I Met the Male Lead in Prison

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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