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Pleasant and rhythmic whistles came from the prison cell.

Wilberst, whose hands were cuffed, was lying on the iron bed. There was no pillow, no blanket, even the bed itself was old and broken.

It was hard and uncomfortable.

However, none of that could affect Wilberst's good mood.

He knew everything was progressing smoothly.

"Monster Hunter D, eh?"

"Looking forward to your performance."

Wilberst recalled the meeting he had with D and couldn't hold back his grin. He spent quite the effort to hide his smile because he knew there was a surveillance camera in the cell.

Every move he made was being watched.

Unusual movements that didn't fit the rules shouldn't have appeared.

As for the whistles?

It was necessary.

Kak!

The gear of something spun and produced a noise. Wilberst woke up from his bed and saw the familiar figure outside his cell. His eyes were showing delight.