in the upcoming survival training.
“I didn’t step in to gain trust. I just can’t stand to see injustice.”
Making others suffer unjustly was my specialty, after all.
And I continued in a subdued voice…
“And we were friends, weren’t we?”
Clara silently turned away.
I sneaked a tray prepared for Clara’s subordinate and quickly settled down to eat.
Thinking of the labor ahead, I needed to fill my stomach.
While quickly devouring my meal, a pristine potato, suitable for the highest-ranking prisoners, suddenly landed on my tray.
“Interesting, Lady Number 49.”
That languid voice belonged to Enrique, who sat down beside me and smiled softly.
“Are you going to keep using us like this?”
His hash voice, cloaked in feigned kindness, momentarily froze my thoughts.
As if seeing through everything, the sharp pupils within his golden eyes narrowed intensely.
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