This woman is crazy.

We were captured inside the dungeon through underhanded means.

So underhanded that I didn't even understand what happened.

However, that said, we're all together, so surely we can manage somehow.

Still, this jail cell is quite clean… when did they even build something like this in the dungeon?

"Fo fo fo… how are you feeling?"

The robed man who had been with The Silver came over and looked down at us as we lay bound in the cell. Suspicious—way too suspicious.

"… Terrible. What's even going on here?"

"Simple. You're terrorists attempting to destroy the dungeon, and we captured you alive. Straightforward, no?"

"I'm a man who's going to become a hero, you know."

"So, a terrorist. Sounds about right."

He snorted dismissively.

"Now then, about your treatment… yes. Let's subject you all to some torture."

"Hah? T-torture?"

What is he talking about!? I'm destined to become a hero!

"Right, let me introduce you to your torturer who'll be taking care of you. Wait here a moment."

The faceless man left the cell and returned with a woman.

A beautiful woman with black hair.

"This one will be your caretaker. Well then."

The man said just that and left… They're leaving just this woman to guard us? Then maybe I can win her over with my handsome face.

"Hey, won't you become my woman? I'm a man who's going to become a hero, you know?"

"LOL, dream on. Mashiro-san is a million times cooler."

I was flatly rejected. Eh, why?

I'm obviously better than that beast! This woman's got a screw loose.

"Alright then, let's do this—torture time!"

… And so, the torture finally began.

"I-I don't know anything! If you're going to do it, do it to the four behind me!"

"Huh. The way you sell out your comrades without hesitation is super uncool and honestly disgusting."

What is she even saying? This is simply putting the right person in the right place!

Torture means doing painful things, right? My companions have trained to endure torture, and apparently their pain tolerance is quite high.

Besides, I really don't have anything to say!

"You really are just a puppet, huh. Well, relax. I don't actually want to learn anything from you… You're just spies sent by the Empire and a puppet from the Holy Nation, right? So what else is there to confirm?"

"Eh? W-what about the treatment promised for a hero?"

"Ahaha. You were probably fed lies. We can't trust any info from a puppet like you."

Wh-what…?

"Oh, one thing I'll say first. Even though it's torture, we won't physically hurt you. You're going to be handed over to the Guild, so relax… Though if you'd left even a single scratch on Mashiro-san, I would've cut off a body part for every wound, hehehe."

Oh, ah, that's good then?

Hmm?

"If you're not going to hurt us, what exactly are you planning to do? … Ha! Don't tell me it's something erotic!?"

"Hmm, save that talk for your dreams. But yeah, I'll be stripping all of you and having you change clothes."

Saying that, the woman entered the cell and took out something small.

What's that? … A pacifier? The thing babies suck on? Uh, what are you gonna do with that?

"Baby boy, let's get you all dressed up～, hehehe."

"Mmpf!?"

A pacifier was shoved in my mouth. The other four too.

…!? What is this? Something feels wrong with my mouth. My mouth is automatically sucking on the pacifier…!?

"B-baboo—babuu!?"

"Oh, it worked. As expected of that person's Magic Tool～"

What I meant to say was "What did you do," but what came out was "babuu."

My words are being erased without my control! Even though it's my own body!

"B-baa, babuu…"

My jaw, tongue, cheeks—they won't listen to me! What is this!?

"Like I said, there's nothing we want to know from you guys. Let the Guild handle that when we hand you over… What's starting now is punishment for pointing a gun at Mashiro-san! Make sure you regret it plenty!"

N-no… s-stop! Stop this!

I'm a man who's going to become a hero! The cloth in your hand—isn't that a diaperrrrrrrrr!?