Reincarnated in a Woman's World but My Sister is the Hero? - Chapter 12: Heirachy

There was a crusty, dirty towel, some spare clothes and toiletries.

Slowly, Lake began to organise some of his belongings.

Another man walked into the cell.

…

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Lake looked back.

“I’m just sorting my stuff.”

“That’s our storage space. Fuck off.”

Lake sighed.

“I’m staying here now.”

The man laughed.

He was tall but lacked significant muscle on his bones. With stains and muck all over his ragged shirt, it was clear he had no care for his appearance—it was the common theme between most men in the complex.

Crash. The man grabbed Lake’s neck and pressed him against the wall.

“As I said, it’s our storage spa—”

The man suddenly winced. Lake’s fingers dug into his neck, crushing against his windpipe. There were slight crackling sounds as Lake strengthened his grip.

“I wonder, how much do the guards here care about violence?”

“W….w-wai—… can you…”

Eventually, Lake let go.

The man gasped for air, frantically holding his neck. Saliva splattered against the ground as he coughed violently.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“U-um… not a lot. They don’t care much about anything.”

“Ah. Well that’s interesting I suppose.”

Suddenly, the man brought out a knife from under his shirt.

Immediately, Lake kicked his arm, slamming the man’s arm against the wall. A dense clang echoed through the cell, but no one cared to check up on them. The knife fell onto the ground, rattling against the bunk frame.

“Why are you still trying.”

“Who on earth are you?! Where did you come from.”

“Do you guys envy the women?”

“W-what do you mean?”

The man sat up in confusion. Lake was emotionlessly staring down at him, simply asking him questions.

“You know, the way they treat you?”

“I mean, it’s always been like this. This is just who we are.”

“Do you ever think of fighting back?”

“Of course not! I don’t have a death wish.”

“Alright.”

Lake left the man and continued to clean his bunk. Whilst his clothes were still wet, he managed to dry his hair a decent amount with the used towel. After a little while, he took a seat and leaned back. The other man was still standing silently in the corner of the cell, looking at Lake.

Lake decided to talk with him once again.

“Do you need something from me?”

“You’re a weird person.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“The way you talk, it’s almost like you came from some other world.”

“How come.”

He man paced around the room.

“Well, you don’t seem to have any fear and you also don’t seem to be very familiar with our situation, even when you talk with the women.”

“Ah. Well maybe.”

“So? Where are you from.”

Lake lay down on bed, staring up at the steel frame of the bunk above.

“I might tell you some other time.”

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“How’d you go, Mia? Tell me about what happened.”

An old lady and the young girl sat across from each other in a dark room. It wasn’t too far away from the core of the detention centre—but it was a room only to be accessed by the highest-ranking officials.

“I have no obligation to talk with you, Samantha”

The lady laughed.

“You know Major General Brienne assigned me to supervise you.”

Mia looked away.

“I don’t need someone to look after me. Both you and Major General Brienne know that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of things myself.”

The old lady, Samantha, stood up and made her way over to a small counter. There, a kettle was bubbling, letting out a little stream of vapour.

“There’s no need to be so hostile. I’m here to guide you after all.”

Mia looked up with animosity.

“You’re making my life twice as difficult.”

Samantha laughed again.

“Anyways, tell me about the boy you brought back. What was he doing there?”

She didn’t respond.

A few moments later, Samantha poured some boiling water into a cup of tea leaves. Vapour filled the air as the leaves quickly sizzled into the water, leaking out its flavour. Making her way over to Mia, she placed a cup by her on the coffee table.

“Come on now. I’m just having a chat with you.”

“You can go have a chat with some of the guards.”

“Oh no. That’s not what I was ordered to do.”

Crash. The tea splashed all over the ground. Mia’s disdain was clearly showing on her face.

“Go away! I’ve had enough of you guys.”

Unfazed, Samantha simply grabbed a rag and made her way over to the spill. With the same calm demeanour as before, she slowly cleaned it up.

“You know. We give you a lot of space for mistakes since you’re so young. For others, they receive harsh punishments.”

Mia was still unhappy.

“Did I ask for that?!”

“Mia, if anyone else had done what you just did, I would’ve reported it to Major General Brienne. She doesn’t like immature people.”

With that, there was a moment of silence.

Mia stomped out the room, walking through the halls of the detention complex. The woman’s side, for guards and overseers, was much better kept, with heating, decorations and clean spaces. Several guards patrolled the area, on the watch for any possible escapees.

A few moments later, she made her way to the camera room and spoke through a speaker device. It transmitted the message to every guard in the centre.

“I want you to bring me the new boy with the black sword on his hip. Report to the council room and handcuff him.”

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