The two walked through the prison corridor,
Tens of thousands of metallic circuits embedded in the walls, releasing a force field that confines divinity. This space is able to transfer prisoners at the kilometer scale.
The mysterious death row inmate, biting into an apple, continued to push the Shop Owner's wheelchair with one hand, directing him deeper inside. Within lay a historic mansion.
Various maids, dressed conservatively, were welcoming the arrival of the two.
"Mr. Ito, is this your first time? After all, the Prison Director just died, and then you left because of Mura.
The first moment I gained freedom, I relocated my ancestral mansion here.
Whenever, inspiration only comes when I'm at home.
I've been incarcerated for so many years, with only one barely passable book written, unlike you, Mr. Ito, who can create manga from any scene.
Even during meals..."
Upon hearing this, the Shop Owner paused, not responding.
