"Look over there! The culprits are there!" Damian shouted, pointing to the library.
Miller and the other guards looked, but saw no one.
"Shut up and move!"
Damian had not expected this to happen. The lady who had stolen part of his wolf had information about him entering the locked doors, so he could not do anything against her, but he believed she would not do anything against him either.
But it seemed that was not the case! She had something to do with the killing of Miller's son, someone Damian had not even seen yet! Also, how did they have his sword?
'I am sure my sword is still with me,' Damian thought, staring at the sword on his waist.
When he did, the sword changed forms from his mithril sword to an ordinary looking one.
'What? Someone hexed this?'
Everything had been planned out to its finest details, and Damian had no room to argue against it, at least not at first. He accepted his fate, and the guards escorted him to a location at the back part of the castle.
It was quiet there, with few guards around, and an iron door leading to a staircase. Damian knew it was a dungeon, and was certain after seeing the cells with a few prisoners inside, all looking like they had not bathed in weeks.
The guards took his armor off, weapon, and gave him a few rags to use. They then sent him inside. Damian was glad they did not take his Slime or Spatial ring.
They threw him inside a dungeon that had another prisoner, a woman with blue hair.
"Natasha? What are you doing here?" Damian asked.
Natasha also wore ragged clothes, showing a lot of her body, which was all dirty. Her hair was messy as well, but her eyes still had hope, especially after seeing Damian.
"You? What are you doing here?" Natasha said as she got up.
She did not know Damian had seen her meeting that mysterious lady behind the locked doors, and for the time being, Damian would not share that information with her.
"Someone murdered Miller's son and put the blame on me," Damian said, clenching his fists with anger.
"What? Are you serious?"
Natasha was shocked about it! She could not understand why they decided to put the blame on Damian.
"What about you, Natasha?" Damian asked.
"Me? Well, I figured some dark secrets from Miller, and he put me inside this place before I managed to leave."
"What secrets?"
"I will tell you, eventually, if I trust you enough, and if we work together to flee from this place."
Damian, for a second, wanted to speak about having seen Natasha, but restrained himself. It was not worth to shake their friendship. Both needed cooperation to flee from that place, if possible.
"Can't you just break the cell or something?" Damian asked.
"It is reinforced using some incredible materials. I don't think we have the power to break it open that easily," Natasha said.
The cell was small, dark, with nothing inside. There was a bucket for them to do their needs, a small window with a bar, and that's it. That window was impossible to use for an escape, and it was actually a bad thing having one there because a freezing wind passed through it.
"This is not looking good," Damian said.
Judging by the first impression Damian had of that cell, it was impossible to escape. Only if they somehow opened the door for them at one point, but even then, it would not be easy to escape from all the guards, Miller, and possibly hidden forces within the castle.
Damian leaned against the dirty cobblestone wall with his head down. He was starting to lose hope, but then he saw it! A small drain in the cell's corner!
"Is this a drain?" Damian asked.
"Uh, yeah. The other cells with prisoners had a normal bathroom for them to use, but we don't… They took it out but this drain is still here," Natasha said.
They had the worst treatment possible among the prisoners. Miller hated them to the bones, but the fact the drain was there gave Damian hope!
"We can escape from this place!" Damian said, smiling.
Natasha could not understand how a drain changed their lives. "You know we cannot fit inside this drain, right?"
"I know that, but other things can…"
Damian's plan started from that point forward. He remained all day near the drain, focusing his mind into it, trying to find a small creature inside, a rat!
His plan was to control a rat's mind, and use it to somehow take them out of that place. Maybe by opening the lock, or stealing a key. But the first thing Damian needed was to find a rat, and it took him three days!
Three days of checking the drain all day. The guards came a few times to give them food, but not much of it, so both Damian and Natasha were starving.
They were dirty as well, and the smell inside the cell was awful! Both had to do their needs inside a bucket!
"Turn around or I will kill you!" Natasha said every time she had to use the bucket.
The only thing the guards did was to go there and grab the bucket to clean it once a day.
"I did it! Hahaha," Damian said.
Natasha still had no idea what Damian was doing by standing near the drain. She believed he had gone crazy, especially after Damian started to stay motionless, barely blinking.
"Did you go insane?" Natasha asked.
No matter how many times she tried to speak with Damian, he would not listen. It was like his mind was somewhere else…
A small rat walked out of a drain leading outside of the castle. If one looked closely at the rat's eyes, one would see it resembled a being of high intelligence.
'I am a rat now, so where should I start? Steal the keys, maybe?'
Damian controlled the rat, and with it, he returned to the castle, stealthily walking using the dark areas, the corners, and the gaps no one could enter.
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