The Only Guide in the High-Security Star Prison

[Prison P, frail and saintly Guide x fallen, beast-transformed Sentinel N]

No one understood why the top S-rank Guide, the pride of the Imperial Academy and hailed as the Shining Morning Star, His Excellency Yiserian, would...

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...choose to serve in a high-risk star prison!

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And in the most despised position of all: [comfort work]!

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"Ryan, your constitution isn't suited to working there."

His mentor tried to dissuade him.

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"That place is full of Sentinel lunatics who can't control their beast forms... They'll hurt you!"

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"No."

The silver-haired young man smiled gently and refused with resolve.

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"I shouldn't use the privileges of my position to change jobs. Serving the Empire is every Guide's responsibility."

Everyone admired him, and pitied him too.

But no one knew that Yiserian had a little secret fetish.

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He craved pain, bloodshed, and the thrill of a head-on clash.

And since there were no Sentinels at school who could satisfy him, naturally he had to go somewhere else to find some fun.

Dark, cold, merciless...

Amonti Prison was the place every criminal in the Empire feared most.

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...Until one day, a ray of light shone inside.

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After that, the prison warden had to deal with a pile of transfer requests every day.

"Have all these criminals gone mad?!"

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"He stole a basket of peaches and wants to get into Amonti?"

"In your dreams!"

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And when Yiserian's longtime rival, who had secretly loved him for years at school, heard about it:

How had the person he'd been in love with ended up in the industry while he was asleep?

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[N-that kind of P, universally adored protagonist, nonhuman characters, but a wish-fulfillment story]

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