《The Main Character is the Villain》


 Chapter 0:

    EP 0 - Foolish Lord


    ¡°F*ck.¡±


    Was my first word upon waking up.


    I found myself in absurdity. I was somehow in a plush bedroom, snuggled up in a luxurious bed. I don''t remember a thing afterst night''s drinking spree.


    I distinctly remember the start of catching up with friends, and making jokes while grilling meat. Deep into the night, I recall walking in the street after rejecting a friend''s offer to call me a taxi. Then I stopped by a convenience store and bought some hangover cure.


    I couldn''t remember anything after that.


    And ''that'' fact was unsettling me.


    What the hell did I do yesterday? Where did I go to end up sleeping in avish mansion''s bedroom? Did I trespass a local furniture store?


    Quickly surveying my surroundings, the modest room starkly contrasted the morous bed. A small closet was tucked away in a corner, and a full-length mirror hung on the wall. This ce didn''t look like a furniture store, and the bleak visuals were convincing enough to make me consider I might have been kidnapped.Directly in front of the bed, there was an altar with strange patterns drawn on it. And right next to it were a bunch of white robes on the hanger. I felt like I had seen the patterns and robes from somewhere, but I wasn¡¯t in a hurry to think about it. Knowing what this ce was more important.


    ¡°What the f*ck?¡±


    For some reason, this ghastly pagan altar cult room, felt strangely familiar. It wasn''t like the studio I used to live in nor the reserve army barracks, but it had a familiar vibe. I should havee across it through some medium.


    I got off the bed to check the room. Only then did I realize that my field of vision was strangely low, and my body felt lighter. It''s like I shrunk by 10 cm, and the wheezing phlegm in my lungs was gone.


    If I was previously weighed down by alcohol and overwork, screaming with every movement, now my body was filled with vitality, just like when I was in high school. As an experiment, I stretched my back and it flexed effortlessly, nowhere was the creaking.


    But that wasn''t the only inexplicable fact. My rough hands had turned smooth, and my sagging skin now glowed with sticity. My arms were thin but firm, and I noticed a heavy feel in my lower half. On top of all that, my whole body was overflowing with strength. I feel like I could run up and down for three days and three nights.


    What on earth is going on? I frantically rushed to the mirror hanging in the room. There stood the reflection of a handsome blonde with red eyes. Half curly blonde hair that exudes aristocracy, and a slender appearance that''s almost seem too feminine. And with the slightly pointed ears, I instantly recognized this pretty boy''s identity.


    He was a game character.


    In the Japanese fantasy RPG erogame [Heroine Legend], there''s a character whose concept was so over-the-top that it turned into a meme: Peta Lucius. The son of Peta Sirius, a priest of the legendary hero party, known for his strong physical damage and outstanding buffing capabilities, which made him popr among minmax yers.


    But apart from his skills, this guy has a setting that shook the hearts of gamers ying the story and that is¡ªhe''s an extreme pushover.


    Peta Lucius was frugal and simple by nature, and as a half-elf, he doesn''t need to eat much to survive. So he only receives half the rentpared to other territories. However, the tenant farmers took advantage of Lucius'' kindness, and paid even less for the already low rent under the pretext of poor harvest. As a result, Lucius'' territory was in the red every year until the hero party arrived.


    What''s amusing is that Lucius himself was a priest of the Great Celestial Church, so whenever there is a bad harvest, he prays for thend to be fertile. Thanks to this, Lucius'' territory has the lowest rent and the most fertilend in the empire.


    So, when you first enter Lucius'' territory, you witness a scene of fat tenant farmers exploiting other ves, embezzling agricultural products, all the while praising Lucius'' and the Great Celestial Church''s grace. Simply not knowing this fact makes him an ipetent fool. But Lucius'' crimes didn''t end there. Even when the hero party witnessed this corruption and reported it to Lucius, Lucius...


    ¡°I don¡¯t care if the farmers are a little greedy of the crops.¡±


    This just infuriated the hero party and the yers.


    Furthermore, right next to Lucius'' fiefdom was the viinous fat, blonde and tanned, NTR lord. Lucius'' childhood friend, Sieri, worked as a nun on this NTR lord¡¯snd during Lucius'' trainee days in the Great Celestial Church.


    The lord coerces Sieri into bing his concubine, promising to pay off her family''s debt and make arge donation. Sieri, unable to refuse the lord who practically controls the church, euphemistically replies that she needs Lucius'' permission.


    Lucius agreed and gave his blessing, wishing their love tost forever.


    Despairing, Sieri bes the fat lord¡¯s concubine. When the hero party first visits the neighboring lord, they find Sieri sitting beside him with a dead look in her eyes.


    Ultimately, the situation was resolved when the main character brutally kills the evil NTR lord, trying to mess with the hero party. Many yers foamed at their mouth seeing the idiot give away such a good girl to the fat lord.


    Anyway, after the hero party resolved all these dumbassery, they can either take the hero''s relic that the Peta family had or take Lucius with them. However, I remember them just taking the relic and ditching the idiot. No matter how good his performance was, it was strange to have a male character in a harem party.


    And thus, I have concluded¡ª I ended up in the body of this pushover lord. I scratched my head in thought.


    Having taken over this wimp, what should I do from now on?


    After thinking about it for a while, I realized that this was basically an isekai. Since I''ve crossed over into a fantasy world, what could I not do? I raised my hand in the air and shouted.


    ¡°Status window.¡±


    Name: Peta Lucius


    Job: Great Celestial Church Southern High Priest


    Level: 36


    Stats


    Strength: 89


    Agility: 78


    Intelligence: 124


    Luck: 88


    Traits


    Charger


    Deal double damage to solid structures and objects.


    Mace Adept


    No hit penalty when using a mace.


    Heretic Inquisitor


    Can dere the opponent to be evil or dark.


    Deal double damage to evil and dark attribute targets, and take only half damage.


    ¡°What, it really worked?¡±


    Surprised that the status window actually appeared, I slowly began to read through its contents.


    By [Heroine Legend] standard, Lucius¡¯s current status was sufficient to rank him among the strongest characters. In [Heroine Legend], the strength of the average adult is around 4 to 5. Even surpassing 20 means you¡¯re a superhuman with 4 times the strength of an adult, but this cub Lucius starts off with 18 times the strength.


    Of course, this was purely numbers. In reality, he could be stronger or slightly weaker.


    Furthermore, let''s consider this [Heretic Inquisitor] trait. Despite Lucius'' foolish behavior, there was a reason why no one dared to covet his position as lord. Lucius was incredibly strong and merciless when his boundaries is crossed. Lucius'' line was very strict, especially concerning the lordship and honor his father had passed down to him, more so than his own or his family''s wealth.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    His filial piety towards his father, who died defeating the Demon King, was so extreme that anyone who coveted his lordship or insulted his father would be turned into minced meat on the spot.


    In Lucius'' cutscene, a bandit insulted and provoked Lucius'' father, knowing Lucius'' reputation as a pushover. Upon hearing this, Lucius lost all his temper and killed all the bandits with his mace.


    This scene seems to have been added to emphasize that Lucius wasn¡¯t just a pushover. But since such a strong character lived so passively, it frustrated users to no end.


    ¡°My Lord, are you awake?¡±


    I looked up. A woman was calling me from beyond the door. Did Lucius use honorifics with his servants? I couldn''t quite remember, but I figured Lucius would have used polite speech, so I decided to go with it for now. If I suddenly started speaking informally and acting high-handed, people would find it suspicious.


    ¡°Come in.¡±


    The door opened, and the first thing that caught my eye was a voluptuous chest. Then, a cute face with a few freckles came into view. She was dressed as a typical maid from a noble household, but her figure and face seemed out of ce for such work.


    Wondering if I could see her status window too, I thought to myself that I wanted to see it.


    Name: Aira


    Job: Swindler


    Favorability: 12


    Level: 6


    Stats


    Strength: 4


    Agility: 8


    Intelligence: 12


    Luck: 3


    Traits


    ountant


    As a result of working with finances for many years, she has be very proficient in ounting.


    Automatically organizes the territory''s operating expenses.


    Actor


    Can act other jobs.


    Currently acting as: Maid


    Skilled Thief


    Can unlock all locked doors below current level. This value is further modified based on the tools used.


    I finally understood the identity of this maid. While I didn¡¯t recognize the name Aira, I knew that a swindler under Lucius''mand held a significant position. In the beginning, there was a scene where Luciusmented that the person he entrusted with the ounting ledger ran off with the money. That scene was also a very important foreshadowing of Lucius being a fool.


    An ounting trait and the job of a swindler. I could tell. This, this b*tch is the culprit.


    Then I looked back at Aira¡¯s chest. Her hands were sped in front of her, making those melons even more prominent.


    ¡°Great luck.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°No, it''s nothing.¡±


    I was already looking forward to catching this b*tch.

 Chapter 1:

    EP 1 - I Have A n


    How wonderful it would be if everything in the world ran on inference and spection. There would be nothing better than my predictions holding true and people acted exactly as I wanted them to. The same went for exposing Aira. I wanted her to act suspiciously as soon as possible and present me with evidence.


    However, the only proof I had that Aira was a swindler was her status window. Since she hadn''t actually done anything yet, there''s still a long way to publicly shame her. Even if I used her, saying, ''You¡¯re a swindler!'' it¡¯s not like she would nicely reply with, ''Yes, I am!''


    If I recklessly pushed the usation that she was a swindler, it would just backfire and alert her. It''s easy to catch an impostor who has infiltrated from within, but once they turn into a thief, catching bes a hassle.


    In the game, Aira betrays Lucius just before the hero party arrives. Based on my scouring, Aira only recently started working at the mansion but was assigned to attend to the lord because of her exceptional work skills.


    Right. No matter how much of a pushover Lucius was, he wouldn¡¯t suddenly entrust ounting duties to a maid he didn¡¯t know. Aira must have worked by the lord¡¯s side for quite some time and was trusted by him.


    At this point, I needed to figure out exactly where I was in the game''s timeline. I currently have three urgent tasks: dealing with Aira, preventing the NTR event, and finally, defeating the Demon King.


    These three tasks were intertwined. The event where Sieri was forced to marry the NTR pig happens roughly a week to a month before the hero party arrives. The event where Aira embezzles money and flees also happens around a week before.Lastly, the Demon King''s resurrection would be about halfwayplete by the time the average four-member hero party arrives at Lucius'' territory.


    Why is the Demon King''s resurrection halfway done based on a four-member party? In [Heroine Legend], the game''s difficulty is adjusted based on the number of party members. Recruiting newpanions involves lengthy events which makes the in-game days pass quickly.


    So if the main character skips all the events and doesn''t recruit anypanions, and heads straight to the Demon King''s castle, the Demon King won''t even be resurrected. Instead, they will arrive just as the Demon King is about to gather the necessary sacrifices for the resurrection ritual and kill everyone involved.


    Conversely, if the main character recruits all hispanions bypleting various quests, they''ll engage in a bloody battle against a jacked-up Demon King, who has grown stronger in the meantime.


    Therefore, this is a game where the yer can choose to defeat the Demon King with a moderately leveled party or to take their time, and fight tooth and nail to win. But ording to my independent research, the prophecy designating the hero hasn''t been made yet, and the elf princess, who''s in the quest to vanquish the Demon King and eventually meets the hero, is still living peacefully in her forest.


    So, I started thinking that maybe I should just defeat the Demon King myself, since it will take a while till Aira''s betrayal or for the NTR pig to be fully active.


    Why? Because if the hero enters the mastermind''s mansion on his own without any events, they would be around level 20. The mastermind is merely an ambitious lord, one sh would be enough to dismember him.


    Even at level 20, you can one-shot the final boss.


    But Lucius is currently level 36, and he''s a priest specialized in ying demons. Plus, having yed the game, I know who the mastermind is. The mastermind''s domain is quite close to Lucius''s territory, blocked only by executives during normal gamey.


    It would take about a week for a round trip on horseback. I wouldn''t say it''s easy to get there, but it''s not too difficult either.


    However, since the prophecy designating the hero hasn''t been revealed yet, it means that there''s no sign of the Demon King''s resurrection, let alone any preparations. If I just barge into the mastermind''s house and massacre the entire family, I''ll just be branded as a crazy murderer.


    No matter how high Lucius'' reputation is, if hemits such acts, his reputation would only amount to, ¡°He didn''t seem like the kind of person to do that.¡± It wouldn''t do any defending. Even as a lord, killing people from another territory without due cause would immediately lead to territorial war or a trial. A trial would be a major headache in many ways.


    To summarize, the things I need to handle in time are dealing with Aira, blocking the NTR, and eradicating the Demon King. To defeat the Demon King, I need to go far. Since there''s still time before that, my immediate priority is to gather evidence against Aira and uproot the tumor.


    Why not just fire her? If you dismiss someone like her, she''ll juste back disguised as a thief next time. It''s annoying, so it''s better to catch her with solid evidence while in the mansion. Then, I can torment her as much as I want.


    She''s got a big chest and a pretty face. What else would you do with someone like that in an eroge?


    So I started nning how to punish Aira. If she didn''t show any suspicious signs, I would have to force her to reveal them. I had neither the time nor reason to sit around waiting for Aira tomit crime. ?


    Before nning, I began to observe Aira''s behavior patterns. The pink-haired, freckle-faced Aira wakes up every day at 6 a.m., checks on me, and prepares my clothes. After that, she cleans various parts of the building with the other maids and then the aftermath of the knights'' training in the territory.


    For reference, the knights have been loyal since the time of Lucius'' father, Sirius. They''re trustworthy. Even in the game, they say nothing else but express their concern or loyalty towards ''Lord Lucius.''


    After finishing the cleanup from the training, it¡¯s lunchtime. Aira eats lunch with the other maids and then immediately assists her lord in his duties. Since the territory is small, there are no major projects orrge expenses, so my work was pretty rxed.


    In fact, Aira looked more stressed standing beside me while I worked. She stood by her lord''s side during his work hours and brought me anything I needed immediately.


    "Could you fetch me some water?"


    "Yes."


    Having observed Aira, I concluded that she worked extremely hard. After work hours, she would clean the estate again after dinner during the evening cleaning time. And at night, the servants and maids take turns patrolling the mansion.


    Then she would wake up again at 6 a.m. and repeat the cycle. Starting the day at 6 a.m. with night shifts was grueling work.


    As it was a lord''s estate, the pay was quite good, but even with that in mind, the conditions were extremely tough. Maybe Aira wasn''t a swindler in the first ce, but decided to escape because she couldn''t endure the harsh working conditions?


    "Aira, isn''t the work hard?"


    "Pardon?"


    When I asked Aira if she was having a hard time, she looked at me with wide eyes and quickly shook her head. Despite the fatigue evident in her eyes, she didn''t seem willing to show it. Her shock,bined with the desperate head-shaking, was so convincing that I began to doubt if it''s really acting.


    And her breas?s that jiggled with each shake was mesmerizing as well. Her swaying pink hair was tied up like Anne of Green Gables, making her look like an innocent country girl.


    ¡°No! I¡¯m fine, My Lord. I should be trying harder to be of more help to My Lord, but I¡¯m not good enough¡­...¡±


    Of course, Aira''s saintly act was unmasked by that one overly ttering remark. In such harsh working conditions, anyone who says things like that was either shot in the head or had an ulterior motive. She should have just ended with ''I''m fine, it wasn''t hard at all.'' Excessive ttery tends to arouse suspicion.


    That evening, I started digging into Aira in earnest.


    I decided to entrust the investigation to Robin, the captain of the knights, whom I favored and was utterly loyal to Lucius in the game. But isn''t leaving such a task to the captain too much of a hassle? With only 10 knights in this small territory, the captain''s position was actually quite idle.


    Thanks to this, even if Captain Robin wandered around, the maids and servants only sees ''Robin'' and wouldn''t think much of it. Although I wondered if this was an appropriate image for a captain, I decided not to interfere since he was diligent in his work.


    A week after assigning Robin to monitor Aira, a report from Robinnded on my desk. Robin was perceptive of Aira''s presence nearby, with the paper he handed me, saying, ''Knights¡¯ Regr Patrol Report.'' I too, very nonchntly, looked at Aira and said.


    ¡°Could you fetch me some water?¡±


    Fetching water was probably the task that took Aira the longest. Since there are no water purifiers in this world, she had to bring water from the kitchen on the first floor to my office on the third floor.


    Once Aira was gone, I spoke to Robin.


    ¡°Report.¡±


    ¡°Yes. The maid Aira currently makes it a point that the people around her know that she is skilled in ounting, and periodically tells the head maid that her skills would be helpful to you, My Lord.¡±


    It was within the range of what I had expected. It might be difficult for her to take charge of the ounting books right now, but if she continues to appeal and show her sincerity like that, even the strict head maid would eventually give in and suggest to me to have Aira handle the ounting work.


    Once she takes over the ounting, she would start handlingrger sums of money, and to control each and every thing, it would be easy for her to run off with a significant amount. However, I didn''t n on waiting that long.


    ¡°And, there''s also talk that she regrly meets with the guard Karl...¡±


    ¡°Is that so?¡±


    This might just turn into a fun n. I didn''t care whether Aira was a virgin or not in the first ce. Given that she was fundamentally a swindler, she was likely promiscuous wherever she went.


    ¡°Robin, I have a n.¡±n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°Please speak, My Lord.¡±


    I felt the corners of my mouth rise.


    [Previous Chapter]

 Chapter 2:

    EP 2 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(1)


    Aira felt that Peta Lucius had been acting strangetely. She had always thought he was a bit odd, but she felt it even more recently. If the old Peta Lucius was strange because he was abnormal, the current Peta Lucius was strange because he was bing somewhat normal.


    The Peta Lucius she knew was like a saint descended from the heavens. He had no interest in worldly pursuits and only spent his time praying, conducting mass, and managing the estate.


    This was a fact Aira knew better than anyone, having worked closely with Lucius for the past two months. He was almost too pure to be human. That''s why he was an easy target to exploit.


    However, Lucius'' recent behavior was a bit strange. The man who had never shown a disheveled appearance was wearing his clothes a little askew or had messy hair while working.


    Additionally, he even asked about her well-being, something he had never done before, which made Aira wonder if the lord had finally gone mad. Or perhaps he had finallye to his senses.


    ¡°Is the work hard?¡±


    ¡°No! I¡¯m fine, My Lord. I should be trying harder to be of more help to My Lord, but I¡¯m not good enough¡­...¡± Something was off. No matter how much she thought about it, something felt wrong. Aira''s intuition, honed over 20 years of deception, were warning her that Lucius was very dangerous right now. His pointed ears, red and clear eyes, and his pale skin that''s whiter than white were all the same, yet there was something different about Lucius. The way his gaze swept over her was strange, and his moments of zoning out while working were suspicious.


    ¡°What could be strange? Maybe he''s fallen for you?¡±


    The guard Karl reassured Aira, who had told this story. He confidently stated that Lucius was biggest pushover he had ever seen, and would remain so. Karl shamelessly showed no gratitude for the lord who had taken him in.


    ¡°No, I really feel something is off. Did he notice something?¡±


    ¡°Eh, notice what? Did you ever ask Lucius to give you the ounting work?¡±


    ¡°Only to the head maid. I didn''t directly ask to do the ounting, I just said I was confident.¡±


    ¡°Look. If he thought you were suspicious, he¡¯d just give you some other task. Why would he keep you around?¡±


    ¡°Is that so?¡±


    Aira nodded, agreeing with Karl¡¯s optimism. Soldier Karl. A corrupt soldier who sold his lord for 2 gold for gambling debt. Karl had proposed running away together with Aira, while Aira nned to escape alone with the lord¡¯s money. A gambler was even less trustworthy than a swindler. Especially one who earns 10 silver but had 2 gold in gambling debt.


    ¡°Where should we build our newlywed home? Should we go all the way to the capital?¡±


    ¡°That sounds good.¡±


    Aira fell into Karl¡¯s embrace and once again mocked the guard¡¯s stupidity. Proposing to rob the territory of a former hero and live in the capital. With that kind of judgment, it was no wonder he was still just a guard. Aira was nning to take the money and run as far away as possible.


    Karl¡¯s role was essentially over once he wrote the rmendation for Aira to work as a maid in the estate. The only reason why Aira hadn¡¯t ditched him yet was if snitched, they¡¯d both be finished.


    Aira was busy with maid duties every day. Getting up at 6 AM and doing 30-minute patrols at night was taking a toll on her, but the thought of stealing the lord''s fortune kept her motivated. Peta Lucius had a lot of money, so he wouldn¡¯t mind sharing a bit, would he? Imagining Luciusughing off the theft made Aira smile.


    The maid work was tough. But this was the biggest job she had ever done. If she seeded this time, she could live a life of luxury, doing whatever she wanted.


    And for Aira, that opportunity came quickly.


    One day, while Robin was contemting something in front of the warehouse, he specifically called out to Aira. Robin opened the warehouse door without any caution and pointed to a piece of furniture inside.


    ¡°I need some help moving this.¡±


    ¡°Yes, understood.¡±


    Aira didn¡¯t know why he asked her instead of a male servant, but she went in and started pushing the furniture. As she looked around, she noticed several expensive-looking antiques in the warehouse. ?


    In the center was arge jar adorned with jewels, surrounded by various ornaments. Aira thought she could stuff all the ornaments into the jar and make a clean getaway.


    After sweeping it all up, she nned to tell Karl she was going to sell the stolen goods. Then, disappear after disposing everything herself. She couldn¡¯t help but smile at the thought of getting her hands on a lot of money. She gritted her teeth to hide her smile from Robin as she lifted the desk.


    The desk was very light for its size, so even Aira could move it with ease.


    After taking the desk out of the warehouse, Robin exined apologetically.


    ¡°Good work. We need to rece the desk in the captain¡¯s office, and I didn¡¯t want it damaged by the warehouse¡¯s threshold.¡±


    ¡°Yes, I understand.¡±


    Robin locked the warehouse again. Aira didn¡¯t miss the clearly visiblebination on the lock. This meant she didn¡¯t have to wait to get the ounting duties. Looting the warehouse in one go would definitely be more profitable than looking for an opportunity to steal from the ounts. Coincidentally, her night patrol was scheduled for early the next morning, and Karl had the day off.


    Aira was growing tired of the tedious maid work. Karl was also fretting over his gambling debts, so he definitely wouldn¡¯t object to this n.


    But contrary to Aira¡¯s expectations, Karl was very reluctant when she suggested robbing the warehouse. It was the most hesitant and timid she had ever seen him.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    ¡°The things in there. They''re probably the keepsake of the lord¡¯s father.¡±


    ¡°So?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you know how sensitive Lord Lucius is about that? He keeps saying the estate has no money, but he never touches those items. They¡¯re more important to him than the territory itself.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s the use of saving them? Wouldn¡¯t his father be happier if we used them well?¡±


    ¡°Hey hey. Think carefully. If we get caught, we¡¯re dead.¡±


    ¡°Listen, Karl. There won¡¯t be another chance like this. I have the third-floor night patrol at 3 AM tomorrow, and you¡¯re off that day. I¡¯ll unlock the warehouse and hand the goods to you. After passing the shift to the next patrol, no one will know.¡±


    ¡°But......¡±


    ¡°Today was the first time I saw that warehouse open while working here. I haven¡¯t seen the lord open it. The warehouse was covered in dust, and those poor babies were buried in it. Don¡¯t you think the lord doesn¡¯t know about the warehouse? Huh?¡±


    ¡°Okay, I got it.¡±


    Karl eventually sumbed to Aira¡¯s persuasion. Aira was convinced her n was perfect. Luckily, Karl¡¯s shift had been adjusted to coincide with her early patrol. Who would have believed such luck was on her side? It was as if someone was watching her every move, encouraging her to steal.


    At the appointed time, Aira confirmed the lord was asleep and opened the door to let Karl in. There were others patrolling the first and second floors, but bringing a lover into the dormitory at dawn wasn''t umon, so the patrol maid didn¡¯t say anything. She just put a finger to her lips and made a shushing gesture to Aira.


    Aira smiled and went upstairs with Karl. The patrol maid made a quick round of the corridor and then went into her room. Everyone knew that no one would rob this small estate anyway.


    Aira held Karl¡¯s hand as they went up to the third floor. There were no security devices in the third-floor warehouse. Larger estates supposedly had magical security devices in their warehouses, but Aira had never found any trace of magic in this estate, let alone a mage.


    Aira moved carefully, lowering her footsteps. The warehouse had a clean, new-looking lock. Using the moonlight, Aira entered thebination, and the lock opened with a loud click.


    Startled, their hearts almost stopped. The two looked at each other, then finally at the lord¡¯s room. The lord seemed to be deeply asleep as there was no reaction. Aira sighed in relief and slowly removed the lock.


    She then slowly began to open the warehouse door. Through the crack, she saw the luxurious jar and the beautiful ornaments around it. Aira and Karl¡¯s eyes glittered with greed as they cautiously opened the door. Even before it was fully open, Karl had already stepped into the warehouse. And¡ª


    Kkang-!


    A heavy mace flew at Karl¡¯s face. Before he could react, a cool note sent Karl crashing into the opposite wall. The lord who had sted Karl in a batting form emerged from the warehouse, smiling with satisfaction.


    Without time to understand the situation, Aira ran to Karl to check his condition. He was twitching and his tongue was out, it couldn''t go any more wrong. Thinking quickly, Aira spoke up.


    ¡°T-this guy threatened me...¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t be silly, Aira.¡±


    Lucius swung the mace, but then kicked Aira''s head instead. With a heavy thud, Aira copsed on the floor and passed out. Only then did Lucius wake up Robin, who had been sleeping in the corner of the warehouse.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    ¡°Robin. Wake up.¡±


    ¡°Ah, ah? My Lord! The thief? What happened to the thief?¡±


    ¡°There.¡±


    Lucius pointed to the convulsing Karl and the unconscious Aira on the floor. Karl¡¯s eyes were rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth as he giggled. Airay with her head on the floor, with her plump rear sticking up.


    ¡°My Lord, this guy is smiling?¡±


    ¡°Leave him. He must be having a good dream.¡±


    Lucius took a deep breath. Everything was going ording to n.


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 Chapter 3:

    EP 3 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(2)


    Name: Karl


    Job: Guard


    Level: 12


    Stats


    * Currently inactive due to negative traits


    Traits


    Idiot Recently received a severe blow to the head. Until this trait is removed, all stats and trait effects are nullified.


    Remaining time until trait is lifted: * This trait cannot be removed.


    I nodded as I examined Karl''s condition, sprawled on the floor. I gave him a sympathetic look and offered a quick prayer, which felt better. I wondered what I would do if he died, but I ended up beating him worse than dead.


    ¡°Robin.¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll interrogate Aira, lock up Karl downstairs.¡±


    ¡°Yes, understood.¡±


    Robin grabbed Karl¡¯s legs and started dragging him away. Even so, Karl was happilyughing to himself. While going down the stairs, Robin didn''t pay any attention to Karl''s condition, so every time they hit a step, Karl¡¯s head banged against the floor.


    Kung! Kung!


    * Karl''s trait "Idiot" is strengthened.


    * Karl''s trait "Idiot" is strengthened.


    I wondered what would happen if he continued like that down from the third floor. I decided to forget about Karl¡¯s condition. There was no need to worry about a bas?ard who would betray his lord for gambling debts.


    I carried Aira and brought her to my room. Since Aira was responsible for the morning duties, no one would disturb my pleasant morning time. After all, she''s already here sleeping.


    This crazy fanatic lord made the windows in his room so damn small that when the door is locked, there was no way for Aira to escape. Was this room originally intended for confinement?


    I began to examine Aira¡¯s face closely. Her cute face was highlighted by the light freckles on her cheeks. Her eyshes were longer than expected, and her droopy eyes gave her an innocent look. Moreover, her breasts were quiterge, emphasized even through the loose maid uniform.


    I lightly tapped Aira¡¯s cheek to wake her up. Just in case, I called up her status window, and fortunately, it seemed that she had not taken the Idiot trait, and only the Abnormal Status: Unconscious, was disyed next to her name.


    Since she would remain unconscious for another minute, I decided toy her on the bed and wait. Sitting in the chair watching Aira on the bed made me strangely feel like someone looking at his dying girlfriend.


    ¡°Ughwak!¡±


    Was she trying to surprise me? Aira suddenly jolted awake and sprang up. She looked around, then shrank and started trembling.


    ¡°Awake?¡±


    ¡°W-who¡­ Ah, My, My Lord! That¡­. Wh, where¡­.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s my room. You¡¯ve been here many times.¡±


    "Ah yes¡­. Th-that''s true, but¡­..¡±


    Aira was shaking. Seeing this, I couldn¡¯t stopughing. Herself lying on the bed. A closed room. Alone with the lord who could kill a man at a moment''s notice. The perfect environment was crafted for Aira to be psychologically cornered. ?


    Aira was just a petty swindler. This situation alone was enough to scare her.


    ¡°Aira. Do you know what you did wrong?¡±


    "Ah, that¡­. re, really Karl¡­. Karl threatened me.....¡±


    It¡¯s a tant lie. There was not the slightest chance that Aira was innocent. In the first ce, that room Aira believed to be a warehouse was just an empty room with a single jar. It''s just something that Robin and I recently filled with trash.


    How would Karl have known about such a room? Aira must have told him. Aira had swindler as a job, and regrly contacted Karl. Why would she tell Karl about it? To loot the warehouse, obviously.


    ¡°Why should I believe you? I trusted you, but now I¡¯m hurt.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ I¡¯m really sorry¡­ Please spare my life¡­ I¡­ I really am innocent¡­¡±


    ¡°I will spare you.¡±


    Aira kept making useless excuses. I was tired of hearing her bullsh*t, so I cut her off. Of course, I intended to spare her for now. When I said I would spare her, Aira looked at me with wide eyes.


    She really thought I would kill her.


    ¡°R-really?¡±


    Her eyes were stained red. The way her hands were shaking looked really innocent and cute. I gently stroked Aira''s braids and nced at her chest. It was always a captivating sight.


    Following my gaze to her chest, Aira flinched and stepped back in surprise.


    ¡°Wh-what...?¡±


    I climbed onto the bed, following Aira. She stuttered.


    ¡°I-I¡¯ll scream.¡±


    ¡°Go ahead. You got caught trying to steal from the lord''s mansion. You''re being educated. Scream all you want.¡±


    In this world, criminals have no rights. Even if I skinned Karl¡¯s face and put it on Aira for fun, there may be moral criticism, but legally, no one can say anything to me.


    Who would dare call it unjust if I, the one judging crimes in this territory, deemed it so?


    ¡°You''re a p-priest!¡±


    Knowing this, Aira tried to protect herself by bringing up the fact that I was a priest. But I responded.


    ¡°So what?¡±


    ¡°C-can a priest do this? This is rape!¡±


    ¡°Rape? I don''t think so.¡±


    ¡°Wh-what do you mean it isn¡¯t? Th-this is...¡±


    My hand lightly brushed Aira''s leg. When I slightly lifted her skirt, her moderately fleshy thighs were revealed. When my hand touched her thigh, Aira closed her legs and tried to push my hand away.


    But I inserted my hand even deeper into her skirt, caressing the back of her thigh and grabbing her buttock. I could feel the fold of her panties clinging to her firm @ss.


    I said, feeling the soft fabric.


    ¡°This is punishment. Understand? It¡¯s a punishment in the name of this lord.¡±


    ¡°Ah


    Aira iled her hands to get away from me, but was quickly caught. I pushed Aira onto the bed and began to slowly remove her maid top. There were many buttons, so it took some time to take it off.


    ¡°P-please... My Lord...¡±


    ¡°You must have called me differently when you were stealing. Are you showing me respect now?¡±


    I was irritated by Aira''s constant whining and the difficulty of taking off her clothes. So I grabbed the hem with one hand and tore it forcefully.


    ¡°Kyaaa!¡±


    Aira screamed and covered her chest. Her breas?s, tightly bound by her bra, spilled out. I grabbed both of Aira''s wrists and spread them wide. Her pink nipples and voluptuous mounds were on full disy.


    ¡°Uh... sob...¡±


    I whispered to the continually whimpering Aira.


    ¡°Keep whining and I''ll kill you.¡±


    ying a role requires the other person to y along. If imitating Lucius didn¡¯t work, I had no choice but to revert to my original self. It seemed the threat worked, as Aira forcibly held back her tears and bit her lip. Only then did I feel I could peacefully focus on the punishment.


    ¡°See? Isn¡¯t that better? Look here. Look won''t you?¡±


    I forcibly turned Aira''s face to make her look at me. Her face was already smeared with tears, but it didn¡¯t hide her cute features.


    ¡°Smile. This lord is sparing your life with just a punishment, so why aren¡¯t you smiling?¡±


    Aira gave a forced smile at that. Her upturned lips were obviously coerced, anyone could see it from a mile. Regardless, I slowly started massaging her breas?s. As I kneaded them like dough, I lightly stuck out my tongue and gently licked around her are0Ia.


    ¡°Mm-mph...¡±


    Aira covered her mouth and tried to suppress her sounds. I hadn¡¯t told her to hold back her m0ans, but I decided to leave her be because this side was more sIu??y by my standards.


    As I moved around her are0Ia, I puckered my lips and lightly sucked on her n*ppIe.


    ¡°Hnngh!¡±


    Each time, Aira twisted her body in surprise. After I lightly teased her n*ppIe, I leaned down and lowered my vision even further. The long skirt came into view. Having already torn most of it, I simply ripped off the rest.


    White underwear caught my eye. With one hand, I continued to rub around her n*ppIe, while I lightly traced her panties with the other.


    ¡°


    Aira still covered her mouth and turned her head away. She was like a fun toy. Every time I pressed or poked through her panties, she would show a different reaction.


    As I massaged the mound through her panties, I gradually noticed the fabric getting damp. Seeing the shape of her slit clearly outlined on her panties, I grinned.


    And I lowered the hand that was fondling her chest and yanked down her panties in one swift motion.


    ¡°¡­.Ahhh!¡±


    Aira reflexively lowered her hand to cover her privates. I lifted her hand back up and used my thigh to force her tightly closed legs apart.


    And then I started to appraise Aira¡¯s body. With only the socks reaching her ankles remaining, she boasts quite an impressive figure. Her breas?s wererge enough to overflow from my palms, and her thighs and hips were perfectly sculpted to entice a man.


    Her p*ssy, glistening with her love juices, was partly hidden behind pink pubic hair. I pushed her thighs up, spreading Aira''s p*ssy wide in full view.


    Aira looked away, covering her face.


    Her sli? quivered, leaking viscous fluid bit by bit.


    I swirled my hand around her entrance before carefully inserting a finger inside.


    ¡°Eeek¡­.. Mmp¡­!¡±


    Aira was startled by the action and twisted her body. As a result, her insides clenched around my finger. But even without Aira''s movement, the inside of her vag*na was tight. Slowly moving my finger back and forth, her body responded with each motion.


    ¡°Hmm¡­ mm¡­ ug


    Seeing her force in the moans was so arousing that I couldn''t help but caress her cheek. She forced a smile, as if trying to show she wasn''t crying.


    I responded to her smile with one of my own and began exploring the inside of her deep cave with my finger. I needed to loosen her up enough before the main event. Every time my finger stirred her walls, Aira squirmed while trying to suppress her moans.


    Every time Aira moved her legs, clear fluid would trickle down her valley.


    By the time the squelching sounds filled the room and soaked my bedsheets, Aira was already panting heavily while covering her mouth. Her face was flushed red, and she seemed ready to ept me at any moment, even forgetting to close her legs and staring nkly at the ceiling.


    I climbed on top of Aira and took off my pants. Aira''s eyes widened in surprise as my big pen*s blessed her sights, before quickly looking away.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The best thing about being reincarnated in this body was this pen*s. Compared to Lucius'' frame, this d*ck was truly massive. I was very confident that I would win any sexpetition or NTR.


    I aligned my d*ck with Aira''s slit and slowly started rubbing it. Aira began to let out pitiful moans under the pressure.


    ¡°Ah... Aeu... eugh...¡±


    And then, she seemed to realize what she had done and hastily covered her mouth. I whispered in her ear.


    ¡°Endure as much as you can, okay?¡±


    As soon as Aira nodded, I pierced through her slit at once.


    ¡°Ah... umph!¡±


    Aira flinched and covered her mouth. Her body twisted in surprise from the sudden entrance of myrge size. She tried to escape but I pressed her shoulders back down, and slowly began to pull my p*nis out of her v*gina.


    ¡°Eu¡­ umm... mph...¡±


    Aira felt me pulling out of her body and let out a faint moan, exhaling heavily. But before the shock in her body could subside, I thrust into her again.


    ¡°Eup!¡­ eugh...!¡±


    Aira''s body reacted with a jerk, and she clung to me. I held her body tight and slowly started moving my hips. Her walls throbbed like living slime. When I moved my hips strongly, they responded strongly, and when I moved slowly, they responded slowly.


    ¡°Eup... eup... Umph... eup...! Ugh...¡±


    Aira clung to my back and desperately tried to endure the moans. I couldn''t help but get excited. I lifted Aira''s hips to create a good angle for me to thrust deeper, and then started moving my hips strongly again.


    Pang! Pang!


    The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded explicitly.


    ¡°Ugh...uh...uh...uh...mm...mhm...!¡±


    Overwhelmed by the shame of the lewd sounds and the pleasure piercing through her body, Aira''s mouth finally began to open.


    ¡°Ah...uh...s-stop...uhh...ah...!¡±


    I didn''t want to stop. My entire body was burning with pleasure, and I intensified my thrusts into Aira''s body.


    ¡°Aaang! Ah! Uhh! Hah! S, stop it...ple...ugh...h...ahh!¡±


    Liquid sshed everywhere. I squeezed Aira¡¯s breas?s firmly, kneading them while exploring her lips with mine.


    ¡°Ugh...uh...! Ugh...! HmmMm!¡±


    Aira unconsciously opened her mouth to ept my tongue, and our tongues intertwined, saliva dripping out of her mouth. I licked my lips and looked at Aira. Her face was soaked in pleasure, capable of nothing but moans.


    ¡°Ah! Ah! Hah! S-stop...! Hng! Ah...it''s...it feels weird...uh!¡±


    I pounded even faster to release the overwhelming sense of ej*cuIation.


    ¡°Aah...! Uh-uh...! Uh...geu...aak...!¡±


    My brain turned white with pleasure.


    ¡°Ugh!¡±


    ¡°Aaaaaaahhh!¡±


    The semen I poured into Aira''s vagina swirled around inside and seeped into her womb. Aira was shaking and screaming as she hugged me. After a while, I pulled out my satisfied d*ck and looked at Aira.


    ¡°Hah...hah...is, is it...over...now...?¡±


    Aira asked me with a bright red face. I wiped my body with a towel that was beside my desk.


    ¡°It''s just the beginning. Do you think one punishment will be enough?¡±


    ¡°Ha...haha...¡±


    Airaughed, then fainted. I''ll have to keep her locked up below until the next punishment.


    [Previous Chapter]

 Chapter 4:

    EP 4 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(3)


    Lucius'' position is a Southern High Priest.


    Not an inquisitor, pdin, or battle priest, but a high priest.


    What is a high priest? In [Heroine Legend], Lucius'' role as a high priest was not well portrayed because he just breaks monsters'' skulls with a mace. However, a regional high priest wields absolute power within their jurisdiction among the followers.


    He holds the authority over the appointment and transfer of priests and nuns, and also have the power to mediateints and disputes raised by them. To put it bluntly, if he didn¡¯t care about the aftermath, he could sleep with every nun in the southern region.


    Why am I bringing this up?


    Because using this power makes it incredibly easy to block that dirty NTR scenario. The day after I carried out the appropriate ¡®punishment¡¯ to Aira, I used the power of the Southern High Priest to summon Sieri to my domain.


    Name: Sieri


    Job: Nun affiliated with the Southern Branch of the Great Celestial ChurchFavorability: 78


    Level: 10


    Stats


    Strength: 5


    Agility: 10


    Intelligence: 24


    Luck: 10


    Traits


    Skilled ountant


    A talented individual who has managed the finances of an organization for a long time. Organizes the estate''s finances more efficiently.


    Woodworking


    Can create tools using wood.


    Naivety


    Having devoted herself to religion, she still knows nothing.


    Walk her through step by step.


    Sieri¡¯s stats were much better than expected. Managing the branch¡¯s finances and household ount alone, it was expected that she would have the ountant trait. However, she also unexpectedly had a woodworking trait and the naivety trait, which can only be described as s?upid.


    Moreover, her favorability for me was over 70. I still don''t know what''s the maximum favorability in this game yet, but if a childhood friend character has 78, it¡¯s likely 100 was the maximum.


    ¡°Ah, greetings, My Lord...¡±


    Sieri hesitated, bowing her head in greeting. As she slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, her white ankles were revealed. When she bowed her head, her neatly grown orange hair cascaded down like a waterfall. I wanted to bury my face in her lustrous hair, but I had to restrain myself for now. Sitting like a lord, I began to admire Sieri''s face.


    Seeing Sieri for the first time since the NTR development in the game, she was truly a beautiful girl. Herrge green eyes evoked a protective instinct, and her delicate features seemed to plead innocence, ¡®I don''t know anything.¡¯


    Although her chest was a bit small, it was only smallpared to a cow like Aira. She was about the size of an average adult woman. I didn''t know about her butt yet since I hadn''t seen them bare. But the nuns'' skirts were quite billowy, making her look like a fashion model for a hip photo shoot.


    ¡°Nice to meet you, Sieri. Have you been doing well?¡±


    ¡°Ah... well... yes...¡±


    Sieri nodded hesitantly. She was lying; she couldn¡¯t have been doing well. Her territory''s lord kept pestering her, her family was buried in debt that couldn¡¯t be paid off with a nun¡¯s sry, and the church itself was struggling financially due to ack of donations. With the main branch of the Southern Great Celestial Church right next door, donations didn¡¯t flow into Sieri¡¯s territory''s church.


    The wealthy sent their donations directly to the Southern Great Celestial Church branch where I served as high priest, trying to gain my favor. The poor couldn¡¯t donate much, and even when they did, it wasn¡¯t substantial.


    I could solve both the donation issue and Sieri¡¯s debt problem. First, I nned to transfer Sieri to my mansion. With the estate suffering from financial difficulties and having reduced staff significantly, there were many empty rooms in the mansion. It would be easy to feed and house one Sieri.


    Since Sieri''s family originally lived by farming, I could just give them a bit ofnd. Their debt, though significant formoners, was trivial from the estate¡¯s perspective.


    ¡°Actually, I was nning to transfer Sieri.¡±


    ¡°Transfer... me?¡±


    ¡°Yes. You can move to our territory with your family.¡±


    ¡°I would need permission from the lord first...¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s the High Priest''s order, that would be unnecessary. Sieri, I¡¯ll send someone to your family, so stay here from today.¡±


    There really was no need. The lord couldn¡¯t interfere with the high priest¡¯s personnel transfers. That''s why the lord hadn¡¯t directly touched Sieri before getting permission for marriage. You''re legally doomed if you touched an unmarried nun.


    "Yes? No, if you do that suddenly... Besides, there¡¯s no one else in the church who''ll handle ounting.¡±


    Nonsense. In thatrge church, only Sieri knew how to do ounting? Looking at the personnel transfer records, Sieri had only been there for about three years. Before her, someone else must have been in charge. They can figure that out. If it''s really too difficult, they could just request an ountant from the central headquarters. No matter which way you look at it, if an ountant was needed, there was no reason for Sieri to be needed in that territory.


    I stood up and gently ced a hand on Sieri¡¯s shoulder. I felt her flinch and shrink away.


    ¡°Sieri, the lord over there has been bothering you a lot, hasn''t he?¡±


    ¡°Pardon? T-that¡¯s...¡±


    No matter how innocent Sieri seemed, she knew enough about the world. She was probably worried that a wrong word here could bring trouble. Even though we were childhood friends, we''re currently in a high priest-nun rtionship and neighbors in adjacent estates. Since every word could easily be gossip, Sieri had to be cautious.


    ¡°I know everything, Sieri. I¡¯m here to save you, don¡¯t worry.¡±


    ¡°S-save me?¡±


    Sieri''s shoulders were so delicate they seemed like they could break with just a little pressure. Gripping those shoulders while pounding her would probably feel amazing. When her skirt brushed against my clothes, it made a weird sound. I carefully removed my hand from her shoulder and stepped back.


    The scent of the Great Celestial Church perfume worn by nuns made me feel dazed. Nodding, I said.


    ¡°I want you to help me with my work, Sieri.¡±


    ¡°Help with your work? I¡¯m not that capable of a person....¡±


    Sieri shook her head and politely declined. Each time she did, her skirt swayed, making me think I might develop a fetish for Great Celestial Church nuns. I felt an urge to lift her skirt that reached down to her ankles.


    ¡°The truth is, I don¡¯t have anyone to handle ounting in my estate right now. I¡¯d like you to take on that role, Sieri. The affairs of my estate are closely tied to the church''s business, so I can¡¯t entrust it to an outside ountant.¡±


    ¡°Ah¡­ yes. Alright.¡±


    Sieri reluctantly nodded in agreement to my persuasion. It was indeed a matter that couldn''t be helped. If she had anyints, her only option would be to be the high priest herself.


    ¡°And Sieri.¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°Lucius. Can you call me that? Just like the old times.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    Sieri stumbled backward, flustered. After a moment of contemtion, she shook her bright red face and replied.


    ¡°Oh, no! I can¡¯tmit such sphemy¡­¡±


    ¡°Alright. If you ever feel like calling me thatter, please don''t hesitate, Sieri. I¡¯ll be waiting.¡±


    ¡°Yes¡­¡±


    Sieri nodded, her face turning bright red. It was a bit of a problem that this world didn''t disy changes in favorability on a status window, but judging by Sieri¡¯s status, I had a rough guess.


    Name: Sieri


    Job: Nun of the Southern Branch of the Great Celestial Church


    Favorability: 82


    It seemed like I could make her fall for me quite easily.


    And then the next day, there was amotion at the front gate. I went downstairs to the first floor to check if by any chance Aira had bitten her tongue. Someone seemed to have died at the gate. In the yard, the body was covered with a cloth and handed over to the family.


    I asked.


    ¡°Robin, someone died?¡±


    ¡°Yes. It was Karl, the warehouse thief. This morning, I pped him a few times to interrogate him, but he didn¡¯t wake up. So I checked his pulse and found he was already dead. We¡¯re now handing him over to his family.¡±


    It seemed that he killed the bastard after repeatedly smashing his head against the stairs. From Robin¡¯s perspective, Karl died early this morning, but to me, it was clear that he was already dead when Robin dragged him to the basement. Poor Karl. I mourned his death silently.


    ¡°Have you exined the circumstances of his death to his family?¡±n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°Not yet. I haven¡¯t exined it...¡±


    ¡°Tell them he died while we were subduing him during his attempted warehouse theft.¡±


    Saying he was repeatedly bashed against the stairs might be too much.


    ¡°Yes, understood.¡±


    I instructed Robin on how to handle the situation and turned away. I needed to check on Aira in the basement to see if she had bitten her tongue or hanged herself.


    But seeing that Robin, who visited the dungeon at dawn, hadn''t said anything, it seemed she was still alive.


    When I opened the door to the dungeon, I was greeted by the musty smell of moss and the damp air. The stone walls of the dungeon were covered with much moss and mold, that it felt like you''ll contract every disease in the world just by touching them.


    Aira was confined in the far corner of the dungeon. Chained by her ankles, she simply looked at the floor with a resigned expression.


    ¡°Are you reflecting on your actions, Aira?¡±


    Aira didn¡¯t respond and kept her eyes on the floor. Was she pretending to be crazy to gain my sympathy? I checked Aira¡¯s status window.


    Name: Aira


    Job: Swindler


    Favorability: 0


    Level: 6


    Stats


    Strength: 3


    Agility: 7


    Intelligence: 7


    Luck: 0


    Traits


    ountant


    As a result of working with finances for many years, she has be very proficient in ounting.


    Automatically organizes the territory''s operating expenses.


    Actor


    Can act other jobs.


    Currently acting as: Madman


    Skilled Thief


    Can unlock all locked doors below current level. This value is further modified based on the tools used.


    Imprisoned


    Currently restrained and detained, resulting in stat penalties.


    She can even act as a ¡®madman¡¯. It was definitely a great talent. If I could somehow persuade her, she might be useful as a spy. But she would surely continue pretending to be insane no matter what I said, so I decided to leave her alone for now.


    When I went up to the first floor, there wererge wagons waiting in front of the gate. I knew what those wagons were. They belonged to the tenant farmers who paid rent and farmed thend in this territory.


    Come to think of it, I need to deal with those bastards too.


    [Previous Chapter]

 Chapter 5:

    EP 5 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(4)


    ¡°Lord Lucius! Have you been well?¡±


    A tenant farmer greeted me with his head bowed. Wait, were they really tenant farmers? Was it the neighboring lord greeting me? I squinted, as I couldn''t tell who the other person was.


    He was riding a donkey because he was too fat to walk, with three ves in tow despite being a tenant farmer. From the looks of it, even if I hadn''t yed the original game, I could be sure that this guy was stealing grain.


    In this game, tenant farmers were likendlords who rentednd and harvested it on behalf of others. In reality, the rtionship between tenant farmers and lords was a bit moreplex, but it seemed the game didn¡¯t bother to urately portray that.


    Thanks to this, I encountered this distorted rtionship between tenant farmers and lords.


    ¡°Yes. Have you been well? Uh¡­¡±


    I couldn¡¯t remember that bastard¡¯s name, so I thought to myself that I wanted to see the status window of that tenant farmer.


    Name: Gilder BalpaJob: Tenant Farmer of the Peta Family


    Level: 10


    Stats


    Strength: 8


    Agility: 2


    Intelligence: 15


    Luck: 20


    Traits


    Farmer


    Can efficiently cultivate grains on farnd.


    Obese


    Penalty to Agility.


    Embezzlement


    Skilled in evading taxes.


    Works to maximize personal gain.


    ¡°Gilder Balpa. How was this year¡¯s harvest?¡±


    The tenant farmer proudly removed the cover from the cart he had brought. About half of the wagon was filled with sacks. He said this while wiping away tears.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, My Lord. This year was another bad harvest... I could only bring this much produce.¡±


    Why was his job listed as tenant farmer? Wasn¡¯t he just a scammer? I stepped outside the gate and scanned the wagon. Even though only half of the wagon was filled with sacks, each sack was tightly packed, as if he had put in considerable effort.


    It was quite a significant amount, despite the tenant farmer skimming off the top. In other words, if these guys were dealt properly, the ounting of the territory could be maintained transparently and cleanly.


    ¡°Another bad harvest, you say? That¡¯s strange. I¡¯ve been praying diligently and confirmed that thend is fertile.¡±


    ¡°Ah, it... It seems that my poor farming skills are not enough to fully utilize thend¡¯s potential.¡±


    ¡°Does that mean I lose money by hiring you? God doesn¡¯t solve everything for us, Balpa. Human effort is needed to achieve the best results.¡±


    ¡°Oh, no, that¡¯s not what I meant, My Lord. Next year, I¡¯ll make sure to show you better results.¡±


    The tenant farmer was flustered. Naturally. Up until now, whenever he said it was a bad harvest, the lord would simply respond with, ¡°I see! We need to pray more!¡± and then just take whatever harvest was given. If I were in his position, I would also be tempted to take advantage of such a situation.


    But now, the situation has changed. I know that these bastards were grave offenders who have no say even if I killed them on the spot. And I need money. I''ve realized in my time as a lord that the territory''s ie was ridiculously lowpared to the annual expenses.


    If it weren¡¯t for the dignity maintenance fee for the Southern High Priest and the donations to the territory¡¯s church, this territory would have gone bankrupt long ago. So, I needed to kill everyst one of these bloodsucking parasites.


    ¡°Robin, prepare the horses.¡±


    I quickly called for Robin. The tenant farmer looked at me with a puzzled face. I asked.


    ¡°Why are you looking at me like that, Balpa? Hurry and get on your donkey too.¡±


    ¡°W-what¡¯s the matter...?¡±


    ¡°I''ll be visiting thend I lent you. Lead the way. We¡¯re leaving right now.¡±


    Robin brought over two horses. These horses, which were the most luxuriously cared for in the estate, were so fat they looked like pig kebabs shaped like horses.


    ¡°...Why are the horses like this?¡±


    ¡°Neither the lord nor I have had any reason to go on horseback¡­¡±


    ¡°...From now on, make sure they get regr exercise.¡±


    Crazy bas?ards. They hadn¡¯t even taken the horses out for walks. It seemed like I would have to educate the knight servants. Even in a peaceful territory, some standards must be maintained.


    As we mounted our horses, the tenant farmer, trembling even more, climbed onto his donkey. When the pig-like farmer mounted, the donkey let out a dying wail. Perhaps it was the farmer himself who screamed, but I decided not to care about that.


    ¡°Lead the way, Balpa. Right now.¡±


    Seeing this bas?ard writhing in an epileptic fit, it seemed he hadn¡¯t sold the harvest yet. He should have sold it first and brought what was left to leave fewer traces of evidence. But with no interference for so long, he hadpletely let his guard down.


    ¡°Balpa, get moving. Are you nning on making us lead?¡±


    ¡°I-I¡¯m going.¡±


    The tenant farmer slowly turned around, with a face more forlorn than a cow being dragged to a ughterhouse. The way he was slowing down made me think he hoped that Robin and I would die of old age on the way to the farm, so I pushed him harder.


    ¡°Balpa, move faster. Why are you dawdling?¡±


    Yes, yes! I understand.¡±


    Hearing my urging, Balpa spurred his donkey harder and rode ahead. The donkey let out a shriek and twisted its body. The horses Robin and I rode were already panting heavily and sticking out their tongues.


    I patted the horses¡¯ heads and asked Robin.


    ¡°Robin, do you have anything to say as the head of the knights?¡±


    ¡°...I have no excuse.¡±


    I thought I could resolve things with just a few fixes, but it was safe to say that the entire estate was rotten. How messed up was the territory if even the lord''s horses were so poorly managed? Where should I even begin? I felt a headacheing.


    As a result, what should have been a one-hour ride took us three hours. As soon as we arrived at the farnd and dismounted, the horses copsed, breathing heavily. Robin stood motionless next to me, his head hanging low.


    Though, in this case, it wasn¡¯t really Robin¡¯s fault. He couldn¡¯t take out the horses without my permission, and I doubt the original Lucius would have paid any attention to the knights¡¯ training. If the lord neglected the horses, those managing them would naturally bezy too.


    ¡°Follow me, Robin. We need to inspect this farnd first.¡±


    I dragged Robin, who kept apologizing, and looked around the tenant farmer''s farm. In the middle of the farnd stood a luxurious building that looked like a noble''s vi. I knew what this building was.


    In [Heroine Legend], this was the first building yers encountered upon entering Peta territory. By exploring the basement of this building, yers could infer from all the stockpile that the tenant farmer was secretly stealing grain.


    ¡°Ah, well... as you can see... there¡¯s nothing here.¡±


    The tenant farmer pointed to the empty fields, as if clinging to the hope that he might still survive. If he thought I would just inspect the farnd and leave, he was clearly an idio?.


    ¡°Open the door to the house.¡±


    ¡°Pardon?¡±


    ¡°Open the door, Balpa.¡±


    ¡°Ah, well... My Lord, I... I have some entertainers in the house right now, so it¡¯s a bit...¡±


    He offered a somewhat usible excuse, but I shook my head and approached the door. Taking the mace I had kept next to the horse, I struck the door hard.


    Kwang!


    The wooden door, made of high-quality timber, shattered into pieces instantly. A startled pet cat, covered in wood chips, fled to the attic.


    His wife and daughters who remained in the house screamed and copsed on the spot. I patted the mace as I surveyed the scene in the living room.


    As expected, it was the right house. Robin, with good sense, was holding onto the tenant farmer. Some servants and ves came forward, curious about themotion, but none dared to confront Robin and me.


    ¡°My Lord! My Lord! Please... please have mercy! I have nothing hidden!¡±


    Even in this situation, the tenant farmer was lying. Ignoring his pleas, I walked past his terrified wife and daughters to the door leading to the basement and kicked it open.


    Kwajik-!


    The massive door broke, revealing a huge basement that could have served as a refuge for the residents of the territory. In the dim light seeping in from outside, the basement was packed full of grain. It was an amount that dwarfed the taxes he had brought me.


    ¡°Balpa, what¡¯s all this in the basement?¡±


    ¡°Ah... well... I... I was just... saving the chaff...¡±


    I was getting tired of listening to his sh*t. I grabbed the wife¡¯s hair and threw her to the ground. The middle-aged woman, who seemed to have been livingfortably, was as plump as the tenant farmer. When I threw the wife down, her daughters, like ducklings following their mother, trailed after her and clung together.


    Pointing at the wife with the mace, I asked.


    ¡°What if we open one of these sacks and find wheat? You have two daughters and one wife. So I''ll check just three sacks.¡±


    Even someone like him would meticulously take care of his own family. The tenant farmer gave up trying to deny it and buried his head in the ground, shouting.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry! I got greedy, please have mercy!¡±


    ¡°¡®I got greedy¡¯? Are you saying the other tenants don¡¯t do the same?¡±


    ¡°No! They¡¯re all in on it too!¡±


    ¡°Are you sure?¡±


    ¡°Yes! Yes! That¡¯s right! I¡¯m truly sorry, My Lord! I got greedy and made a mistake! If you could just forgive me once...¡±


    People don¡¯t change. Once a cheater, always a cheater. If you forgive once, they¡¯ll believe you¡¯ll forgive a second time. Half-hearted punishment only breeds hatred and leaves lingering issues. So what should be done?


    I grabbed the wife by the hair again and lifted her up. She looked at me, trembling. The daughters clung to my legs, pleading for their lives. The wife looked useless, but the daughters were half-decent.


    I threw the wife towards the tenant farmer and kicked the two daughters, who were still clinging to my legs, away, pushing them into a corner.


    Then I selected one of the servants still standing in front of the mansion and said.


    ¡°Go fetch the guards now. Five fully armed. Have them bring equipment for transporting criminals.¡±


    Time for an exciting humiliation.


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 Chapter 6:

    EP 6 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(5)


    The people in the mansion seemed to have plenty to say about the tenant farmer dragged around like a dog. I wasn''t sure if it was about my sudden violent behavior or the tenant farmer greedily stealing money too tantly.


    In truth, it didn''t matter. The important thing was that I had a mace in my hand and the tenant farmer''s family had been dragged to the center of the lord''s mansion like pigs. If they were dragged like pigs, they had to be beaten like pork cutlets. I practiced swinging my mace in the air. The tightly bound tenant farmer, who saw me practicing, trembled in fear.


    The wife lying next to him kept saying to the tenant farmer.


    ¡°H-honey, what¡¯s going to happen to us now? Huh?¡±


    ¡°I... I don¡¯t know. I''m sorry.¡±


    It was a truly tearful sight. The two daughters clung to the tenant farmer, trembling like aspen trees. In contrast to the overweight and unattractive couple, the daughters were well-maintained and quite fair. For a moment, I felt moved but firmly shook my head.


    The tenant farmer Balpa was covered in dirt. The guards, who hadn''t bothered to prepare a cart, had roughly tied him up with ropes and dragged him here. The same goes for the wife and daughters. There were no human rights for criminals in this country anyway.


    Especially since they were caught embezzling taxes meant for the lord, there was nothing more to be said. At this point, anything short of roasting them would be considered lenient.¡°Balpa. Do you understand your crime?¡±


    ¡°Yes! I''vemitted a grave sin! Punish me, but please spare my family¡­.¡±


    Kwang-!


    I cut off the tenant farmer''s plea by striking the ground with my mace. Just as quickly as he had stolen the taxes, the tenant farmer acknowledged his guilt and begged for punishment, hoping to save his family.


    Hearing themotion, Sieri came outside and asked Robin what was going on. After Robin exined the situation, Sieri came up to me and said.


    "My Lord, pe.... perhaps you could show some leniency¡­¡­ ¡±


    Sieri voiced her opinion in a very cautious tone, careful not to undermine my authority. I shook my head and said.


    ¡°Sieri, if a crime ismitted, it must be punished. If we show leniency once, it sets a bad precedent. If I don''t properly punish the first case, what will people think afterward? They''ll believe they''ll be let off the hook too andmit wrongdoings again.¡±


    Sieri fell silent. I felt like her favorability have decreased slightly, but I couldn''t afford leniency in this matter. Showing weakness before a fraudster would inevitably backfire. I must see this to the end. I instructed Robin to send Sieri back into the manor and then turned my attention back to the tenant farmer. ?


    ¡°You asked me to punish you but spare your family, Balpa.¡±


    ¡°Yes! Yes! Please, I beg you!¡±


    The tenant farmer once again banged his forehead to the ground. He seemed resigned to his own fate. However, tax evasion was a serious crime, and it was unlikely that his wife or daughters were unaware of his actions.


    If anything, they likely mocked the foolish lord and partied together. It''s obvious they didn''t try to stop their father or husband. These b*tches were aplices. Aplices must be dealt with equally. Evil will always slip through the cracks if you give it room. I intended to make an example of this case to show what happens when you evade taxes.


    I ordered the soldiers to move the daughters aside. Then, I lightly swung my mace in front of the wife. She trembled, tears streaming down her toad-like face. The tenant farmer desperately struggled on the ground.


    After swinging my mace a few times in the air, I gently tapped the wife''s head, aiming for a precise hit. I pinned her leg down with one foot to keep her from moving.


    ¡°My Lord! My Lord! It was my fault! Please, punish only me! I beg you!¡±


    The wife struggled and tried to escape from me. After gauging the trajectory for the mace, I steadied myself. The tenant farmer screamed in desperation.


    ¡°My Lord! Please, I beg you! I''m sorry! I''ll die for this, My Lord! My Lord!¡±


    Kkang!


    With a chilly sound, the screaming wife fell silent. Her head twisted violently and rolled on the ground. Her neck, dangling loosely, could no longer support her head. Leaving the wife''s lifeless body sprawled on the ground, I pointed my mace at the daughters.


    Robin approached me and said.


    ¡°My Lord, doing the same to the daughters is...¡±


    ¡°I won''t kill them.¡±


    The tenant farmer, stunned between screams, now wore a vacant expression. Crawling towards his wife''s corpse, he touched her cold body as if hoping she mighte back to life, but there was no chance of that.


    * Cannot check the status of the deceased.


    ¡°Ah... aaaah¡­¡±


    I flicked the blood off my mace and ordered the daughters to be brought forward. Although they were decently attractive, I had no particr desire to do anything with them. I don''t know if they''d spread their legs to the man who killed their mother, and who knows what they''ll do in bed.


    Looking at the situation around me, it seemed that killing the daughters wouldpletely ruin my image. If word got out that I had killed an entire family, Sieri''s favorability would plummet as well.


    Considering others'' opinions, it was better to spare the daughters.


    ¡°Let this be a lesson for evading the lord''s taxes. Tenant farmer Balpa and his wife will be executed. As for their daughters...¡±


    After a brief pause, I asked Robin.


    ¡°Is ve trade legal in our territory?¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°Then let''s sell them as ves. Bring in a ve trader.¡±


    I briefly considered selling Aira as well, but I still haven''t gotten the price for this crazy wench. She still has some use and had her own skills, so it was worth keeping her around a bit longer.


    The tenant farmer buried his face in his wife''s corpse, sobbing. Watching this, I momentarily felt a pang of pity, but remembering how he had lied to my face until the very end quickly restored myposure.


    ¡°Alright, let''s wrap this up.¡±


    I personally executed the wife, but the tenant farmer Balpa was beheaded by the soldiers. From the way he clung to his wife''s body, it seemed they had a strong marital bond. May they continue their close rtionship in the afterlife.


    The daughters were to be imprisoned in the dungeon until the ve trader arrived. Of course, they would need someone to talk to, so I ced them in the cell next to Aira.


    Currently, Aira was putting on an impressive performance, fully embodying the essence of a madwoman. I wondered if she behaved like this only when I came to check on her. The daughters were begging to be moved to a different room, as if I wasn''t the one to turn their parents into meat chops and had them be sold into very.


    ¡°W-who is that woman? She¡¯s terrifying! Please, move us to another room. Anywhere but next to her!¡±


    While the daughters cried and begged, Aira, excited by my presence, was acting even more deranged.


    ¡°Kkirek! Kkieeeek! Kyaaaaak!¡±n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    If I didn''t have the ability to see her status window, I would have been convinced she was truly insane and sold her to a brothel. However, her status was functioning perfectly, and Aira was merely pretending to be a lunatic.


    A few dayster, the ve trader arrived to appraise the daughters'' value. Robin was not involved in this process, and the ve trader was an outsider. Once I confirmed that no one else was in the dungeon besides us, I asked in a low voice.


    ¡°Does the price drop if you cut the tendons of the limbs?¡±


    ¡°Female ves typically get sold to brothels, so it won''t affect the price much. Their faces are quite decent, and their bodies are in good shape, so they might fetch a higher price.¡±


    ¡°Then there¡¯s no problem. Let''s cut it.¡±


    I wanted to make sure they can''t cause trouble in the extreme case that they escaped and lived well. It didn''t matter where the ve trader sold them. Robin and Sieri would be satisfied knowing they were alive, and they wouldn''t care about what happened afterward.


    They didn''t have to know every detail about the criminals'' treatment. If they wereter found in a brothel, I could simply deny any knowledge.


    Using a technician brought by the ve trader, the tenant farmer''s daughters had the tendons in their arms and legs severed, rendering them disabled. Measures were taken to ensure they wouldn''t heal naturally, so there was no chance of them even escaping.


    ¡°What about cutting out their tongues to stop them from talking nonsense?¡±


    ¡°Mute ves fetch a lower price.¡±


    ¡°I''ll sell them cheap, so go ahead and cut them out.¡±


    Since I wasn''t selling them for the money, it didn''t matter. The tenant farmer''s daughters, already powerless with their tendons severed, began to thrash wildly as the pliers and scissors approached. They were gagged, so I couldn¡¯t hear what they were saying, but it was probably curses aimed at me.


    Aira, who was in the adjacent cell, stopped her act of madness and stared with her mouth wide open at the scene. When the technician struggled with the girls'' resistance, I stepped in and pped one of them hard. Her jaw snapped, leaving her mouth hanging open. The ve trader said with a grimace.


    ¡°Her jaw is dislocated.¡±


    ¡°You can fix it, right?¡±


    ¡°If it dislocates once, it¡¯ll likely happen again. ves with such conditions sell for less.¡±


    I grabbed the hair of the one whose jaw was still intact and whispered to her.


    ¡°You see that? Try anything dumb, and I¡¯ll pull out all your teeth.¡±


    The remaining girl then opened her mouth on her own and tightly closed her eyes.


    Once again, screams echoed through the dungeon. Aira, clutching the iron bars, was trembling. The ve trader, after stuffing the daughters'' mouths with hemostatic agent, pointed at Aira and asked.


    ¡°Are you selling her as well? I''ll offer you double thebined price of these two girls.¡±


    Aira shook her head vigorously and fled to the corner. Did she drop her crazy act? I shook my head and replied.


    ¡°No. I still have some use for that one.¡±


    ¡°I understand. You have a good eye.¡±


    The ve trader nodded, then began to bind the daughters with the technician¡¯s help. The two girls,pletely drained of energy, could only breathe heavily¡ªtheir eyes unfocused. I said to the ve trader.


    ¡°Please sell them somewhere other than the southern region if possible.¡±


    ¡°Understood. Then, I''ll be on my way.¡±


    With that, the ve trader left the dungeon. Now, it was just Aira and me. As soon as the ve trader was gone, Aira started screaming again.


    ¡°Kkiruk¡­kkieeek!¡±


    How do I break her of this habit?


    [Previous Chapter]

 Chapter 7:

    EP 7 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(6)


    ¡®Punishment is medicine,¡¯ as they say. After dealing with one tenant farmer and seizing his property, the next day another tenant farmer came with four cartloads of taxes. From then on, every tenant farmer who came brought the same amount, as if they had all agreed among themselves. It was clear they weremunicating.


    Compared to the meager amount brought by the first tenant farmer who tried to cheat me, this was several times more.


    Standing before them, I twirled my mace. The tenant farmers watched it spin in my hand as if hypnotized. They knew. They knew that it''s this mace that sent the tenant farmer and his wife to the afterlife. And they knew that if I was displeased now, they would all meet the same fate.


    ¡°You¡¯ve worked hard, everyone. I don''t know if you''re aware of the sad news, but Gilde... Balpa tried to deceive me. I don''t intend on monitoring your harvest closely because that would undermine the trust between us. Don¡¯t you agree?¡±


    ¡°Yes, yes. That¡¯s right!¡±


    ¡°Absolutely!¡±


    It was unknown who did it first, but they all answered loudly, knowing well that any misstep could cost them dearly. The bloodstains from Balpa¡¯s execution still marked the ground. I deliberately stepped on it and continued. ¡°So, I hope you all continue to pay your taxes honestly. Let¡¯s avoid any unnecessary trouble. You know, if you just do your part, I won¡¯t interfere.¡±


    This wasn¡¯t just me pretending to be some overseer. The territory ruled by Lucius was actually running very well, except for these tenant farmers embezzling taxes. The people weren¡¯t suffering from heavy taxes, and public safety was maintained.


    The only drawback was the presence of a few bandits at the territory''s borders, but they feared Lucius enough to avoid causing trouble.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    There¡¯s a saying, ¡°to follow precedent.¡± After Xiao He, the Chancellor of the Han Dynasty in China, passed away, Cao Shen seeded him. Despite bing Chancellor, Cao Shen spent his time drinking and ying. When his subordinates asked for the reason, he said.


    ¨C Xiao He has already set everything up perfectly. Why should I interfere?¡±


    True to his words, the country ran smoothly even with Cao Shen doing nothing, and he was remembered as a brilliant chancellor despite doing nothing. Like this example, if something works well without interference, there¡¯s no need to touch it.


    Except for these tax-evading bas?ards.


    ¡°Yes, understood!¡±


    ¡°I will keep that in mind!¡±


    These tax evaders were now trembling before me. Recing a dead tenant farmer and establishing new contracts is also work. And the new tenant might also get tempted by money and hoard grain.


    These people were already living well, so a warning should be enough to keep them from crossing the line again. Once a person has tasted honey, they will try to protect it at all costs. Moreover, since they¡¯ve been farming thisnd for a long time, they know the most efficient cultivation routines. Keeping them alive and paying taxes was beneficial for my image and keeps my workload from increasing.


    ¡°Then, you may go.¡±


    Without bothering to inspect them, I sent the tenant farmers away. Judging by the line of carts in the yard, they had enough to fill the warehouse. I ordered the servants and soldiers to move the sacks. Seeing the warehouse filled to the brim made me feel content. I smiled with satisfaction.


    After that, the only thing left to worry about was what to do with Aira. This wench kept pretending to be crazy and screaming. If I continued to ignore her, she might start doing worse, so I had to do something about it.


    Why did I need to act quickly?


    Name: Aira


    Job: Swindler


    Favorability: 0


    Level: 6


    Stats


    Strength: 3


    Agility: 7


    Intelligence: 4


    Luck: 0


    Traits


    Actor


    Can act other jobs.


    Currently acting as: Madman


    Method


    She is fully immersed in her acting.


    She has difficulty distinguishing between her role and reality, asionally exhibiting unintended bizarre behavior.


    Her original job traits are deactivated, and her intelligence decreases.


    Imprisoned


    Currently restrained and detained, resulting in stat penalties.


    This was because she was going insane in real-time. A few days ago, she was screaming, but her eyes still had some sanity left. Lately, though, her eyes had be zed, and she was giggling maniacally, only to be shocked by her own behavior and scream again. If she truly lost her mind, I wouldn¡¯t get a good price for her even if I sold her to a brothel. Nobody wants to have sex with a crazy b*tch. ?


    I couldn¡¯t waste the time I had invested in Aira so pointlessly. I needed to resolve this quickly.


    First, I brought Sieri down to the dungeon. She clung to me tightly, clearly unnerved by the damp, unsettling atmosphere of the ce. The scent from Sieri¡¯s body calmed my mind.


    ¡°M-my Lord? Where are we?¡±


    ¡°This is a hellish ce where those who have sinned are imprisoned. Sinnerse here to reflect.¡±


    Aira, thinking I had brought Sieri to mock her, screamed even louder and banged on the bars more ferociously than usual. Her behavior resembled a caged chimpanzee throwing a tantrum, and I frowned at the sight. Sieri, startled by Aira¡¯s wild behavior, stepped back. I supported Sieri and pointed at Aira.


    ¡°Look. That criminal is imprisoned here for attempting to steal from the estate¡¯s warehouse.¡±


    ¡°Aah, My Lord¡­ This is too scary.¡±


    ¡°Kkieeek! Kkiyaaaakk!¡±


    As Sieri clung to me and spoke in such a frightened tone, Aira¡¯s tantrum grew even more frantic. A person consumed by anger always end up ugly. Her screams weren¡¯t just an act; they were genuine. I patted Sieri¡¯s head, and she asked me.


    ¡°My Lord, it seems that person has gone so mad they can no longer understand their sin. Can¡¯t you release them?¡±


    ¡°You still don¡¯t understand the world, Sieri. That person is just pretending to be crazy to escape their crime.¡±


    ¡°Kkiyaaaaaaakk! Kkyaaaaaak!¡±


    When I said she was pretending to be mad, Aira went even crazier, as if that wasn''t the case. She pounded on the bars with her fists and even tried to bite through them. Her fierce gaze was overflowing with murderous intent, but I had faith in the durability of our dungeon.


    ¡°Aah¡­ My Lord. But if she stays locked in this prison forever, she will truly be insane. They say to hate sin, not the people.¡±


    ¡°Sieri, what meaning does punishment have if there is no repentance? If sins are forgiven simply for pretending to be a madman, why do we pray to God and seek forgiveness for our sins?¡±


    ¡°Then, My Lord, do you intend to keep her imprisoned here indefinitely?¡±


    ¡°No. She will be punished.¡±


    I whispered softly into Sieri''s ear. There was a particr punishment I had wanted to administer ever since that b*tch started pretending to be mad, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity. Sieri''s mouth dropped open from what I said.


    Seeing her adorable little mouth agape, I was tempted to stick my finger in and swirl it around.


    ¡°Th-that''s¡­ that''s so cruel¡­¡±


    ¡°Sieri, swindlers and thieves are punished by having their hands cut off. But does such a punishment truly hold any meaning for their reform? Would that person truly reflect if their arm was cut off? No, Sieri. Repentance begins when one realizes the weight of their sins. Only those who know shame can repent. Cutting off an arm would only breed hatred.¡±


    ¡°But¡­ even so¡­¡±


    ¡°Sieri, I really want to see that person repent. If they genuinely repent and be a new person, I might even arrange a job for them in this mansion.¡±


    Aira, who had been listening to our conversation, suddenly became quiet. It was clear she was more interested in her punishment than pretending to be mad. Sieri seemed to be slowly swayed by my words.


    For a religious person, the reformation of a sinner was very important.


    Sieri nodded at my words. I patted Sieri''s head and murmured.


    ¡°That''s right, Sieri. Just follow my lead.¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord¡­..¡±


    Aira slowly retreated and sat on the bed in the corner. I looked directly at her and said.


    ¡°Aira, I''ll move you to another room before your punishment. The actual punishment will be carried out in three days, so brace yourself until then.¡±


    Aira''s current environment was the worst. The dungeon was poorly ventted, barely received any sunlight, and had little human traffic. With more than ten empty cells in this horrific ce, it was only natural that she would go mad pretending to be crazy.


    If Aira wentpletely insane before her punishment, it would be troublesome for me too.


    So, I ordered Aira to be moved to an empty room on the first floor andmanded that she be given the best treatment. From what the servants reported, Aira, now in a new room, seemed to be trying to adapt to her new environment or contemting her situation, as she had stopped pretending to be mad and was behaving calmly.


    Was she afraid that if she pretended to be crazy again, she would be sent back to the dungeon? I couldn''t read her mind.


    After that, I summoned a servant and instructed them to recruit the local thugs and ill-behaved vagrants from the vige. Having beaten the tenant farmer to death recently, the servant seemed to think it was a good opportunity and brought in a few people from the vige.


    These individuals included a drunkard who beat his wife, a bully who extorted money from kids in the alleys, and a homeless gambling addict. Excluding the homeless, who was deemed useless, only the wife-beater and the bully remained.


    These men, knowing the sins they hadmitted, hung their heads low as they sweated profusely. I held up my mace and looked at them both calmly.


    ¡°P-Please forgive me, My Lord! I will never hit my wife again!¡±


    ¡°Please, fo-forgive me too, My Lord! I won¡¯t extort money from children anymore!¡±


    Though I said nothing, just swinging my mace made the truth spill from their mouths. I might start calling my mace the ''Staff of Truth.''


    [Previous Chapter]

 Chapter 8:

    EP 8 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(7)


    Aira was feeling uneasy. The food served was delicious, the room was immacte, and the servants were exceptionally kind to her. She had never received such hospitality since bing a swindler.


    What were they nning to do by treating her so well?


    This thought had upied Aira¡¯s mind for the past three days. It was preventing her from resting properly. She was trembling with anxiety every night, imagining being suddenly dragged away. And so, three days passed, and Aira was dragged out to the front gate of the Lord''s mansion, chained.


    Arge crowd had gathered along the main street to see the Lord''s punishment.


    Aira, already overwhelmed by their stares, lowered her head. A soldier next to her ced a sign on Aira, which read....


    ¨C I stole from the lord''s mansion and tried to escape without repenting for my crime.


    Aira let out a bitterugh. So this was the n¡ªsomething like a public execution. She was to walk down the street, be pelted with stones, shed some tears and repent. Aira thought it was a religious idea. The lord ascended the tform, probably to exin the punishment about to unfold. The crowd, anticipating the nature of the punishment, stood ready with stones in hand.


    ¡°Everyonemits sins. We often don''t realize the gravity of our wrongdoings and repeatedly make the same mistakes. Thus, we all be sinners. You and I, we all carry the burden of sin within our hearts.¡±


    Aira turned her gaze towards Lucius. The people were also the same.


    ¡°Everyone, here stands Aira, who hasmitted a grievous crime. An immoral sinner. Typically, a thief would have their hand cut off, but I don''t believe that such a brutalw can bring about true repentance. Don¡¯t you agree?¡±


    There was no response. In the silence, Lucius spoke again.


    ¡°As I mentioned earlier, we are all sinners. The reason we continue to live despite our sins is to repent and atone for them for the rest of our lives. Aira here, though her sin may be greater than most, is no different from any of us. She deserves a second chance. Don¡¯t you agree?¡±


    Someone answered ¡®yes¡¯ in a low voice. Then others began to nod and murmur in agreement. The murmurs grew louder, spreading through the crowd like a ripple until it became a roar.


    ¡°Yes! That¡¯s right!¡±


    As dozens of vigers answered in unison, Aira momentarily shrank back, overwhelmed by the voices. Lucius nodded with satisfaction and, gesturing to the soldiers, he said.


    ¡°Strip Aira of her clothes.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    Aira was so shocked by his words that she forgot to keep up her crazy act, and questioned him. The vigers, also surprised by this unexpected turn, began to murmur. Even the soldiers, uncertain about themand, hesitated with their hands outstretched.


    ¡°As it stands, Aira has already ended this life as a sinner. Just as new wine is put into new wineskin, a new life must begin with a new body. Today, Aira will perform a ritual by walking naked through this vige, washing away her sins and bing a new person.¡±


    ¡°Wh-what¡­ wait¡­ wha-what are you doing?!¡±


    The soldiers grabbed Aira''s clothes. Despite her attempts to resist, they tore off her clothes, leaving her in only her undergarments. Aira sank to the ground, watching the lecherous gazes fixed upon her.


    ¡°Everyone, as she walks the streets, feel free to heap insults upon her. Her sins will be washed away along with those insults, and when she returns to these gates, she will be a new person, ready to start afresh.¡±


    A soldier nudged Aira forward slightly, and the crowd parted to let her pass. Lucius spoke.


    ¡°Aira, remove your undergarments yourself.¡±


    ¡°Wha-what?¡±


    ¡°If you refuse, we will force you to take it off. We were born into this world naked. To be a new person, one must return to that state. Take them off.¡± ?


    ¡°D, don¡¯t be ridiculous!¡±


    Aira shouted, pointing at Lucius as she screamed.


    ¡°That man raped me! Now he wants to humiliate me here!¡±


    There was a slight stir among the crowd, but Lucius remained unfazed, praying as he spoke.


    ¡°Dear God, please forgive her for continuing to falsely use.¡±


    ¡°You''re all being deceived! That man is a fraud and a rapist!¡±


    ¡°Strip her.¡±


    The soldiers rushed at her. Aira struggled and began cursing Lucius, but through it all, Lucius'' expression remained unchanged.


    ¡°You piece of trash! You damned bas?ard! You son of a b*tch! F*ck... You!¡±


    ¡°Even so, I will forgive you.¡±


    ¡°Kkiyaaaaak!¡±


    Aira seemed on the verge of madness. The sheer unfairness and brutality of the punishment overwhelmed her. Once the soldiers had torn off her undergarments, she was leftpletely naked. The crowd cautiously picked up stones and stared at her. Lucius spoke.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°Aira, you will now walk around this vige. You must endure any indignities. If you fall or copse, you will return to my estate, and we will start this procession over again.¡±


    ¡°Heuk....Huhuk... Son of a b*tch...¡±


    Finally, Aira copsed and began to sob. Lucius ordered to the soldiers.


    ¡°Stand Aira up at the gate.¡±


    Two soldiers lifted Aira to her feet at the gate. They looked embarrassed as they touched her bare skin, turning their heads away. Aira continued to sob, leaning on them for support. Once she was positioned at the gate, Lucius dered.


    ¡°Let the procession begin.¡±


    ¡°Huheuk... Huk... Heheuk....¡±


    But Aira remained seated, refusing to move. She was trying to outsmart the situation. By sitting there and crying, the lord wouldn¡¯t have any recourse. He had called this a march of atonement, so he wouldn¡¯t kill her. He also couldn''t force the soldiers to make her move.


    Aira had her own way of mocking Lord Lucius. She cried but wore a sly smile. She could hear the murmuring of the crowd and the sound of footsteps. Yes, footsteps.


    Someone was approaching.


    ¡°Who¡­¡±


    Just as she lifted her head to see who it was....


    ¡°You wretched b*tch! Who do you think you¡¯re deceiving?¡±


    Ppak-!


    A man she''d never seen before kicked her in the stomach.


    ¡°Ugh¡­!¡±


    Aira gagged and curled up. Another young man followed, kicking her leg.


    ¡°How dare you do this to our respected lord!¡±


    ¡°Geeuk¡­¡±


    Before Aira could resist, the two men began to give her a merciless beating. Every time they mentioned that she dared to touch the lord, shouts of agreement came from behind.


    ¡°S-save¡­.¡±


    Aira reached out toward the lord¡¯s soldiers, but none of them came to her aid. Lucius watched her with a detached gaze.


    Puck! Puck! Puck!


    The sickening sound of blows echoed in the air. Bruises began to form on her stomach, legs, back, waist and all over her body. She had been actively resisting, but now she cowered in fear and helplessness.


    The crowd, worried that Aira might die, started to slowly back away.


    The two men who were excitedly hitting Aira also stepped back, panting heavily. And at that point, Lucius spoke.


    ¡°Enough.¡±


    Aira sighed in relief at those words. Right, now that she had been beaten so thoroughly, it must be over. She had never experienced such a malicious beating before. Trembling, Aira barely got to her feet, her entire body covered in bruises.


    Deep inside, she felt a sense of relief. It was finally over. When Lucius asks if she had repented, she would cry and say yes. Then Lucius would let her dress and leave, and once he does, she would start spreading rumors about him in other viges.


    ¡°¡®That''s all for ''today''.¡±


    ¡°...What?¡±


    But Lucius¡¯s deration was enough to halt Aira¡¯s thoughts. The soldiers, too, looked at Lucius as if they had misheard him. Lucius continued firmly.


    ¡°She has not repented yet. We will continue until shepletes this march and bes a new person.¡±


    ¡°Y-you¡¯re insane...¡±


    ¡°Take her back to her room. We will resume at this time tomorrow.¡±


    ¡°You fu...¡±


    Before she could spit out an insult against her lord, a soldier mped her mouth shut. It was a small mercy on the soldier¡¯s part.


    Aira was dragged back to the room. Only then did she notice the strangeness of the room. There were no sharp objects, no hard corners, and no heavy items. Why?


    The door opened.


    Lucius entered the room with a smile.


    ¡°D-don¡¯te! Don¡¯te near me!¡±


    Aira tried to scramble out of bed in terror.


    ¡°Do-don¡¯te, I said...?¡±


    Lucius approached with his arms open. Aira curled up in fear, trembling.


    ¡°You had a hard time today.¡±


    Lucius said so, as he hugged Aira tightly. Aira was bewildered by the sudden warmth enveloping her.


    ¡°Get... get away!¡±


    Aira forcefully shoved Lucius away, hoping he would fall and crack his head, but he was surprisingly heavy for his small frame. It felt like trying to push a log; instead, she bounced back and rolled onto the bed.


    "Calm down, Aira. No one is going to hurt you."


    ¡°You f*cking crazy bas?ard! You came back to assault me again, didn''t you? You disgusting pig!¡±


    ¡°Aira, calm down. No matter how much you yell at me, nothing will change. Understand? I''m not here to hurt you or assault you. Look, see?¡±


    Lucius stepped back and raised his hands. Aira still looked at him with deep suspicion. She demanded.


    ¡°Let me go.¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°F*cking let me go! I''ve repented! I''ll never set foot in this territory again, so let me go!¡±


    ¡°No.¡±


    Aira was frustrated by the argument.


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 Chapter 9:

    EP 9 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(8)


    ¡°Why? Why not?¡±


    ¡°Because you haven¡¯t repented.¡±


    ¡°F*CK! YOU! You b*tch!¡±


    Aira threw a pillow at him. Lucius didn¡¯t even flinch as it hit him. He picked up the pillow from the floor and ced it back on the bed, then said.


    ¡°Get some rest today. I¡¯ll treat your woundster.¡±


    ¡°Eat this!¡±


    Aira raised her middle finger and sneered. Lucius did not react to her defiance. Instead, he ced his hand on her head and said. ¡°Rest assured. No one will harm you here.¡±


    ¡°What are you talking about? Let me go!¡±


    Lucius did not respond further. He opened the door and silently left, leaving Aira alone in therge room. It was then that fear truly gripped her. The anxiety of being alone, and the despair of having to endure the same ordeal again the next morning overwhelmed her.


    ¡°Euaaaaaaaak!¡±


    A scream echoed from Aira¡¯s room.


    The next morning, Aira was dragged out like a dog by Robin. Robin still seemed unustomed to this bizarre punishment. Lucius stood on the tform once again.


    The gathered vigers, wondering if the same spectacle would happen again, murmured among themselves as the lord dragged Aira out.


    ¡°Silence. Who dares disrupt the moment of a sinner''s repentance?¡±


    Of course, the murmuring ceased with a single stern warning from Lucius. Confirming that the townspeople had now gathered, Lucius began to speak.


    ¡°Then, today as well, we willmence Aira''s march of atonement, just like yesterday. Aira, if you fall or stumble, you''ll have to start over from the beginning.¡±


    Aira clenched her teeth as she scanned her surroundings. The two who had beaten her yesterday were nowhere to be seen. Although she was still not used to being naked, she slowly took one step at a time.


    With each step she took, the eyes of the surrounding men were fixated on her. Perhaps she should be thankful that the sign around her neck covered her chest. Aira walked forward cautiously, covering her private parts. One step. Then another.


    Puck-!


    Someone threw a rotten fruit at Aira''s head. As she staggered from the impact, someone tripped her.


    ¡°You filthy w*nch!¡±


    ¡°You wretched wh0re!¡±


    Aira knew exactly who those voices belonged to: the same people who had beaten her yesterday. As soon as she fell to the ground, the two men, leading a few other vigers, began to trample her. ??


    ¡°Ugh! Ugh! Lord! You bas?ard! Are you really going to allow this?¡±


    Unlike yesterday, Aira was not in a state of panic and started to confront Lucius. He stood by, watching the merciless beating unfold.


    ¡°Ahh! Ahh! H-help me! I''m going to die!¡±


    ¡°Stop!¡±


    At that moment, Lucius shouted. Like trained soldiers, the vigers immediately halted and stepped back. Lucius then ordered the nearby soldiers.


    ¡°Bring Aira back.¡±


    Aira felt her lips chapped. Her body, still not fully healed, screamed in pain. She had a new bruise on her side and felt as though her leg bone might be cracked. Limping, she was dragged back to the gate. Lucius spoke again.


    ¡°Now, let''s begin the march of atonement once more.¡±


    Aira''s eyes trembled violently. Are they going to kill her? She looked down the path again. The two men who had beaten her were stood there. Aira raised a trembling finger and asked.


    ¡°Y-you expect me to walk through there? Is it okay to obstruct me like this?¡±


    ¡°You must endure any mockery and contempt. Only then can you be a new person.¡±


    ¡°F*ck


    Gritting her teeth, Aira took another step forward. Fine, let¡¯s see what happens. With each step, the thugs standing ahead seemed more intimidating. To Aira, they looked about 2 meters tall, and their fists looked as hard as iron. She closed her eyes tightly, as she approached them.


    One step.


    Another step.


    And then.


    ¡°You filthy b*tch!¡±N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Puck!


    Puck! Puck-!


    Another round of merciless beating began. As soon as the two men were within arm''s reach of Aira, they tripped her and started pummeling her madly. When Aira fell to the ground, screaming in pain, Lucius once againmanded the soldiers.


    ¡°Bring Aira.¡±


    Aira''s entire body was swollen. As Lucius looked at her, he reached out and chanted an incantation. A white light enveloped Aira''s body, and her wounds vanished. Aira understood what this meant, and bristled with fear.


    ¡°Let¡¯s resume the march of atonement.¡±


    She couldn''t even die from the beatings. There was no way to finish this path. In that moment, Aira felt an overwhelming sense of despair. She could feel the malevolence in Lucius'' intention to continue this until she goes insane.


    When she looked up again, she saw the two men ring at her. She had to keep walking this path. Her legs were trembling uncontrobly. When a soldier pushed her forward from behind, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.


    Aira took one staggered step at a time forward, eventually standing before the two men again.


    ¡°F*cking b*tch!¡±


    The kicking resumed, even more painful and torturous than before. The beating showed clear intent to kill, and Aira curled up, sobbing.


    ¡°Stop!¡±


    Lucius shouted once more. The soldiers brought Aira back again. Aira was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Spitting blood-tinged foam from her mouth, Aira red at Lucius. He healed her and said.


    ¡°Resume the march.¡±


    This continued until the afternoon work hours began. When Aira stumbled back into her room battered, Lucius followed her in. He embraced her tightly again, and she hurled curses at him.


    ¡°Just kill me! Kill me, you f*cking bas?ard!¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t do that.¡±


    By now, Aira couldn''t even be bothered to ask ''why.'' She couldn¡¯t understand why she was being subjected to this torment. She would much rather have her hand chopped off and live as a cripple. Her chest felt tight, and she was on the verge of madness, tears streaming down her face. Sobbing, she asked.


    ¡°Why.... Why are you doing this to me? F*ck¡­ heuk... I... why are you doing this to me?¡±


    ¡°If you¡¯vemitted a sin, you must repent.¡±


    ¡°What sin have Imitted? F*ck that¡­ is it really such a big sin? Huh?¡±


    ¡°Think carefully, Aira. Why are you being punished?¡±


    ¡°I don''t f*cking know! How the hell am I supposed to know, you psycho bas?ard!¡±


    ¡°No, Aira. You need to think carefully. Why must you repent? Find the answer to that question. That¡¯s your first assignment.¡±


    Lucius released her and moved to open the door to leave. At that moment, Aira instinctively reached out to grab him. Hearing the sound, Lucius turned around.


    ¡°Ahh, no.¡±


    Aira lowered her hand and shook her head. As Lucius closed the door, fear crept back in. The anxiety of being alone and the despair of knowing she¡¯d have to repeat the same thing again the next morning...


    ¡°The march of atonement willmence.¡±


    The men were gradually waiting closer and closer. At first, they waited on the main street of the vige, but every day they came closer and closer. And when Aira approached, they began to beat her even more mercilessly.


    Once Lucius demonstrated that as long as she wasn¡¯t killed, she could be kept alive, the violence intensified.


    ¡°You filthy wh0re!¡±


    ¡°F*cking w*nch!¡±


    The verbal abuse she heard and the physical beatings she endured shattered her spiritpletely. A week passed, then another three days. Each time Aira was beaten outside, Lucius would whisper sweet words and hold her tightly inside the room. After several days of this, Aira was confronting her fear head-on.


    Right at the starting point where Aira was to begin, two men were waiting for her, their jaws clenched and nostrils ring. As Aira trembled under their gaze, Lucius spoke with an expressionless face.


    ¡°Begin the march of atonement.¡±


    As soon as those words were spoken, the two men knocked Aira down and began beating her. After enduring a prolonged beating, Aira''s eyes suddenly widened. She pushed the two men away and ran toward the lord''s mansion. She banged on the firmly closed door and screamed.


    ¡°Open up! Open up! No... I hate this! Heuuuk... Huheuk... huhuheuk... Damn it... Huheuk...¡±


    Watching her, Lucius said.


    ¡°That¡¯s enough for today.¡±


    Aira then returned to her room. Once there, she pressed herself against the wall and looked around warily. When Lucius followed her inside, Aira continued to watch him with a cautious gaze. Lucius asked.


    ¡°Alright, let¡¯s start again. What wrong did youmit?¡±


    ¡°The mansion¡­. I tried... I tried to rob the warehouse....¡±


    Aira''s hands trembled as she bowed her head. Lucius said while patting her head.


    ¡°That¡¯s right. And who are you being punished for?¡±


    ¡°Karl¡­.. I''m punished¡­. Because of him¡­.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right. Very well done. But you still haven¡¯t repented, Aira. Unfortunately, tomorrow¡­¡±


    Before Lucius could finish his sentence, Aira fell to her knees and grabbed Lucius¡¯ arm. Seeing the desperation in her eyes, Lucius asked.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll do anything. I¡¯ll do anything, just please stop the march of atonement. Please, I beg you. I¡¯ll do anything, My Lord. Please, save me. Or just kill me. You can cut off my hands or pull out my tongue. Just please stop the march of atonement.¡±


    ¡°No. I can¡¯t do that. I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve truly repented.¡±


    At these words, Aira prostrated herself on the floor, pleading. But Lucius simply shook his head and turned to leave. As he was about to exit, Aira grabbed his clothes and cried out.


    ¡°Don''t go!¡±


    ¡°Whoa.¡±


    Lucius looked at Aira. She was sobbing, tears streaming down her face as she said.


    ¡°Don¡¯t go. If you leave, I hear those voices. The voices of those men calling me ¡®filthy b*tch¡¯... threatening me... I hear them... I¡¯ll do anything, just please don¡¯t leave me alone... please stop the march of atonement...¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ll do anything?¡±


    ¡°Yes... sob...¡±


    Lucius locked the door. Standing in front of Aira, he unbuckled his belt.


    ¡°Suck it.¡±


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 Chapter 10:

    EP 10 - Aira Gets F*cked At The End(9)


    Name: Aira


    Job: Currently unemployed


    Favorability: 0 (+100)


    Level: 6


    Stat


    Power: 3


    Agility: 7Intelligence: 4


    Luck: 0


    Traits


    Mental Dependence


    She is dependent on you.


    Her original job is deactivated and stat penalties are applied.


    Gain special favorability adjustments.


    Obedience


    She is obedient to you.


    ¡°Slurp... slurp... haahp...¡±


    I smiled as I looked down at Aira. She was carefully holding my c0ck as if it were fragile ss and licking the gIans. With her eyes closed, she delicately wrapped her tongue around the tip. Seeing this, I couldn''t help but relish in the feeling of conquest and bubbling pleasure.


    When my hardness began to throb, Aira was startled for a moment, looking up at me before resuming her gentle ministrations. After fully wetting the ns with her saliva, she opened her mouth wideparing my girth to her mouth.


    Then, she carefully took my d*ck into her mouth and began to deep?hroat.


    ¡°Euh¡­..¡±


    I let out a strange sound as the pressure and pleasure built up. I lightly grabbed Aira¡¯s head, as she sucked my d*ck with her lips pursed.


    ¡°Chuup...chluuurp...haeup....¡±


    The lewd sounds and bare flesh was heating up the atmosphere in the room. I stared deeply into Aira¡¯s eyes, focusing in that surging pleasure. Every time Aira took my d*ck into her mouth, her lips curved, her cheeks caved in, and her throat bulged.


    ¡°Heuu¡­.¡±


    I grasped Aira¡¯s head and slowly started moving it back and forth. Aira¡¯s slow movements were pleasing and very sensual.


    ¡°Eup? Mmm¡­eup¡­.¡±


    Aira seemed startled by my sudden movement, but soon grabbed my thighs and naturally increased her pace. The pressure building up on my pen*s and the wave of pleasure were no joke. It took all my might to resist the urge to ram my c0ck down Aira¡¯s throat.


    The careful licking over the veins and throbbing head continued to fuel my sadistic urges. After savoring her mouth for a while, I gripped her hair tighter as my ejacuIation grew stronger.


    ¡°Heup¡­! Eup¡­! Eumph!¡±


    I held Aira¡¯s head firmly and began to thrust into her mouth without restraint. Each stroke came with even more pleasure.


    ¡°Kkeuuhuk¡­kuk¡­eup¡­


    Aira let out a pained sound and tightly grasped my legs. I shook my hips back and forth several times, and finally reached my limit, pressing Aira¡¯s head down and thrusting deep into her throat.


    ¡°Kuheuuh¡­kuhp¡­!¡±


    ¡°A


    I groaned uncontrobly, spurting as much ¡éum as I could into Aira''s mouth. Aira squeezed my thigh as she struggled, before finally releasing her grip. I only then looked at Aira''s face. With my d*ck still in her mouth, she looked at me with bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down her face.


    As I carefully pulled my d*ck out of her mouth, she coughed and spat out my s3men. The messy glob of white fell on the floor, so I used my skill to clean it up.


    As a priest, my skill window had many misceneous skills, including a magic called [Clean] that removes dirt and grime.


    Aira stuck out her tongue and coughed, spitting out the remaining blobs of s3men. I patted her back and used my magic to get rid of all the blobs she had spat out. After coughing for a while, she looked at me and asked.


    ¡°Now... now...Keheuk... Will, will you leave?¡±


    ¡°I''ll always be in this mansion. Aira, I''m relieved to see that you seem to have truly reflected on your actions.¡±


    Aira grasped my clothes silently. Her red, tear-stained eyes and flushed face stimted my Iibido. I could feel my limp d*ck stiffen again. Aira looked at me in surprise when she felt my cock against the hem of her dress.


    ¡°Aira, can you turn around?¡±


    ¡°L-Like this?¡±


    Aira turned around in a crouching position. Her straight spine and the curve of her full, firm bu?tocks were clearly visible. I caressed her side and helped her up. The firmness of her breas?s could be felt even from behind.


    ¡°Hah...¡±


    Aira let out a soft moan and flinched when I suddenly touched her. More than anything, my engorged c0ck brushed her thigh. And as I rubbed against it, I whispered into her ear.


    ¡°Aira, ce your hands against the wall.¡±


    Aira obeyed and ced her hands against the wall. Then as if she knew what to do, she bent her back and stuck her but? out towards me. Seeing her as$ rubbing against my d*ck, already dripping with her lustful juices, I also rubbed my pen*s between her cheeks, ready to enter her.


    At that moment, Aira spoke.


    ¡°You...you won''t leave me alone, right? I¡¯ll do anything for you...¡±


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    I had no intention of discarding Aira yet. She had big breas?s, a reasonably pretty face, and a great body. Although, if she started to be more troublesome than enjoyable, I might reconsider.


    I brought my d*ck to Aira''s sIit and began teasing it back and forth. Aira let out a moan as her grip tightened on the wall.


    ¡°Ah...ah.....¡±


    I grabbed Aira''s as$ cheeks and spread them wide. Aira lowered her head in shame with her exposed pus$y, and I began to push my d*ck into her wide open entrance.


    ¡°Heuuk...euh...eung...¡±


    Unlikest time, Aira epted my body without any resistance. Her warm and tightly clenched vag*nal walls wrapped around my p*nis. Aira stood on her tiptoes, adapting to the pleasure and foreign sensation.


    I waited for a moment, and then feeling Aira''s shoulders loosen, I used my full body to thrust. My thighs and Aira''s but? pped, making a loud, lewd pping sound.


    ¡°Ahh!¡± n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    With just one piston stroke, Aira''s strength gave out, and she copsed. I grasped Aira''s chest and lifted her up again. As I gently rolled her n*pples, I could feel her knees shaking.


    ¡°Ah¡­..heuu...My Lord...¡±


    I slowly thrust my hips back and forth. Each time I pounded into Aira, her as$ jiggled and trembled magnificently. Aira was desperately searching for something to grasp on the t wall, trying to find a ce to pour out her pleasure.


    "Ang...aahng...hng...ah...ahht!"


    I lightly pped Aira''s firm but?ocks, intensifying my thrusts. Aira''s juices were leaking out of her pus$y and drenching her thighs. The sound of wet thighs and hips grinding together filled the room with increasing obscenity.


    "Haang...! Eugh! Heuk! Heuuk! Aaang!"


    Aira, who was initially letting out soft moans, began to scream uncontrobly, rubbing her body against the wall. Seeing her press her forehead against the wall to endure the pleasure turned me on even more, making me move my hips even faster.


    Puk! Puk! Puk!


    "Aha...huhuheung! Hiik...haang!"


    A distinctive sound, reminiscent of meat being pped or water being sshed, grew faster and louder.


    ¡°Ah...! Hng...! My Lord...! Aah...Good...so good...! Aaa...!¡±


    Feeling the moment of climax approaching again, I tightly gripped Aira¡¯s chest with both hands. As Aira trembled and arched her back, her tightness brought me to my limit.


    ¡°Kyahhhhhhh!¡±


    Aira let out a piercing scream and copsed onto me, shaking uncontrobly. As we naturally separated, white semen dripped from between her legs. Aira looked at me with a dazed expression and lightly licked my lips.


    The moment her tongue touched my lips, I felt my arousal return. Leaning against me, Aira felt my erection rubbing between her legs again and blushed.


    ¡°My Lord... please... Do... if we keep doing this... you''ll stay with me, right?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s right, Aira. As much as you do, I¡¯ll be here with you.¡±


    I lifted Aira effortlessly. Weakened by her already two org*sms, she was light as a feather. I threw her onto the bed, then removed my top and tossed it aside. Fully naked, I climbed onto the bed as Aira spread her legs slightly. Iy beside her and said.


    ¡°Get on top of me, Aira.¡±


    Without question, Aira mounted me. She bent her waist, feeling my still hard member touch her soaked valley, and let out a small moan. Grabbing her waist, I mmed my towering c0ck into her pus$y with all my might.


    ¡°Haeuk!¡±


    I could feel my c0ck prate the deepest part of her already loosened body. Both Aira and I made dizzy expressions as I felt myself scrape down her flesh wall that had never been reached before. Slowly, Aira raised her hips, and in response, I lowered mine.


    Then, she forcefully drove her hips down, and in sync, I thrust upward.


    ¡°Haaung!¡±


    Aira ced her hand on my chest and buried her face in it, too exhausted to move her hips anymore. I grabbed her ass$ and began thrusting upward.


    ¡°Haeung! Hng! Aaang! Haaang! Hng!¡±


    Aira clung to me, moaning and making nasal sounds. She opened her mouth, seeking a kiss, and as she leaned towards my face, I kissed her and pushed my tongue into her mouth. The mingling of moans, saliva, and tongues created a lewd, slurping sound.


    With several more thrusts, I felt the signaling again. Aira¡¯s entire body was flushed bright crimson, desperately seeking an outlet for the overwhelming pleasure. I looked into her hazy eyes and, with a powerful thrust, ej*cuIated.


    ¡°Keueueuup¡­! Eumph! Eung! Heueuumph!¡±


    Stifled by the kiss, Aira squirmed as she reached her climax. Trembling, her eyes rolled and she slumped onto the bed, gasping for breath. I kissed her lips again and gathered the clothes I had discarded on the floor.


    Looking at the bed, I saw Aira breathing heavily with her eyes closed. She seemed to have passed out or fallen asleep.


    With Aira taken care of, it was time to get to work.


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 Chapter 11:

    EP 11 - House of 20 Bodies(1)


    ¡°Isn¡¯t this too much?¡±


    Here hees. Or rather, the pig came. The fat blonde tanned lord had finally arrived, sweating profusely in my office. I had sent Sieri downstairs to avoid an encounter with this lord, and Aira was attending to me by my side.


    Heined that three of his serfs just left, saying it was sudden and unjustified. And he had a point.


    In a fief, every serf was a valuable asset, representingbor and military strength. Naturally, there would beints if a neighboring young blonde brat took three of his serfs without any consultation.


    "What''s the matter?"


    Of course, I had no intention of apologizing for this matter. From my experience in society, I knew that apologizing meant losing. Apologizing only increased the demands forpensation without gaining anything. So, I yed dumb. No matter how logical his argument was, I nned to deny everything. After all, if I framed this as a personnel transfer issue, he had no way of taking Sieri.


    ¡°''What¡¯s the matter''? How can you just take someone else''s serfs like this?¡±The lord was trembling with rage at having his serfs taken away. Without even checking his status window, I could imagine the message, "The lord is angry!" He really did look like a f*cking tanned, blonde bear.


    ¡°Ah, are you talking about Sieri¡¯s personnel transfer?¡±


    "Yes, that''s exactly it. Why did you take our Sieri!?"


    Typically, a lord wouldn''t bother remembering the names of nuns. Even I didn''t know the names of more than half of the employees working at our estate or the church members. I only call the head maid "Head Maid" and never by her name.


    This meant that if this guy knew Sieri''s name, he had been keeping an eye on her to some extent. The fact this NTR pig had been eyeing her meant that he was looking for an opportunity to take her. While it was a shame that I had no justification to kill him right now, I''ll find a way to deal with himter.


    "Since when did a lord have a say in the personnel transfers of the Great Celestial Church? As the Southern High Priest, I was delegated with the personnel transfers of all nuns and priests in the South."


    Of course, that didn''t mean I couldn''t respond to the lord''s protest. As I mentioned earlier, Lucius was the High Priest of the South. Among the Southern priests, I was the king. Unless I was summoning priests for an orgy, no one could challenge my personnel decisions.


    "That¡¯s... but Sieri''s parents are natives who grew up on mynd. How could you take them along with her? The people born and raised in the estate are its assets. This is..."


    Why did I take them? Because you might hold her family hostage and attempt that damned NTR. However, there was no need to say this outright. Instead, I said.


    ¡°So, it boils down to a tax issue. When I decided to transfer Sieri, I thought it would be inappropriate for her parents to live in a different estate, so I arbitrarily brought them over. But it seems I overlooked that part. As a religious person, I''m not well-versed in the logistics of estate management. Thank you for pointing out this important issue.¡±


    ¡°Aigo~, not at all. Then...¡±


    ¡°Then, rather than sending the two back to your estate, how about we apply your estate''s tax rate to them and send you the taxes ordingly?¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be right to leave the child in a personnel transfer alone in a foreignnd, so isn''t it only proper that her parents be with her? However, as you mentioned, simply bringing them would be taking your estate''s resources. Therefore, we will take care of the residents and pay you the taxes. We will also allocatend on the border between our estates.¡±


    ¡°Do you really need to go that far?¡±


    The lord seemed unconvinced by this treatment of the parents. In fact, it would be easier to just send them back home. However, if I sent Sieri¡¯s parents back, it would give a reason for Sieri to return to this tanned-blonde f*cker¡¯s estate. Since I couldn¡¯t follow her there, I wouldn''t be able to intervene if something happened.


    The lord shook his head and pressed further.


    ¡°There¡¯s another problem. First of all, Sieri¡¯s parents owe me a huge debt¡­¡±


    ¡°I will cover that debt.¡±


    As I said before, I receive additional funds for maintaining my dignity and donations from the Southern Church. Paying off their debt was nothing. They had a considerable amount of debt for two old people, but it wasn''t a big problem for me. The wealth of a lord and an ordinary farmer couldn''t bepared.


    ¡°So, it¡¯s not like you¡¯re losing any resources from your estate. Rather, you¡¯ll now have a vacant plot that if managed well, might even increase your ie, right?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s true, but...¡±


    The lord trailed off. Despite me offering to pay off the debt, cover the taxes, and providend near his estate for convenience, this bas?ard was still dissatisfied. Even after all thispromise, he didn''t know how to give up, does he?


    This meant one of two things: either he wanted to f*ck over Sieri¡¯s parents or he wanted to use them to f*ck over Sieri.


    ¡°Is there a reason why you''re taking such good care of Sieri¡¯s parents?¡±


    ¡°Ah, no particr reason. But paying off such arge debt like this could negatively affect the other residents...¡±


    ¡°Speaking of the debt, could you tell me why Sieri¡¯s parents have incurred such a substantial amount?¡±


    Although the debt owed by Sieri¡¯s parents was nothing to me, it was an amount far beyond what an ordinary farmer could casually borrow. Even Karl, who gambled, had only a few gold coins in debt, whereas Sieri¡¯s parents owed around 50 gold coins.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°Ah, that... It¡¯s a matter concerning the estate, so it''s difficult to exin.¡±


    ¡°I see. Then, I suppose our conversation is over.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°Do you have anything else to discuss? It seems like we¡¯ve both gotten what we wanted.¡±


    ¡°Y-yes, that''s true. I¡¯ve been repaid, and the personnel transfer is... well...plete. Hehehe...¡±


    The lordughed unpleasantly and slowly backed away. I had Robin send the lord away and then sat in my office, lost in thought.


    No matter how I looked at it, the neighboring lord made me uneasy. Although he wouldn¡¯t likely do anything drastic immediately, his existence was annoying. The most frustrating part was that I had no justifiable reason to get rid of him at the moment.


    Without cause, you''re just a murderer. Even the Great Celestial Church doesn''t protect murderers. I clicked my tongue and looked at Aira. Her face was flushed, asking.


    ¡°A... are you going to do that?¡±


    ¡°Yes, I have to.¡±


    I responded with a smile. Aira was given a new position. The nominal reason for punishing her was ''Aira''s rehabilitation,'' so there had to be evidence that she had indeed reformed. Thus, using my position as the Southern High Priest, I decided to appoint Aira as a nun of the Great Celestial Church.


    Could there be a more beautiful story than this? A swindler who had infiltrated the estate to steal was reformed by the wise lord, and joined the Great Celestial Church. A very touching tale that would improve the Church''s reputation and enhance my own.


    Doing good doesn''t always equate good things, but there were many benefits to having a good image. Consider how actors who y viins in dramas get scolded by restaurant aunties, regardless of how much they donate because of their viinous image. Good deeds and a good image were distinctly different.


    With Aira bing a nun of the Great Celestial Church, many things became more convenient. Since she was still an apprentice, someone had to teach her the doctrines, a task that Sieri and I took turns handling. During Sieri''s sessions, Aira learned proper doctrine, while my sessions involved more hands-on lessons on how people were made.


    These irregr ''Creationism'' sessions greatly helped me relieve stress and satisfy my desires for Sieri, and it also reinforced my preference forrger breasts and hips over smaller ones.


    Speaking of Sieri, I hadn''t had much time to spend with her amid my duties as the lord.


    Sieri had just moved into the manor and was still adjusting while frequently being absent to help her parents.


    On top of that, I had delegated the estate''s ounting work to her, so she was extremely busy familiarizing herself with the task. No matter how adept one was at ounting, tackling multiple estates'' finances in one go would be a job for aputer, not a person.


    Forcing a busy Sieri, who was already swamped with the handover and month-end reconciliations as she takes on a new ounting position, would only diminish any positive rapport we had. In the end, I could only admire Sieri''s graceful figure and delicate shoulders as they sway in front of me, substituting her image while f*cking Aira.


    Aira forgave me for calling Sieri¡¯s name during sex.


    Days passed like this. After the busiest quarterly reconciliation, Sieri has more free time. I was eagerly awaiting this. The neighboring lord was quiet, and the Demon King had not yet been resurrected.


    The innocent Sieri had a high level of favorability for me, and no one was attempting to rob the estate.


    The bandit groups in the area were unusually quiet.


    This was the perfect time to make my move.


    Sieri still looked at me with an innocent face that knew nothing. When I smiled at her, she got flustered and turned away, not knowing what to do. Her innocent smile was adorable¡ªovepping with the ''naivety'' trait I saw in her status window, which only intensified my desire.


    I ced my hand on Sieri''s shoulder. She was startled and dropped a few documents.


    ¡°Ah, I''m sorry, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°Sieri.¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord?¡±


    ¡°Call me Lucius.¡±


    I hadn''t done anything, but her favorability was already at 89. It was about time we started addressing each otherfortably. Sieri hesitated before speaking.


    ¡°That, I, is it really okay?¡±


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    ¡°L-Lucius...¡±


    Sieri blushed deeply and bowed her head. A smile spread across my face. Was this what they call a ''dad smile''?


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 Chapter 12:

    EP 12 - House of 20 Bodies(2)n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°My Lord!¡±


    The knight captain, Robin, who was living the most rxed life in the estate, came running to me in a hurry. When he came running like this, it meant something urgent had happened. Robin, who usually behaved as calmly as a guide dog for the blind, would act like a border collie chasing a frisbee whenever there was something he had to take responsibility for or something he had to do. As I stroked Sieri''s head, I asked.


    ¡°Why the rush, Robin?¡±


    ¡°The guards have captured a group of bandits.¡±


    ¡°Bandits?¡±


    If there was anyone in this territory who dared to oppose me, it was the bandits. These guys acted as if they had pawned their lives somewhere, frequently appearing at the borders of the territory and harassing people. The level of plunder had gotten so bad Lucius frequently summoned the guards to patrol.


    Recently, things had been rtively quiet, but suddenly there was another skirmish. They must have had several lives to spare. Maybe Lucius had spared them once or twice.¡°How many guards died?¡±


    In a ce with a small poption, each person was a valuable asset. If any of the guards had died in this battle with the bandits, it would have been devastating. We would have to coverpensation and hold funerals. Recing and retraining people also costs money. Money, money. To a lord, the people of the territory were money.


    ¡°Ah, yes¡­ This time, there don''t seem to be any fatalities. The bandits weren¡¯t particrly strong...¡±


    ¡°Have all the bandits been captured?¡±


    ¡°Ah, yes. The guards discovered a bandit squad that hade into the vige. They killed three during the fight and captured five who surrendered.¡±


    ¡°Reward the person who led the operation, and have all the bandits beheaded and their heads disyed in the streets.¡±


    ¡°I, that my¡­.Lu¡­.my..My Lord?¡±


    Sieri interjected, clutching my sleeve and cautiously watching my reaction. From her tone, she seemed unsure whether to call me ¡®Lord¡¯ or ¡®Lucius¡¯. I smiled at her and asked.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong, Sieri?¡±


    ¡°Um... ording to the teachings of the Great Celestial Church, even sinners are to be forgiven, with punishments focused more on rehabilitation...¡±


    If you''re a little too kind, they tend to cross the line. Sieri seemed somewhat dissatisfied that I focused more on brutal punishment than on the teachings of the Great Celestial Church. The right course of action would have been to scold her for overstepping the lord¡¯s orders, but I had to manage Sieri¡¯s favorability, so I had to refrain from such words and actions.


    Sieri did have a point. I was the Southern High Priest of the Great Celestial Church and had just recently rehabilitated Aira through a march of atonement. I had also just exined to Sieri why people need to repent and rehabilitate.


    Yet, to now order the beheading of bandits without even seeing their faces or crimes, it was understandable why Sieri would feel a sense of dissonance. Undoubtedly, many others besides Sieri would question the differing treatment of the bandits and Aira. As I patted Sieri''s head, I pondered how to exin this.


    In fact, there was no reason why they couldn''t undergo a march of atonement. But in this game, as in many erogames, unless the bandits were executives or bosses, they typically weren''t female characters. These were probably just rookie bandits, nameless extras. I didn''t want to strip such characters and have them paraded through the streets.


    That''s a crime. A very serious and horrifying crime.


    ¡°You have a point, Sieri. My hatred for the bandits who tormented the townspeople blinded me. Let''s start by holding a trial for the bandits. As expected, I really do need you.¡±


    But I didn''t exin it to Sieri that way. To f*ck a religious b*tch, I had to be religious myself. To f*ck a bone-deep believer of the Great Celestial Church, I needed to act like a believer. At times like this, agreeing with Sieri was the best course of action.


    Sieri seemed pleased by my head pats, making small, happy sounds like a puppy. Normally, touching a woman''s hair was taboo, but as a religious person in a world without perms or hair irons, she didn''t seem to mind if I messed up her hair.


    However, I couldn¡¯t spend all day patting Sieri''s head and just make static electricity. If I were to spend time with her, I wanted to make babies. To achieve that, I needed to view these bandits as positively as possible.


    ¡°Robin, hold on. We should conduct a trial first.¡±


    I went out to the yard with Sieri, where the bandits were tied up. Byw, the bandits were to have their arms chopped off, limbs cut off, or throats slit, depending on the severity of their crime. Of course, they didn''t care if they died from the shock, so most of the bandits died during the execution of their sentences.


    The bandits were lined up in the middle of the mansion¡¯s yard. I was tempted to kick the head of the bandit sitting at the end and topple all of them over. The bandits seemed to be eyeing each other, as ifpeting to see who would betray first.


    One of them, who appeared to be the most senior, immediately bowed his head when he saw me and cried out.


    ¡°My Lord! I¡¯m so sorry! I havemitted a grave sin! I¡¯m an uneducated and ignorant fool who didn¡¯t know how to earn money, so I resorted to banditry! If you release me, I promise never to do such things again!¡±


    ¡°I see. That¡¯s quite unfortunate. But, are you truly remorseful?¡±


    ¡°Yes! My lord! I am truly remorseful! I will ept any punishment!¡±


    ¡°Alright. Robin, cut off this man¡¯s hand.¡±


    Robin then dragged the bandit away, as if he had been waiting for this. He screamed and struggled, but he couldn¡¯t overpower Robin. As much as he''s usually called just ''Robin'', he wasn¡¯t the captain of the knights for nothing. The bandit screamed like a pig being led to ughter.


    ¡°Lord! My lorrrrd!¡±


    ¡°Um¡­¡±


    When Sieri grabbed my sleeve, I held her hand tightly and spoke.


    ¡°Sieri, Aira only attempted robbery, but didn¡¯t actuallymit her crime. But these bandits have repeatedly engaged in banditry and belong to a ruthless criminal organization. Unconditional forgiveness only leads to repeat offenses. Just because we approach the world from a religious perspective doesn¡¯t mean the world will be religious. Do you understand?¡±


    ¡°Lord! I¡¯m sorry! Please forgive me! I won¡¯t do it again! My lord!¡±


    The senior bandit¡¯s screams echoed from the back of the yard. I then turned my attention to the remaining four. I picked the one who seemed to be second inmand and asked.


    ¡°Are you remorseful?¡±


    ¡°Even if I say I am, if you cut off my hand, how am I supposed to make a living?¡±


    He talked back. An incredibly insolent brat. I turned to the guard beside me.


    ¡°This one isn¡¯t remorseful, so cut off his limbs. He must stay alive until he repents, so I¡¯ll treat him next to you.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°What are you waiting for? Go get a saw.¡±


    ¡°Yes, yes! Right away!¡±


    The second¡¯s face turned pale. But he still tried to act tough, as if he wasn¡¯t scared. Sieri, her face also pale, looked at me.


    ¡°Listen, Sieri. Those whomit a crime must understand the gravity of their actions. That¡¯s why we havews. Not all people can be forgiven by the divine, so the king makesws, and we enforce them. This bandit missed hisst chance to repent, so he will be dealt with ording to thew.¡±


    The soldier brought over arge saw. Sieri shook her head and turned away, not wanting to witness the gruesome scene. The second seemed to realize the futility of his defiance at this point. He trembled and looked at me. I asked.


    ¡°Are you reflecting?¡±


    ¡°¡­.Yes.¡±


    The second barely nodded.


    ¡°Then let¡¯s cut off your limbs.¡±


    He lifted his head again. The soldier looked at me with a surprised expression. I continued.


    ¡°Since you¡¯re remorseful, you should ept your punishment. To avoid disturbing the estate with your screams, we¡¯ll gag you.¡±


    Sieri, who had turned away, was now closing her eyes tightly and praying. It was clear that witnessing this was incredibly distressing for her delicate heart. I nced at her before speaking again.


    ¡°Well, just for today, I¡¯ll spare you the saw.¡±


    Robin approached from behind, wiping blood off his armor with a cloth. He surveyed the scene beforeing closer and speaking to me in a low voice.


    ¡°He died while cutting off his arm.¡±


    ¡°God took him.¡±


    The second and the remaining bandits were trembling with fear. I nced at Sieri and the soldiers before speaking again.


    ¡°Let¡¯s do this. Since the ringleader is dead, let¡¯s say he''s taken all your sins with him. With one sinner''s miserable death, I believe you¡¯ve all realized the gravity of your crimes.¡±


    Sieri raised her head at my words, looking somewhat relieved by my decision. She probably thought this was the kind of person her childhood friend was. However, I didn¡¯t make this decision out of irresponsible kindness.


    Given that no bandits had ever entered before, Robin and the soldiers also seemed somewhat relieved by my merciful decision. I looked at the bandits and said.


    ¡°I will provide you withnd where you can quietly farm, as well as financial support. Every person in the territory is valuable.¡±


    The bandits, seemingly moved by these words, bowed their heads and repeatedly expressed their gratitude. I turned away from them and whispered to Sieri.


    ¡°Watch closely, Sieri. See what reckless benevolence brings.¡±


    Sieri looked at me with a puzzled expression, not fully understanding my words. Ignoring her gaze, I instructed someone to find a piece of vacantnd.


    Every person in the territory was valuable. However, their value was not more important than devouring Sieri. I was certain this incident would mark a significant turning point in our rtionship, transitioning from mutual respect and friendship to a more unteral and coercive dynamic.


    I could see it clearly¡ªtheir eyes glistening with greed at the promise ofnd and money.


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 Chapter 13:

    EP 13 - House of 20 Bodies(3)


    The bandits were provided with a new home and field. This was an extremely radical measure, even under Lucius'' rule. Sieri felt somewhat guilty, thinking Lucius had overextended himself by listening to her.


    She did not yet understand the consequences of Lucius¡¯ so-called ''reckless benevolence.''


    The four bandits couldn''t believe their eyes when they saw the houses prepared for them, the documents proving these homes were theirs, and the vast fields. Following the leader¡¯s orders, they explored the vige and foundnd.


    ¡°Brother, this is amazing!¡±


    The third said as he looked around the interior of the house. They could use it as their hideout or sell it and return to the banditry. The second, still terrified by the near-death experience and almost losing his limbs, nervously bit his nails.


    The fourth was outside, looking at the fields. The paper in his hand outlined the boundaries of the vast farnd that now belonged to the four of them. He couldn¡¯t hide his delight.


    The fifth was handling the curious gazes of the surrounding vigers. Such curiosity was only natural; after all, the bandits who had raided their vige just the day before were now moving in as new residents. The vigers expressed their dislike of the fact that the bandits who had tormented them hade.¡°What is the Lord thinking...¡±


    The vige chief openly voiced his concern. The fifth frowned at this and red at the chief. Before the situation could escte, the guards who hade to deliver supplies broke up the fight.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The fifth epted the supplies and angrily threw the door open. The second was still biting his nails, deep in thought.


    While he was certainly grateful for the chance to rehabilitate himself, the second knew that if they didn¡¯t return to the gang, they would be branded as traitors. On the other hand, if they squandered this chance and fled, the lord would kill them. He was afraid of the boss, but he was also afraid of the lord. Especially when the lord had ordered their limbs to be cut off¡ªthose eyes were not the eyes of the Saint Lucius that the people spoke of.


    ¡°What do we do now?¡±


    The third asked, forcing the second to make a decision. The first through fifth hadn¡¯t banded together because they wanted to or because they were close. This categorization was merely arbitrary, decided by their boss. Before the raid, they hadn¡¯t even spoken to each other.


    The first¡¯s quick betrayal when he locked eyes with Lucius stemmed from thisck of loyalty.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. F*ck... What should we do...?¡±


    ¡°Maybe the boss won¡¯t look for us?¡±


    There was a slim hope that the boss, in an unexpected act of generosity, might not pursue them. He might even leave them be, allowing them to live their new lives. However, the second knew that the possibility of that insane boss, who had abandoned all ties with society, letting them go was virtually zero.


    The very reason why the boss had chosen to base their operations around Lucius'' territory, and not some other region, was because they already calcted that a High Priest of the Great Celestial Church would not actively try to exterminate them if his territory was robbed a little.


    The boss, who had intentionally exploited religion tomit heinous crimes, would never let them go. More likely, they''re waiting for them to return with the profits from selling their newly acquirednd and home.


    The lord would kill them for trying to sell thend. And if they ignore the gang, the boss would kill them. The second looked up. The nail he had been gnawing on finally snapped.


    ¡°Hey, let''s just betray them.¡±


    The second¡¯s proposal was simple: they would immediately run to the lord¡¯s mansion, reveal the boss¡¯ location, and request a raid on the bandits. No matter how many more years they spent stealing, there was no chance of receiving this level of treatment. It would be much more profitable to simply side with the lord and kill the boss.


    He heard that Lord Lucius was the son of a former hero and was also a half-elf. No matter how strong the boss was, he wouldn¡¯t stand a single blow.


    The second¡¯s proposal was very reasonable. However, the ever-worried third raised an objection.


    "But what if we lose?"


    The second hadn¡¯t even considered the possibility of Lucius losing to the boss. Regardless of the boss'' strength, they were up against someone with the bloodline of a legendary hero. There was no way a mere bandit could be a match for him. Thus, the second didn¡¯t bother to argue back. In fact, it wasn¡¯t even worth refuting.


    ¡°What do you think will happen if we get caught selling this by the lord?¡±


    ¡°We¡¯ll get killed, right?¡±


    ¡°Exactly, asshole. We¡¯re dead if we do nothing, and we¡¯re dead if we sell it. But don¡¯t you think betraying the boss and starting a new life is a better option than double-crossing the lord?¡±


    ¡°No, but I''m scared of what the boss will do to us if we get caught. The lord seems soft-hearted. What if he decides to forgive the boss and lets him go? What happens to us then?¡±


    ¡°We¡¯ll have to figure something out.¡±


    Even the second was at a loss for words in response to the third¡¯s words. If the lord forgave the boss, wouldn¡¯t that be the end of them? Who¡¯s to say the boss wouldn¡¯t be pardoned by the lord ande down to the vige? And what if they went after the boss and failed to catch him? The consequences would fall on them.


    ¡°Let¡¯s just wait for now. If we wait, they¡¯ll contact us.¡±


    So the second suggested the next best thing. They would wait. If the boss contacted them directly, they¡¯d follow his orders. If things seemed too risky, they¡¯d betray him. But if it looked like there was some profit to be made, they¡¯d stick with the boss. And so, the four bandits waited for the boss to make contact.


    Meanwhile, the four bandits who had decided to live peacefully for the time being had to do something to be recognized as members of the vige. Under Lucius'' special order, they had to attend a ss at the Great Celestial Church, located in the vige center, once a week.


    The Great Celestial Church preached that one should not oppress those weaker than themselves and that even those whomit evil could be saved if they repent. The strict-looking priest, who was leading today¡¯s sermon, was passionately speaking about the importance of repentance and atonement.


    The second thought this doctrine of the Great Celestial Church was nonsense. There was a time when he, too, had tried to be kind and good to others. He worked more diligently than anyone else in the territory. But in return, he was met with unfair taxes and the condescending gaze of the upper ss, who looked at people like him as if they were insects.


    It had been over ten years since he fled the territory and became a bandit, but he never heard of any divine punishment befalling his homnd or of the lord suddenly dying. Not once did he hear of anyone repenting.


    Every year, there was no end to the number of people who escaped from the evil lord¡¯s territory, and some of them ended up joining their boss¡¯ bandit gang. The third, fourth, and fifth had all joined the gang in a simr manner.


    What¡¯s the point of repentance? What does atonement aplish? Whether you atone or die with your limbs cut off, the lord of the neighboring vige will continue to live well. The world was ruled by those with money, nothing more. The second¡¯s lips twisted into a sneer as cynical thoughts filled his mind.


    ¡°Today, we have with us some brothers who have been moved by the teachings of the Great Celestial Church and have repented for their sins.¡±


    The priest pointed towards the bandits as he spoke. This fifth¡ªwho had been half-asleep, the fourth¡ªwho was pretending to read a book, as well as the second and third, all looked up at the priest. Everyone''s eyes were on them.


    The priest gestured for them to stand up.


    The second shook his head. The priest smacked his lips in frustration and frowned. He then continued his sermon, using the repentant bandits as examples to illustrate how important it was to live righteously. He spoke about how these reformed bandits had transformed from mere criminals intond-owning vigers, emphasizing what a wonderful thing it was.


    The second could only wait for this tiresome charade to end.


    After the sermon ended, a young nun with orange hair took the lead in collecting donations. Hands reached out from all around, offering whatever small change they could spare. The bandits, including the second, refused to contribute. The nun spoke up.


    ¡°Please show a little sincerity. The reason we can all sit here today is¡­¡±


    ¡°Yeah, yeah.¡±


    Not wanting to drag out the conversation, the second tossed a coin. It hit the nun¡¯s chest andnded squarely in the collection box with a crisp clink. The other bandits started to snicker at the scene. The second looked at the nun with his lips pursed.


    That nun¡ª she was the woman who had been beside the lord when he was about to execute them.


    ¡°Is there something bothering you?¡±


    ¡°Nothing.¡±


    The second shook his head. The nun didn¡¯t press further. She seemed to have something she wanted to say, but the priest took her away. As the priest whispered something to her, the nun frowned and shook her head.


    **** ****


    Returning home that evening, the four bandits finally received word from the boss after a week of waiting. The message was delivered by ''Hare'' Klebang, known for his speed within the gang. Standing on the table in the house where the bandits were staying, he pointed at them and said.


    ¡°You traitorous bastards.¡±


    ¡°Wait, just hear us out.¡±


    The second spoke hurriedly. Klebang waved the dagger in his hand between each of them, before throwing it at the fifth. He flinched as the dagger barely missed his head.


    ¡°Exin. Quickly.¡±


    ¡°We were nning to go back. But think about it¡ªwhat would the lord think if we sold everything off as soon as we arrived? Besides, if we run away, it¡¯d be a waste to leave behind all the profits we can make from this house and thend. Right?¡±


    ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you contact us?¡±


    ¡°We figured you¡¯d reach out eventually. Right? There¡¯s no way we¡¯d betray you.¡±


    ¡°Of course not. Right. You¡¯re guys with pride. You came to us because you didn¡¯t want to suffer under that lord. Isn¡¯t that right?¡±


    Klebang rolled his red eyes as he asked. His eyes were unsettling, with a vivid color and an unfocused gaze that gave the creeps. The second quickly nodded. Klebang said.


    ¡°The boss told me to kill you. He said waiting this long was a way of testing him, and you know how much he hates being tested.¡±


    ¡°Wait, wait, seriously¡­¡±


    ¡°But I¡¯ve decided to give you a chance. You have exactly three days. Sell off as much as you can, get the money, and meet at the entrance to the forest. Got it?¡±


    ¡°¡­..Got it.¡±


    The second lowered his head.


    ¡°No need to go all the way to the lord¡¯s mansion to sell things, right?¡±


    ¡°¡­..Right.¡±


    The second thought, there was no redemption in this world.


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 Chapter 14:

    EP 14 - House of 20 Bodies(4)


    ¡°S-save me¡­..¡±


    I never imagined a day woulde when I¡¯d hear a plea for mercy from a burly, bearded giant. I sat in the middle of the camp, holding a mace drenched in blood. Several bandits were sprawled across the ground, while most had thrown down their weapons and huddled together in one spot.


    The bandit leader, with his head half-smashed, kept repeating the words ¡°save me¡± like a cuckoo clock striking noon. I took a deep breath. You may wonder how I got here, for that I¡¯d have to go back to roughly three days ago, when I sent Sieri to the church in the territory.


    There were two main reasons for sending Sieri away. First, to gain some freedom in my actions. And second, because I didn''t want her to know what I was about to do.


    After dispatching Sieri to the local church, I decided topletely wipe out the bandit gang since I had already captured four of them. Letting bandits run wild next to the territory was bad for both my reputation and public sentiment. If anything, I couldn¡¯t understand why Lucius had let them be until now.


    In the original game, clearing out the bandit gang in the Peta Territory was a kind of quest. And since their location wasn''t randomized, repeat yers or those who enjoyed solo speedruns would head straight into the forest as soon as they entered the territory to start chopping off the bandits'' heads.


    I was quite the experienced yer of the game, and I knew where the bandits were.I considered bringing Robin along for safety, but the average level of the bandits were only around 10, while the Boss was around Level 20¡ªlikely to emphasize Lucius¡¯s ipetence and pushover nature. Given that I was currently level 36, I could throw a kebab party with these guys.


    What the hell did Lucius even do¡ªnot dealing with the bandits and tax evaders?


    So, taking advantage of Sieri¡¯s absence from the mansion and Robin being busy training the troops, I quietly slipped out unnoticed. As I slowly walked into the forest with my Staff of Truth in hand, I soon spotted a few bandits standing guard.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    One of them, holding a bow and casually ncing around while yawning, looked like someone who¡¯d been in the gang for quite some time. Newbies were usually more vignt when on guard duty. Hiding myself in the bushes...


    I slowly approached the guy. Once I got close enough to open his status window, I saw that he was a Hunter of the bandit gang and was Level 15.


    His stats were decent, and since he didn¡¯t seem to be actively participating in the bandit gang¡¯s activities, I figured I could probably persuade him to switch sides.


    Kkang!


    I snuck up behind him and swung my mace. What good would a bandit be anyway? The Hunter¡¯s head crumpled like a recycled aluminum can, and he copsed on the spot¡ªdead. Seeing that there were no others around, I started to slowly make my way deeper into the forest.


    There were no more guards along the way. The only one I encountered was the hunter I turned into an aluminum can. By the time I reached the entrance of the camp, I hadn¡¯t seen another guard.


    The camp was surprisinglyrge¡ªso much so that I wondered how it had remained hidden for so long. They had set up a massive fence like they''re some forest elves, withyers of vines woven into the fence to camouge it, as if it''s a wall made of grass. §²


    Two bandits were standing guard at the entrance of the camp. They seemed to be newbies, as they were standing stiffly with their heads held high, carefully watching their surroundings. I pressed myself against the wall and moved toward them.


    Kkang!


    They didn¡¯t notice me approaching until I was right beside them, so I wasted no time and smashed the face of the guard next to me with my mace. He was wearing a helmet, which triggered my passive [Charger], and his head shattered into pieces. Bone fragments and chunks of flesh flew everywhere, causing the other guard to copse in terror.


    Kkang!


    Before he could scream, his head exploded like a fireworks disy, and I burst into the camp.


    Inside, a drinking party was in full swing. In the center, the hulking bandit boss was downing arge bowl of alcohol, while the surrounding bandits cheered him on.


    I grabbed the spear that the guard was holding and aimed it at the boss. He was a head taller than everyone else, so it was really easy to target his head. The bandits still hadn¡¯t noticed me. Before anyone could turn around, I hurled the spear with all my strength.


    The spear flew at a speed faster than an arrow, piercing through the drinking bowl. The bandits'' cheers halted, and the boss froze. Slowly, the alcohol began to spill out through the hole in the bowl.


    ¡°B-boss?¡±


    One of the underlings asked about the boss''s condition. Only then did a few of them slowly turn around and notice my presence. But before they could react, I started smashing the heads of those who had been sleeping in the other barracks.


    If they all swarmed in from every direction, I might get hurt, so it made sense to deal with these ones first.


    When the bandits finally turned around, what they saw was a priest mercilessly smashing the heads of their sleepingrades.


    ¡°W-Who is that guy?!¡±


    Only then did they discover me and assume abat stance. I grabbed the first one who charged at me and mmed him into the ground. Seeing theirrade fly through the air, the others halted in ce.


    As the bandit smashed into the ground convulsed and foamed at the mouth, I swung my mace to ensure his end.


    Kwang-!


    The mace struck through the bandit¡¯s body and into the dirt with a thunderous sound, kicking up a cloud of dust. The bandit''s upper body waspletely obliterated, leaving his identity unrecognizable.


    ¡°Uh¡­ Ugh... Boss¡­! Boss!¡±


    The ones holding swords slowly backed away, calling for their boss. The boss, however, remained frozen while still holding his drink. Blood began to trickle out of the hole pierced by the spear. A subordinate who had been trying to grab the boss screamed at the sight.


    ¡°Ahhhh! Boss! Boss!¡±


    The bowl slipped from the boss¡¯ hand, revealing a horrifying sight. Half of his face was chunked off by the spear! The bandits began to scream in panic. With the boss dead, there was no one left to stop me.


    ¡°Silence!¡±


    I shouted at the bandit underlings. The boss, with his head sliced, managed to croak out.


    ¡°Help me¡­ he-help me¡­¡±


    His brain was too far gone. I offered a silent prayer for his broken intelligence, and then swung my mace at the bandit trying to slip past me.


    Pok-!


    The bandit who ignored me took a blow to the gut and mmed into the fence. Half-breaking the fence with his body, he became a porcupine impaled by the wood fragments. He gasped for breath, trying to show he was still alive, but there was no one to help him.


    ¡°Everyone, gather in the middle.¡±


    The bandits hesitated, as if they didn''t understand. So I shouted again.


    ¡°I said gather in the middle! Damn it.¡±


    Swearing always seems to make things clearer. The bandits quickly moved and huddled together. The boss remained off to the side, still begging for his life. I sat down with my back to him and faced the remaining bandits.


    ¡°I am the Lord of the Peta Territory, Peta Lucius.¡±


    At my words, the bandits became restless. As themotion grew louder, I mmed my mace into the ground to silence them.


    ¡°I''m sure you''re wondering how I found this secret hideout.¡±


    The bandits all went quiet. I looked around at them with a satisfied grin. Yes, from their perspective, it must have seemed impossible for anyone to discover their hideout. After all, no knights or soldiers had ever patrolled these woods.


    ¡°Recently, four bandits surrendered during a skirmish in the city.¡±


    ¡°Ah¡­¡±


    One of the bandits spoke up, seemingly realizing the connection. He began trembling with rage, hatred boiling up for the traitors.


    ¡°Those... those bastards¡­!¡±


    Bang!


    In the middle of my exnation, a bandit kept muttering, so I smacked his head. The bandit, who had been spitting out curses, died foaming at the mouth. Seeing this, the rest of the bandits immediately shut their mouths again.


    ¡°Yes. Thanks to them, I was able to find this ce.¡±


    Of course, those four bandits had never actually told me anything. But I had a goal in mind with this story.


    ¡°Banditry is a crime punishable by death. If it''s only a minor crime, you can sometimes be let go with cutting off a hand. But, as you can see, there are quite a few of you here.¡±


    Including the ones I''d killed, there were about twenty.


    ¡°I can''t kill all of you, and if you''ll just do one thing for me, I''m willing to let you go on the condition that you nevere near the Peta territory again.¡±


    ¡°And that is?¡±


    Bang!


    ¡°Speak politely.¡±


    ¡°W-what is the condition?¡±


    I sent another rude bandit to join his boss, and a terrified, red-eyed bandit raised his hand and asked. I said.


    ¡°The truth is, even though the bandits surrendered, they''re still bandits. I allowed them into the vige in the name of reformation, but honestly, I don¡¯t believe they can be reformed. I want you to deal with them. Will you do as I say? I''ll give you a reward if you do a good job.¡±


    ¡°Yes. Yes, I¡¯ll do it!¡±


    The man with the red eyes said his name was Klebang. He was burning with rage towards the traitors.


    **** ****


    A few dayster, I met Klebang at the entrance to the forest. All the necessary preparations wereplete. Other members were waiting for Klebang and me at the camp. I had told them they could leave if they wanted, but the ¡®reward¡¯ seemed too tempting. Klebang looked around nervously, then nodded at me.


    ¡°It¡¯s all set. We¡¯re meeting today.¡±


    ¡°I see. Give me a sword.¡±


    ¡°Here, here it is.¡±


    I grabbed the sword Klebang handed me instead of my mace. Just in time, I spotted the four bandits walking towards us in the distance. Klebang slowly approached them to avoid arousing suspicion.


    ¡°Did you sell everything?¡±


    He was still acting as the ruthless ¡®Rabbit¡¯s Foot¡¯ of the bandit gang. The second then nodded.


    ¡°Yes... We couldn''t get full price since we sold it off quickly... But here...¡±


    Then, Klebang swung his sword. The second copsed with his hand still outstretched. And before the remaining three could scream, I jumped out and sliced the fifth''s throat. Klebang charged at the fourth, and at the same moment, my sword pierced the third¡¯s heart.


    With the four bandits down, I wiped the blood from my face. Klebang cautiously asked.


    ¡°So... I...¡±


    Puk-!


    I plunged Klebang a gift into his stomach.


    ¡°Ah, yes. The guards and knights are probably on their way to the camp by now.¡±


    ¡°Kuh... kuhh¡­¡±


    Klebang coughed up blood, his red eyes turning redder. I picked up the second¡¯s money from the ground and began walking back to the estate. I was looking forward to what would happen the next morning.


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 Chapter 15:

    EP 15 - House of 20 Bodies(5)


    The estate was loud from early morning. I knew exactly why. The guards and knights had captured and brought in the remaining bandits. Excluding those who had fled before the operation and those killed during the arrest, about eight were dragged to my estate. They were yelling and demanding to see me.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t this different from what you promised, you coward?!¡±


    ¡°You dirty bastard! You call yourself a priest?!¡±


    Their audacity was unbelievable. These vile bandits dared to lecture me on the righteousness of a priest, using me of breaking my word. I couldn''t just stand by and let them nder. As soon as I lifted my mace, the bandits fell silent. Like Pavlov¡¯s dogs salivating to a bell, these bandits had been trained to shut up whenever I raised my mace.


    ¡°Robin, good work.¡±


    I lowered my mace again, praising Robin for his efforts. Though Robin looked like a gruff country bumpkin, he loved receivingpliments. With a proud expression, he nodded, and the bandits began to speak up once more.


    ¡°What about Brother Klebang? What happened to him? Did you kill him?¡±Wham!


    I smashed the head of the bandit who was the first to start babbling useless nonsense. The bandits held their breaths when they saw the helmet looking like a tuna can crushed in a press. I said, wiping the blood off my mace.


    ¡°You¡¯re bandits who prey on the innocent, yet you think you can talk about right and wrong? Byw, those who operate a bandit group that harms civilians are sentenced to death. Given the severity of your crimes, it¡¯s only fitting that all of you die.¡±


    ¡°You filthy bastard!¡±


    The bandits began to scream in outrage. I ordered the soldiers to draw their swords and cut them down swiftly, silencing all seven bandits in an instant. The soldiers drove their swords into the corpses sprawled across the ground, their frustration evident as they repeatedly shed the bodies of the bandits that had caused so much trouble.


    ¡°Disy their bodies in the streets.¡±


    Afterward, I went to meet Sieri. When I arrived at the church, Sieri was sweeping the yard early in the morning. When I waved to her, she stammered on how to respond. Finally, she set her broom aside and ced her hands together in a formal bow. Though it was the correct way to greet a lord, the way she almost dropped the broom was amusing, and I couldn¡¯t help but chuckle.


    ¡°M-My Lord!¡±


    ¡°Sieri, you doing good? How are the bandit brothers doing these days?¡±


    ¡°Well, I haven''t heard from them since they came to churchst time... They seemed to be trying to adapt to the vige.¡±


    I took Sieri¡¯s hand. She looked at me, her face bright red with surprise. Pulling her gently toward me, I said.


    ¡°Would you minding with me for a moment? There was somemotion between the knights and guards, and bandits today.¡±


    Hearing this, Sieri''s expression grew serious as she followed, likely assuming there were injured in need of prayers or aid. However, what I intended to show her wasn¡¯t something so innocent. I led Sieri up the mountain path. Along the way, there were a few dropped coins and signs of a hasty escape through the grass. As we moved deeper into a deserted area, Sieri looked slightly bewildered.


    ¡°My Lord?¡±


    I ignored Sieri¡¯s questions and led her deeper. As we passed through the overgrown grass, a thin dirt path came into view. Sieri frowned, sensing the foul smell beyond the path. But I gently pulled Sieri forward, who was hesitant to move. She grabbed my clothes nervously.


    ¡°My Lord.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay, Sieri. I¡¯m here.¡±


    If I asked her to call me Lucius here, I''d probably look crazy. I gave Sieri a reassuring smile to make a good impression and pulled her along. She followed me, taking small steps. As we got closer, the foul smell gradually filled our nostrils. Sieri realized that the things lying on the ground were corpses and clung tightly to me, shivering. ?


    ¡°My Lord?¡±


    ¡°Sieri. Look here.¡±


    ¡°My Lord¡­ What is this?¡±


    What Sieri was looking at were corpses. The bodies of four people who had lived in the vige not long ago. And in addition to that, the corpse of another man, presumably a bandit. They were all my creations. I asked with a sorrowful gaze.


    ¡°Do you know who they are?¡±


    Sieri held back her fear as she slowly looked at the corpses. Even without examining them closely, the bodies showed enough distinct features to make their identities easy to recognize. I had deliberately avoided touching their faces, and the third or fourth had died with just a stab to the heart. Meanwhile, flies clung to the nkly staring face of the second.... Sieri¡¯s expression shifted from fear to surprise, then to a mixture of emotions.


    ¡°¡­ It¡¯s them. Why¡­ were they attacked by other bandits?¡±


    ¡°They ignored the kindness I showed them. They sold the field and house I provided, and tried to return to the bandits.¡±


    ¡°Why¡­?¡±


    ¡°When I learned this from the watchman and rushed over, they had already been killed by this bandit here. I had no choice but to kill this man who was trying to silence me as well.¡±


    ¡°Why¡­


    Sieri seemed visibly shaken by the story I¡¯d told her.


    Of course, it was all a lie. It was a setup from the beginning. I¡¯d had Klebang threaten the four bandits, and even if they¡¯d risked death to report the truth to me, I had no intention of supporting them. Why go to such lengths? Beyond gaining Sieri¡¯s affection, I needed to prevent her from constantly questioning my methods. I stroked her hair and let my hand trail down over her shoulder.


    ¡°That''s how bandits are. Do you understand, Sieri? Their way of thinking is different from ours. Just as we live for God, these people live for their leader and organization. People like us could never understand those who gather strength just to plunder from others.¡±


    ¡°Still, even so, we should gather our strength to understand them¡­.¡±


    ¡°Sieri, if I were even a little weaker and that bandit had killed me, what would happen to this estate? Wouldn¡¯t the kind lord from the neighboring territory step in to oversee it?¡±


    Sieri shuddered at the mention of that tanned-blonde f*cker. I gave her a sorrowful look and said.


    ¡°I may be a religious person, but I am also a lord governing a territory. Sieri, there are times when we must act in ways that go against the teachings of the Great Celestial Church. I wanted to show you this, Sieri¡ªthat not everyone is good. These kinds of tragic oues are the result.¡±


    ¡°... Did you know everything from the beginning, My Lord?¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s just say I didn¡¯t foresee it would end up this horribly, Sieri. I don¡¯t want you to hate me.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°As I run the estate, I may have to be far more ruthless than you might think, Sieri. But that¡¯s the only way to protect it. Do you understand? To defend my people, I must be ready to wield a sword without hesitation. You¡¯ve seen it yourself¡ªwe¡¯re people of faith, yet we face those who don¡¯t uphold its teachings. If I show even the slightest weakness, people will try to take advantage of it.¡±


    ¡°I... understand.¡±


    Sieri nodded. Flies buzzed noisily around us. As the sun rose, the heat caused the corpses to gradually dpose. The stench of blood mingled with the humid, earthy smell, created a foul odor. I hugged her tightly and said.


    ¡°Whatever cruel decisions I may have to make in the future, I hope you won¡¯t hate me for them.¡±


    ¡°Yes¡­..¡±


    Sieri nodded. That''s right. Oh, how much effort it had taken to hear her say that one word. I could have barked at her to stop interfering in my work, but then I¡¯d never win her over. I had to coax and persuade her that what I was doing was justified. I could feel her trembling slightly. It seems she''s been in this gruesome setting for too long. Holding her hand, I spoke gently.


    ¡°Then shall we go?¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°Sieri.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    ¡°Can I be a little spoiled sometimes?¡±n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°Spoiled?¡±


    ¡°When I do things that go against the doctrine and my body and mind are weary, I need a ce to rest too, don''t I? Can you keep mepany then?¡±


    ¡°W-well, if you want¡­¡±


    Sieri blushed as she nodded. Then, I said before we had reached the vige.


    ¡°Can you call me Lucius?¡±


    ¡°Uh¡­. Lu, Lucius¡­..¡±


    ¡°Good job.¡±


    I hugged her tightly and then continued walking forward. Along the way, I instructed a guard to retrieve the bodies and disy them in the streets.


    For the next three days, the bodies of the bandits and the four brothers were hung out in the marketce. The boss¡¯ body, standing a full head taller than the others, bore a sign reading [Leader]. The others had signs reading [Guilty of conspiring with the leader to plunder the vige].


    The corpses of the four brothers were disyed separately, with a sign that read:


    [These four were granted a pardon,nd, and a home by Lord Peta Lucius, yet theymitted a grave act of betrayal. They sold everything and attempted to rejoin the bandit group. In the process, they were killed by their fellow bandits who coveted their wealth. It was a ridiculous thing. Let this serve as a lesson that no further pardons shall be granted to bandits within the Peta estate.]


    [Previous Chapter]

 Chapter 16:

    EP 16 - House of 20 Bodies(6)


    That evening, when the bandits'' bodies were disyed in the streets, I brought Sieri into my room. Since shemuted to and from the church from my quarters, she stayed in my room at night infortable attire. Through her thin pajamas, I could feel the softness of her skin.


    Sieri was dressed in pajamas that children would wear. Her shorts ended just above her knees, and the top, with little floral details, highlighted her innocence even more. As soon as she entered the room, I locked the door and embraced her tightly. Flustered, Sieri squirmed and her face turned red.


    ¡°M-My Lord?¡±


    ¡°Sieri, today was a really tough day. I witnessed the true face of those merciless bandits and had to take drastic measures to protect our vigers from their harm. Walking the line between a lord and a man of faith has been especially hard today.¡± N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Hearing my words, Sieri gradually stopped resisting. Embracing her from behind, I relished the feel of her slender shoulders and waist. She felt as delicate as a doll.


    She awkwardly reached out tofort me, stretching her arms around me in a soft embrace, filling the air with a sweet scent. I could feel my lower body throb, so I leaned back slightly.


    ¡°My Lord, you can lean on me whenever you need¡­.¡± ¡°Sieri, can youe over here?¡±


    I held Sieri''s hand and guided her to the bed. Sitting her beside me, I held her hand tightly. As we faced each other, Sieri¡¯s face flushed as red as a beet. Running my hand through her orange hair, I said.


    ¡°Sieri, I need you to help me with something.¡±


    ¡°H-how can I help?¡±


    Sieri had no romantic experience. That much was confirmed by her traits. I cupped her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss. No matter how innocent Sieri was, she should know what this meant. She stared at me with wide eyes, touching her lips.


    ¡°You know I really like and care for Sieri, right?¡±


    ¡°Yes¡­.¡±


    She responded in a dazed voice, touching her lips. Then I kissed her again. I didn''t push my tongue in though. When I touched her moist lips, I could smell the sweet scent of mille-feuille often served at the Great Celestial Church.


    She flinched slightly the first time, but only trembled a bit for the second one. I caressed her hand.


    ¡°So, as much as I like Sieri, I want Sieri to do more for me.¡±


    ¡°What¡­ kind of things?¡±


    I took Sieri¡¯s hand and ced it on myp. She moved her hand without any resistance as I led her. From my knee to my thigh, and then to my p*nis, Sieri felt therge, erect object and hesitated slightly.


    I moved her hand to gently stroke my c*ck over my clothes. The soft touch of her palm sent a different kind of pleasure down my spine. Letting out a light sigh, I grabbed the waistband of Sieri¡¯s pants. She looked slightly flustered and tried to grab my hand. I said to her.


    ¡°Sieri. Comfort me. It''s too hard.¡±


    ¡°Cofort, but this, this is... that¡­¡±


    ¡°Sieri. You like me, don¡¯t you?¡±


    Sieri nodded at my words, but she still hesitated, holding onto my hand. I didn''t intend to immediately have sex with Sieri today. Lucius¡¯s p*nis was beyond a normal size, and Sieri was slightly thinner than average. If I forced it in, she might die.


    I carefully rubbed Sieri¡¯s waist and began pulling down her pants. Her white cotton panties clung to her hips. When I looked in that direction, Sieri pulled her pants back up.


    I grabbed her hand that was on my d*ck again and said.


    ¡°Sieri. I want you tofort me.¡±


    ¡°I, I don¡¯t understand what kind offort you want, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°Will you give me what I want?¡±


    I asked while persistently trying to pull down Sieri''s pants. Judging by the fact that her favorability didn¡¯t drop on the status window, she was just refusing out of embarrassment.


    ¡°Th


    ¡°Sieri?¡±


    ¡°So¡­¡±


    ¡°Sieri.¡±


    Sieri was hesitating. I was getting aroused by her reluctance. Here I was, about to defile a nun who had never exposed her bare skin in front of anyone.


    Meeting my gaze, Sieri lowered her head and let go of her waistband. She asked.


    ¡°What... do you want to do?¡±


    I answered.


    ¡°First, could you lift your butt a bit?¡±


    Sieri raised her body slightly, making it easier for me to remove her pants. The stic waistband of her pants slipped down easily to the floor. I could see her pure white panties and smooth thighs. Conscious of her exposed private parts, she tightly pressed her thighs together. The Y-shaped valley formed between her legs and the edge of her panties barely visible under her shirt stimted my lust.


    I also removed my pants and underwear. My erect member was now in front of Sieri''s eyes. As I undressed, Sieri covered her eyes and turned her head away. I took Sieri''s hand and guided it towards my p*nis. Although hesitant, Sieri slowly ced her hand on it.


    Both Sieri and I flinched at the unfamiliar sensation. My bulging veins twitched at her touch. Sieri carefully poked and withdrew her fingers, observing it like an interesting animal. I held her wrist and made her grasp my p*nis.


    ¡°Hah¡­¡±


    A small gasp escaped from me. The sight of her slender fingers trembling as they wrapped around my d*ck was enough to satisfy my sense of conquest. I could see her cleavage through her shirt as she slightly bent down while holding my c*ck. I gently stroked Sieri''s @ss over her panties and said.


    ¡°Sieri, move your hand.¡±


    ¡°H-how?¡±


    Holding her wrist, I had her move up and down. Her soft and slender fingers glided down my shaft, then pressed against the veins and skin as they moved back up. Her movements were very slow, with a slight pause after each movement, as if she was worried about hurting me.


    ¡°You can move faster.¡±


    ¡°L-like this?¡±


    Sieri used her wrist to speed things up a bit. The friction of flesh against flesh sent ascivious pleasure throughout my body. I stopped massaging Sieri''s buttocks and reached for her thigh. Since Sieri was leaning against me, it was difficult to reach her p*ssy.


    Sieri frowned when I put my hand on her thigh, feeling ufortable in the position. No matter how I tried to dig inside, I was unable to because it was pressed between her stomach and thigh. I redirected my hand back to her buttocks. This time, instead of massaging the outside, I slipped my hand underneath the bed.


    ¡°Uh...¡±


    As I slipped my hand under the bed and caressed her v*lva, Sieri unintentionally clenched her hand. This sent both pressure and pleasure to my slightly squeezed p*nis. As I slowly stroked the mound wedged between her thighs with my fingers, I said.


    "Sieri, could youe in front of me?¡±


    ¡°Like this?¡±


    Sieri stood directly in front of me, still holding my c*ck. As she stood there awkwardly, I said.


    ¡°Now, move your hand again, just like that.¡±


    Sieri started moving her hand slowly, just as she had before. I slipped my hand between her legs, which had spread open from bending over. I could feel the softness of Sieri''s mound even through her panties. I brushed my hand over and used my fingers to gently rub her slit. Sieri nced at me with a subtle expression before focusing back on her task.


    I could feel her entrance tightly closed through her panties. If I f*cked her now, I wouldn''t be able to enjoy it, and it would ruin my rtionship with her. So I decided to dy properly taking her until I loosen her up.


    In the first ce, she had never masturbated before, so she didn¡¯t feel any pleasure from the touch. Rather, she seemed ufortable with me rubbing between her legs.


    I stopped teasing her v*gina and lowered my hand. I thought my favorability would drop if I did more.


    ¡°Sieri. Please go a little faster.¡±


    ¡°Like this much?¡±


    Sieri asked with concern as she picked up her pace. The faint sound of flesh pping against flesh could be heard with each forceful stroke of her hand. She seemed concerned that her actions might hurt me. That worried expression was so genuine that I had to take another deep breath.


    ¡°Ah... I-It¡¯s okay¡­¡±


    I was on the verge of climax, so I replied with a strained expression. Seeing my face, Sieri seemed like she was about to stop, but I grabbed her shoulder and said.


    ¡°Keep going... keep going. Faster...¡±


    Sieri¡¯s hand movements sped up, rapidly stroking my p*nis. Teased mercilessly up and down, my d*ck twitched as if it were about to explode. I let out a groan and breathed heavily. Pre-c*m dribbled down, wetting the base. Sieri looked at the sticky liquid with a troubled expression.


    ¡°It¡¯s... It''s okay... it¡¯s because I feel good... keep going... ugh...¡±


    ¡°Ah... Yes...¡±


    The pre-c*m dripping on Sieri''s palm was acting as a lubricant, allowing her hand to move even more smoothly. The pping sounds grew louder, adding to the heat in the room.


    ¡°Ugh...!¡±


    ¡°Ah...!¡±


    C*m erupted from the tip of my d*ck and sttered onto Sieri''s face. She looked dumbfounded at the white liquid on her face and hands. I used magic to wipe it off and said.


    ¡°It... It came out because I felt good.¡±


    ¡°Then, did I... That... do it well?¡±


    ¡°Yes, Sieri. You did well.¡±


    I patted Sieri''s back, praising her. She was unsure of what she did, but she looked pleased that she did well. I told Sieri.


    ¡°Sieri, this time we spent together is a secret from others. Do you understand?¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord.¡±


    [T/N: It was exam week, couldn''t find time to trante. Sorry??]


    [Previous Chapter]

 Chapter 17:

    EP 17 - House of 20 Bodies(7)


    After wiping Sieri''s face, I reluctantly let her go. There were many things I wanted to try, but it was only the first night. Just as wine bes better with age, savoring a person slowly was fun in its own way.


    And so, the night passed. I spent some time thinking about what kind of fun things I could do with Sieri in the future.


    From the morning, Aira was cleaning the mansion¡¯s corridors. Since the March of Atonement, Aira was so scared that she trembles at the thought of stepping outside the mansion grounds. So, I assigned her to clean the first floor of the mansion. Aira cleaned as if it was her life''s work, and at night, she served me as if being a prostitute was her calling.


    The other servants in the manor didn''t seem to mind that someone else was doing their work for them. Since Aira had originallye in as a ''maid,'' they find it natural to see her cleaning. Cleaning was a very suitable job as punishment.


    Seeing Aira adapt to life in the mansion so well was giving me a sense of satisfaction as a religious person. Wasn¡¯t it remarkable how this former swindler had transformed into such an honest and respectable person? Today, Aira was nning to ¡®serve¡¯ me under the desk in the office after cleaning.


    ¡°My Lord.¡±


    While I was standing in the corridor, admiring her from behind as she cleaned, Robin addressed me. I quickly adjusted my expression and turned to face him.¡°What is it, Robin?¡±


    ¡°I have a report to make.¡±


    ¡°Go ahead.¡±


    ¡°A murder urred in the vigest night, and a trial for the used is necessary.¡±


    The lord oversaw all matters within the estate. Although minor issues were handled by the knights or guards through enforcement ofws, more serious matters like murder or banditry required the lord¡¯s direct involvement. Since Peta Territory was small, trials were rare, but the lord needed to be vignt about each case. If one appeared lenient, people would exploit it.


    I tried not to show any reluctance in front of Robin. If it was ''Lucius,'' he would be distressed.


    ¡°That¡¯s unfortunate. Murder? Who couldmit such a horrible crime?¡±


    ¡°Do you remember the March of Atonement? There was a man who interfered with Miss Aira¡¯s penance and assaulted her.¡±


    ¡°Yes, I remember.¡±


    That¡¯s what he was told to do. Of course I knew. Hearing he¡¯dmitted murder, I wasn''t the least bit surprised. He nearly killed Aira several times when he beat her. And if I hadn¡¯t been a healer, she might have died for sure. While it ultimately served my ns, he was hardly someone fit for my territory.


    ¡°They say he beat his wife and ended up killing her.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s unfortunate. Did he beat her often?¡±


    ¡°Yes. He was a rather unsavory type¡­ It¡¯s said he frequently shed with others in the neighborhood as well.¡±


    In this world, guards didn¡¯t have the authority to intervene in personal family matters. After all, this was a game with that setting. For example, if I married Sieri, and engaged in anything from anal y to SM, the guards would have no authority to stop me. They can only watch.


    Another example. Even if I beat Sieri to near death, as long as she didn¡¯t die, the guards wouldn¡¯t have the authority to arrest me. It wasn¡¯t a case of negligence in letting a wife be beaten to death. ording tow, the guards could only give a ''personal warning.''


    ¡°So, is everything prepared?¡±


    Even in a rural estate like this, a trial required structure. The ¡°criminal,¡± the ¡°lord¡± who would pronounce the sentence, and the witnesses who would testify. Robin reported.


    ¡°There are already five people gathered to testify against the criminal.¡±


    Considering his history of causing trouble, they likely saw this as an opportunity to be rid of him for good. I couldn¡¯t say I didn¡¯t understand.


    ¡°Alright, let¡¯s go.¡±


    I set out with Robin. The scene was already bustling. Vigers were raising their voices, arguing over who would testify first before their lord. The guards, responsible for maintaining order, were trying to calm them down but no one seemed to listen.


    Themotion finally died down when I arrived. I looked around. In the corner, the murderer who had killed his wife was tied up with a rope, sobbing.


    A group of people with [Witness] cards gathered in an open space, while many others crowded together to watch the trial. The guards greeted me promptly upon arrival and straightened into sharp stances. After praising their efforts, I decided to start the trial in earnest.


    ¡°Guard, exin the case.¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord! Last night, John, a vige resident, rushed to the vige patrol guards and reported, ¡®There¡¯s screaminging from Henry¡¯s house. It sounds like someone died. Pleasee with me.¡¯ So, two guards armed themselves and went to Henry¡¯s house. When they arrived, they found Henry¡¯s wife struck dead by a club, and Henry himself was asleep, drunk, holding the club in his hand.¡±


    ¡°Are you certain that she died at the scene?¡±


    ¡°That... Once you see the body, My Lord will be certain of her death.¡±


    The body he spoke of was lying in one corner of the trial grounds as evidence, covered by a mat to conceal her face. The guard lifted the mat slightly and asked.


    ¡°Would you like to see it?¡±


    ¡°What did you do after finding the body?¡±


    ¡°We took both the witness, John, and the criminal, Henry, back to the guard post. We then assembled an additional team to clean up the scene and retrieve the body.¡±


    ¡°Was there no further investigation? There might be evidence of the crime left at the scene.¡±


    ¡°That¡­ we were certain of Henry¡¯s guilt, so¡­ uh¡­¡±


    ¡°From what I¡¯ve heard about the case, it seems the only things the guards are certain of are that a ¡®scream was heard¡¯ from Henry¡¯s house and that ¡®Henry was found holding the club.¡¯ Even John¡¯s testimony doesn¡¯t provide any further details. Is there any additional evidence that makes you certain Henry is the culprit beyond what I¡¯ve been told?¡±


    ¡°Well¡­¡±


    The guard trailed off. It felt like the case had been handled rather hastily. In a situation like this, the time of the wife¡¯s death was not of primary concern. I put off checking the body for now and turned to Henry.


    Henry looked startled when he saw me, then quickly bowed his head. I asked him.


    ¡°Henry, did you kill your wife?¡±


    ¡°¡­ I don¡¯t know.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t know?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know if I killed her or what happened. I remember trying to get home after drinking, but I don¡¯t remember anything after that.¡±


    This was a ssic case of someone being framed. There was certainly the possibility that Henry, in a ckout state, could have beaten his wife to death. However, it was also possible that someone might have set Henry up. The fact that five people from the same vige were eager to testify about a murder that took ce in the dead of night indicated that he had no shortage of enemies.


    It was just as usible for a man like him to kill his wife as it was for someone to frame him to be rid of him.


    ¡°I heard that you usually beat your wife.¡±


    ¡°¡­ Yes.¡±


    ¡°How did you usually hit her? With a bottle? Some kind of tool?¡±


    ¡°That¡­¡±


    Henry pressed his lips together, his eyes darting around. He didn''t seem to have the courage to confess his sins in front of so many people. I urged him.


    ¡°Speak, Henry. Your lord is asking.¡±


    ¡°I usually¡­ kicked her¡­ and punched¡­¡±n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    ¡°Why did you do that? Were you trying to kill your wife?¡±


    ¡°It¡­ I just got so angry¡­ I¡¯d lost my job, and nothing¡­ nothing was going right¡­¡±


    The crowd began to murmur. I could hear insults hurling at Henry, calling him worthless and irredeemable. I spoke up.


    ¡°If I hear another disturbance in this court, I will identify the speaker and deal with them ordingly.¡±


    Only then did the courtroom quiet down. I turned back to Henry.


    ¡°You lost your job, then. What did you used to do?¡±


    ¡°I was a carpenter, but I got injured at work, so I couldn¡¯t continue.¡±


    ¡°What kind of injury?¡±


    ¡°I hurt my arm, so I can¡¯t put any strength in my right arm. I can¡¯t hammer anymore¡­¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re right-handed?¡±


    ¡°Yes. I still use my right hand mostly, but I can¡¯t lift heavy things or do strenuous tasks with it.¡±


    I looked over to the guard again and asked.


    ¡°Which hand was Henry holding the club with?¡±


    ¡°It was in his left hand.¡±


    The guard answered. Since it had happened just the day before, it was easy to remember which hand it was in.


    ¡°So, based on the testimonies from the guard, Henry, and John, we have the following facts. Henry historically beat his wife, his whereabouts that day are unclear, he doesn¡¯t remember anything, and when they rushed to the scene where the screams were heard, there was no one else but him and his wife. Under these circumstances, it would seem that Henry beat his wife to death.¡±


    ¡°Yes, that¡¯s correct.¡±


    The guard nodded. Henry hung his head. But I shook my head. This was weird. Unnatural. Something about it felt very unnatural. I asked Henry.


    ¡°Henry, when you hit your wife, did you only use your left hand?¡±


    ¡°I think... I used both hands.¡±


    ¡°After you lost your job due to your right arm injury, did you ever try to rehabilitate your left hand to use tools?¡±


    ¡°¡­.. No. My wife earns money, and¡­. I¡¯m busy drinking¡­..¡±


    The audience looked at the trial scene, eager to speak up. Their tightly pressed lips and expressions full of discontent made it clear that they were hoping for Henry¡¯s swift execution. But I had no intention of doing that. This case¡­ something was definitely strange.


    A right-handed drunk,pletely incapacitated from drinking, who hadn¡¯t trained his left hand¡ªwould rationally decide that his left hand would hit the hardest and even picked up a weapon? And then managed to beat his wife to death with that hand?


    Something was off. Definitely.


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 Chapter 18:

    EP 18 - House of 20 Bodies(8)


    In fact, I didn''t care whether a drunkard was framed or had actuallymitted murder. The issue here was that someone was trying to deceive me, the lord. If I allowed myself to be fooled here, the next time, they would attempt something even bolder and more provocative. And if this continued, I would be doomed into another cycle of misery.


    It¡¯s essential to eliminate problems from the root when they first start to show. I needed to wrap up this case cleanly. If I went back leaving just suspicion lingering, I¡¯d be lying awake at night.


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    Name: Henry


    Job: Drunkard


    Level: 8


    StatsStrength: 3


    Agility: 4


    Intelligence: 3


    Luck: 2


    Traits


    Muscle Disorder


    Due to an injury, there is a problem with his muscles.


    Penalty applied to Strength and Agility stats, cannot properly use weapons.


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    Although Henry might be a piece of trash who hits his wife, he wasn¡¯t the culprit in this case. With stats this wrecked, it¡¯d be hard for him to kill someone. Even if Henry¡¯s wife had a frail physique of a tuberculosis patient who would die from a light touch, if she died at the hands of this half-cripple, it would¡¯ve been natural causes.


    I ordered the guard to unveil the corpse. When he lifted the covering, I saw Henry¡¯s deceased wife.


    She was quite pretty. It seemed she hadn¡¯t had much of an eye for husbands, though.


    And the back of her head waspletely smashed in. I couldn¡¯t help but frown, the crowd eximed, while Henry turned away at the sight of the horrific scene. With her head in that condition, she was definitely dead by the time they found her.


    I looked around. Some nuns, along with Sieri, seemed to havee out from the church to watch. I spoke to the guard who had first discovered the scene.


    ¡°Guard, what position was the body in at the time of the incident?¡±


    ¡°She was lying face down.¡±


    ¡°Lie down and show me exactly how she was positioned.¡±


    The guard hesitated for a moment, but after I nodded for him to proceed, hey on the ground and mimicked the position of the corpse. Heypletely face down, with both arms and legs stretched out. I asked.  ?


    ¡°Was the body facing Henry?¡±


    ¡°No. The body was lying with its back to Henry.¡±


    The guard stood up and answered.


    ¡°Where¡¯s the club used as the weapon?¡±


    ¡°This is it.¡±


    The guard brought over the club that was stored separately. I¡¯d expected it to be an oak club, but it was a sturdy rod made of metal. A blow to the back of the head with something like this would certainly kill a person. It had an excellent grip and just the right heft. But the issue was¡ªcould that shaky-handed drunk pull off such a precise blow?


    I dismissed the guard and took off the corpse¡¯s top. I could feel the guard and the vigers being taken aback by my sudden action. There were bruises on her back, but no marks that looked like they came from a metal rod. If he was just beating her as usual and identally killed her then, there should have been wounds on her body. However, there wasn¡¯t a single mark on her arms or torso.


    If he¡¯d hit anywhere else with the same power he used to strike the head, something would have been broken or the flesh would¡¯ve been torn apart. Judging by the state of the corpse, Henry supposedly only hit her head a few times, then suddenly passed out from drunkenness. Doesn¡¯t that sound odd?


    It was actually more believable that someone else killed Henry¡¯s wife and ced the club in his hands.


    ¡°This is strange.¡±


    ¡°What are your thoughts, My Lord?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s all too clean.¡±


    ¡°Pardon?¡±


    ¡°Henry can¡¯t even swing his arm properly, so how did he manage to strike her head so cleanly? You know yourself, guard, that if you tried swinging a weapon with your weaker hand, it wouldn¡¯t be nearly as effective.¡±


    ¡°


    ¡°And ording to your own testimony, the victim didn¡¯t resist at all.¡±


    The state of the corpse was strange, too. She was lying too straight to have tried to run away. It was as if she hadn¡¯t anticipated being hit from behind.


    ¡°Perhaps, she fell trying to escape?¡±


    ¡°Where is Henry¡¯s house?¡±


    I decided to head to Henry¡¯s house with the guard. The house was quite tidy. When I asked the guard if he¡¯d cleaned up, he replied that they hadn¡¯t touched anything. He added that it had looked the same when they first came to the crime scene yesterday.


    ¡°Where was Henry¡¯s wife found lying?¡±


    ¡°Over here.¡±


    The guard pointed to the kitchen. There was a small window, but no other obvious exit. I asked again.


    ¡°And where was Henry?¡±


    ¡°He was over here.¡±


    The guard gestured toward the bedroom door, across from the kitchen. He exined that Henry had been found copsed leaning against the doorway. The setup seemed too unnatural to suggest an attempted escape. After taking a look around, I noticed something unusual. There was a teacup on the table, and one of the chairs was slightly pulled out.


    Conveniently, the table was positioned between Henry and his wife. There was also a kettle rolling on the floor. If Henry had a habit of beating his wife after drinking, she wouldn¡¯t have been making tea for him. However, the teacup and kettle indicated that Henry¡¯s wife had been serving tea shortly before she died.


    It meant there was a third party at the scene.


    Back at the courtroom, I looked for John.


    ¡°I heard John was the first to report it. Where is he?¡±


    John raised his hand from the witness stand. He looked rather tired, as if he had been harassed by the guards since yesterday.


    ¡°You reported it to the guards because you thought someone had died?¡±


    ¡°Yes, that¡¯s right.¡±


    ¡°Did you often hear screams from Henry¡¯s house?¡±


    ¡°Yes¡­ every time he drank, there were always screams or crying from his house.¡±


    ¡°So, why did you think someone was dead when you heard the same screams this time?¡±


    ¡°The screams that day¡­ they sounded different than usual. It was like a feeling of foreboding, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s why you called the guards.¡±


    ¡°Yes, that¡¯s correct.¡±


    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you go to the house when you heard the scream? If Henry often hit his wife, couldn¡¯t you have gone to check?¡±


    ¡°I was too startled to think of that.¡±


    ¡°Was there anyone else who heard the scream?¡±


    I called for witnesses. Henry¡¯s house was located at the edge of the vige. The witnesses only stared at each other without raising their hands. I turned back to John.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    ¡°So you were the only one who heard the scream and reported it. Henry¡¯s house is at the edge of the vige. What were you doing there at that time?¡±


    ¡°A-Are you suspecting me?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m asking a question under the lord¡¯s authority. Why are you talking back?¡±


    I''m going to find a reason to kill this bastardter.


    ¡°N-no, I apologize.¡±


    ¡°Answer me. What were you doing at that time?¡±


    ¡°I-I was just¡­ just taking a walk.¡±


    ¡°What time was it then?¡±


    ¡°It was around midnight.¡±


    The guard answered for him. Midnight waste by any standard here. I questioned John again.


    ¡°Taking a walk at midnight?¡±


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t sleep.¡±


    There wasn¡¯t much to say that he couldn¡¯t sleep. There was no curfew in the territory. But John was far too suspicious. Every little thing he did felt unnatural.


    If it were me, even if I were out for a midnight walk, I wouldn¡¯t go anywhere near the house of a wife-beating drunkard. There was circumstantial evidence of a third party being in the house, and John¡¯s actions were suspicious, but Icked hard evidence.


    I kept watching John, looking for anything I could use. There was something off about him, and as I stared at him, I finally realized what it was.


    This guy was supposedly detained by the guards all day after his ''midnight walk,'' yet his clothes were spotless. Not even someone going on a date would dress that neatly. No one goes out dressed like that just for a short stroll at night.


    ¡°Guard.¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re going to John¡¯s house immediately.¡±


    John¡¯s face visibly paled with shock. I ordered the guards to hold him while I rushed to his house. If my suspicions were correct, there would be conclusive evidence inside.


    And there it was. When the guard and I opened the door, we were greeted by a pile of clothes in a basin in the corner, sttered with blood like red spray paint. Such a thing had no business being in John¡¯s house.


    I took the bloody clothes back to the courtroom. John¡¯s face had already gone ghostly white.


    ¡°I¡¯ll give you a chance to exin.¡±


    I showed the bloodstained clothes to the witnesses and guards. John fell to his knees, trembling, and finally spoke.


    ¡°I¡­ I was furious.¡±


    I looked at John.


    ¡°How could she go to a guy like that... I liked her first¡­ I liked her first!¡±


    ¡°Why did you kill her?¡±


    ¡°I knew Henry waspletely drunk yesterday. So I waited until he fell asleep, then went to Julia. She was d to see her childhood friend and even made tea for me. That¡¯s when I told her, she should leave Henry and live with me. I told her to leave that good-for-nothing who couldn¡¯t make money and just beat her all the time.¡±


    This bastard. He was one of those filthy NTR scum.


    ¡°But she rejected me! She left me because of that piece of trash! I couldn¡¯t take seeing her turn her back on me for him, and without thinking, I¡­!¡±


    ¡°Take him away.¡±


    I was already annoyed with him, so I was killing him for sure. I won¡¯t forgive attempts at NTR. The unexpected ending made people murmur.


    John probably killed Julia, changed his clothes at home, and ran straight to the guards. With so much evidence pointing to Henry as the culprit, he must have assumed Henry would be arrested immediately. He hadn¡¯t expected to be detained to participate in the trial until the next day.


    I looked at Henry. His face was stained with grief over his wife¡¯s death and betrayal towards John.


    ¡°Raise your head, Henry.¡±


    ¡°M-My lord¡­¡±


    ¡°Your trial is not yet over.¡±


    The guards and the crowd started murmuring again. I had warned them to stay quiet, but this was the reaction I wanted, so I let it be.


    ¡°The sin of wasting your life and not cherishing your precious wife is heavy.¡±


    ¡°My Lord¡­¡±


    Henry choked up with tears.


    ¡°I sentence you. From this moment on, you must swear to give up drinking and find a new job. Though Johnmitted the crime, your sins are not insignificant. Reflect on the harm you caused your wife, and repent sincerely.¡±


    ¡°My Lord¡­!¡±


    I shook my head and said.


    ¡°That is all.¡±


    What should I make Sieri do when I go back?


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 Chapter 19:

    EP 19 - House of 20 Bodies(9)


    ¡°Sieri. Shall we start?¡±


    The blushing Sieri slowly lowered her pants in front of me. Although I was slightly disappointed that she hadn''t chosen a skirt as her nightwear, the way her hips curved out stretching the waistband as she pulled her pants down was strangely stimting. After removing her pants, Sieri stared intently at me.


    Seeing her look that seemed to ask why I wasn''t undressing, I shook my head. Instead of having her do a handjob, I nned to pleasure Sieri myself. Putting on a kind expression, I called Sieri over to the side of the bed where I was sitting.


    ¡°We¡¯re going to try something different today, Sieri. Come sit here.¡±


    Patting the mattress to signal her to sit, Sieri obediently climbed onto the bed. Supporting her back with my hand, I gently pulled her body down. The bed shook slightly as Sieri¡¯s light body nestled into the soft bed. Sieri, with wide open eyes, stared at me with a clueless expression that already sent a thrill to my lower body.


    ¡°Bring your legs together.¡±¡°Like this?¡±


    On the bed, Sieri closed her legs together. I then spread her knees apart to form an ''M'' shape. Sieri instinctively tensed up as her legs were suddenly spread wide open. I reassured her.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay, Sieri. Today, I want to make you feel good.¡±


    ¡°Feel good?¡±


    ¡°Have you ever tried masturbating on your own?¡±


    ¡°No¡­..¡±


    ¡°Do you know what it is?¡±


    ¡°No¡­..¡±


    In the original storyline, this innocent girl was taken by that blonde NTR scum f*cker of a lord. I silently cursed the original Lucius once again. How could he not take such a beauty?


    I ced my hand over Sieri¡¯s panties. I could feel the cleft beneath the fabric. Yesterday, I had forced her to feel things in an awkward position, and being unustomed to the sensation, she couldn''t enjoy it. But today, I nned to focus solely on pleasuring her in the mostfortable position.


    While getting handjobs and blowjobs were nice, I''ve got a lot of work left loosening her up. I gently pressed my fingers against the white fabric, moving my hand up and down.


    ¡°Eup.¡±


    Sieri let out a subtle moan and frowned, unfamiliar with the feeling on her lower abdomen. I supported Sieri''s lower back with my other hand and gently pushed her hips forward with each press. This naturally aligned her movements with my hand, making it seem like she was pleasuring herself with my fingers.


    I didn''t bother asking how she felt. Sieri closed her eyes, seemingly trying to figure out what I meant by feeling good. To ensure she didn''t feel any difort, I moved my hand and her hips very slowly and gently.


    ¡°Huu¡­¡±


    A few minutes passed like this. For the first time, Sieri let out an excited breath. I could feel the white panties bing damp along the slit. I then nibbled on her earlobe, while applying more pressure to the wet spot.


    ¡°Uh¡­.¡±


    Sieri was startled and red at me. Her face reddened with embarrassment. I slowly began to increase the speed of my hand, little by little. Her expression twisted subtly as she closed her eyes and started to breathe heavily. ??


    I lifted Sieri''s hips with one hand and began to rub her p*ssy more vigorously with the other. Each time I rubbed past her slit, I could feel the unique texture and Sieri twitch.


    ¡°Hah...heu...aah¡­.¡±


    Sieri moaned and grabbed my cor. She held onto me tightly, as if she''s going to rip my clothes off. I asked.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t¡­ know¡­heuugh...ah¡­¡±n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Sieri buried her face into my chest. She also tried to close her legs to avoid my hand, but I just dug deeper. Her thoroughly soaked underwear was no longer serving its purpose.


    ¡°Ah¡­enn...mhm...¡±


    Sieri continued to bury her face in my chest, but she was clearly enjoying my touch. Her face, flushed red all the way to her ears, confirmed this. I pulled down Sieri''s underwear. The now-drenched panties clung to her thighs, leaving a trail of moisture as they fell. I could see a lush jungle peeking through the half-lowered underwear.


    Thinking about it, there''s no way a girl who didn''t even know about masturbating would shave down here.


    I briefly snapped back to reality and convinced myself of that. No wonder it felt somewhat bristly over her underwear. I resolved to have Aira take care of itter.


    Putting the initial shock from discovering the jungle aside, I plunged my hand through the thicket like Indiana Jones. The warm, humid air emanating from Sieri''s swollen entrance was pulsating, invitingly.


    The narrow and delicate crevice was still too tight to ept a man. I knew a disaster was waiting if I forced it here. Suppressing my exploding lust and excited loins, I slid my finger slowly through the crevice.


    ¡°Ah...uh...¡±


    Sieri softly moaned and slightly twisted her hips. I was also a little surprised by the pressure on my finger. Sieri''s inside was extremely tight. So cramped that I could barely move a finger. I delicately moved my finger back and forth, gauging Sieri''s reaction.


    ¡°Huu...ah...agh...a...aah...¡±


    Sieri, with a dazed expression, was enjoying the sensation. If I could gradually increase the number of fingers and ease her open this way, then passionate and virgin sex with Sieri wouldn''t just be a dream. I stared into space, pushing her wriggling hips with my hand, and began scratching along her flesh walls.


    ¡°Aheuk!¡±


    Sieri shuddered and let out a louder sound than before, as strong stimtion massaged her insides. I slowly prodded different spots within her, searching for the most sensitive areas, while Sieri contorted like a martial artist taking hits, showing diverse reactions.


    Honestly, if I wasn''t risking her favorability, I could have yed with her all day long. Her reactions were just so enjoyable.


    As I toyed with Sieri, I found the spot where she responded most sensitively and began to tease it. When I gently pressed her clitoris that''s peeking through the parted crevice, Sieri arched her back and moaned.


    ¡°Haargh¡­! Huu¡­. My, My Lord¡­ This is¡­! Heung¡­.!¡±


    As I thoroughly worked over her insides with my finger while also caressing her exposed clitoris, Sieri was beyond the point of coherency. Like a little bird caught by a hunter, her heart fluttered as she surrendered her bodypletely to me. Her gaze was vacant, and her hands were pulling at my priest''s robes as if she was going to rip them apart.


    ¡°My Lord...My Lord...ugh...ah...ahaa...ah...!¡±


    Sieri met my gaze and let out a pitiful cry. She gripped my cor and lowered her head again, enduring the pleasure. The mattress was soaked, unabashedly drenched in lewd fluids.


    Squelch, squelch-. The room was filled with wetness and Sieri¡¯s moans. My bedroom was currently no different from ake where animals mate, overflowing with water.


    ¡°Ah...aahn!¡±


    Sieri arched her body as she finally reached her climax. Copsing onto the bed, her limbs trembled slightly as she wore a confused expression, seemingly unsure of what had just happened to her.


    The bed was drenched. And with herpletely soaked lower body, it looked like she wet the bed. Realizing the state she''s in, Sieri tried to sit up abruptly. However, with her legs numb, her attempt only resulted in her leaning heavily on me once again.


    I caressed Sieri¡¯s head and said.


    ¡°Next time, try doing it by yourself, Sieri. Okay?¡±


    ¡°B-By myself?¡±


    ¡°But you mustn''t do it in front of others or when you¡¯re alone, no matter how good it feels. You have to do it in front of me. Okay?¡±


    ¡°Ah, yes¡­¡±


    Sieri¡¯s hand stopped for a moment as it reached between her legs. Developing sexual desire was akin to drilling a hole in a solid dam. Once the water starts flowing, it would rush out uncontrobly and cannot be stopped. Having broken down one of Sieri¡¯s barriers, she was now inevitably walking down an irreversible path.


    As I held her panties in my hand, I watched Sieri''s backside as she put on her pants, thinking these thoughts. Since the night was growingte, Sieri needed to go get some sleep. Personally, I wanted her to stay and sleep here with me, but she declined, saying it was too embarrassing.


    For reference, the Great Celestial Church''s rule about ¡°severe punishment for touching a nun¡± only applies to cases of assault. Consensual rtionships between believers do not fall under this rule. Since my rtionships with both Aira and Sieri were consensual, there was no issue.


    Rumors of my promiscuity might spread around...


    But I was preupied with figuring out how to deal with my burning desire. I was happily debating whether I should have a solo session for the first time in a while, or should I go to Aira''s room. In the end, since I had a woman around, I decided it¡¯d be better to visit Aira than sit around in my room alone. Just as I made up my mind, someone knocked on the door. Realizing the scent of my recent activities lingered in the room, I quickly opened a window and called out.


    ¡°Who is it?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s Knight Captain Robin. I¡¯m here with an urgent report.¡±


    ¡°What is it?¡±


    Robin opened the door and said.


    ¡°A prophecy hase down that the Demon King will be resurrected.¡±


    ¡°Really? That''s a big deal.¡±


    I replied nonchntly. I¡¯d wondered when he¡¯d finally get resurrected. Still, I¡¯d already taken care of most potential threats, so there was no real problem. It almost felt like he was waiting until I¡¯m done clearing the obstacles. I swept the mace resting in the corner of my room with my foot and said to Robin.


    ¡°Ready up, Robin.¡±


    It was finally time to be a hero.


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    EP 20 - Hero & Lucius vs EVIL(1)


    ¡°F*ck.¡±


    Did I say I wanted to be a hero? I wanted to live as one, but it looks like I''m going to die like this. I cursed while sitting atop the corpse of an ogre. Smoke was rising from all directions, and the wails of the wounded being carried off filled the air.


    ¡°Are you all right, My Lord?¡±


    Robin was running over from a distance, his surroundings littered with the remains of orcs and goblins that had been reduced to chunks. The scent of burning bodies was thick. The soldiers moved the wounded back and burned the bodies of the enemies. We had to burn them quickly, as they could turn into undead.


    Wasn¡¯t I supposed to be off hunting the Demon King? I had that dream once. If everything had gone ording to n, I would have smashed the head of the noble who was trying to release the Demon King''s seal and be hailed as a hero. But ever since I received the news, monsters had begun converging on thisnd. There was no way to escape.


    Looking back, there were a lot of monsters in the territory mid-game. But when I first arrived, not a single one was in sight. It seemed the monsters spawned as the Demon King¡¯s resurrection began. Thinking too lightly was my downfall. I clicked my tongue and mmed the mace into the ground.


    ¡°My Lord, are you okay?¡±¡°I¡¯m fine, Sieri. Please focus on helping the other wounded.¡±


    Of course, if I really wanted to, I could have slipped away. But if I, the lord, abandoned my people and went to catch the Demon King, there would be no one to defend this ce. A week¡¯s round-trip may seem short during peaceful times, but it was far too long with monsters swarming.


    It was enough time for the neighboring lord to seizemand and im ownership of the territory. I gave up on the title of ''hero'' in favor of avoiding NTR.


    Technically, I was already regarded as a hero¡ªbut only limited within the territory. Over the past month, I had fended off the monsters gathering around the territory, waiting for the hero toe. With no option to leave, I¡¯d settled on being the buffer when they show up.


    I killed monsters like that for a month. Maybe because it was the middle part of the story, the average level of the monsters was over 20. As a result of continuously killing these guys under mymand and buffs, my level went up from 36 to 45, and Robin''s from 20 to 30.


    But despite the level increase, I was slowly getting tired of these monsters seemingly crawling out of nowhere. When was thest time I went back to the mansion? It must have been over a week by now.


    Sieri was tending to the wounded soldiers with a haggard look on her face. Robin, for his part, was slumped on the ground and nodding off. We were all at our limit. We had been running around the territory, responding to every monster attack. I asked Robin. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    ¡°Robin. Why are there so many monsters?¡±


    ¡°Huh? Ah, are you okay, My Lord?¡±


    Seeing that he was out of it too, I gave up on asking. I had never expected Robin to give me a proper answer anyway. I silently stared at the smoldering ground. When the soldiers looked at me intently, I silently handed them the ogre corpse I was sitting on.


    In this world, ogres were monsters with the height of a basketball yer and the physique of a gori. With an average level of 35 to 40, they were mid-level field bosses whose strength could crumple knights'' armor like paper.


    If not for me, thisnd would have beenpletely razed by them. I gazed down at the burning corpse of the ogre and spat on the ground. My mouth tasted bitter from inhaling ash. I then sat back down, feeling the warmth emanating from the burning ogre. These monsters, who seemed tock any trace of pity or remorse, released a warmth as if trying to embrace the world.


    Waiting for quite some time, everything was quiet. It seemed that after a week of hunting monsters along this border, we¡¯d finally managed to clear them. Now, my task was simple. Return to the mansion as quickly as possible and replenish my energy.


    ¡°Vige Chief.¡±


    ¡°Yes, My Lord.¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re heading back for now. Strengthen the defenses around the fence.¡±


    ¡°Yes. Understood.¡±


    After instructing the vige chief to tighten security, I returned to the mansion with the knights and soldiers. Many of the vigers had died due to this monster attack. Three people had died and funerals were held, and four soldiers had died and five had be permanently disabled.


    Most had fallen from surprise attacks before I could arrive. Lying back in the carriage, I reached out to Sieri, who was still watching over the wounded. She held a bandage in her hands, looking at the exhausted soldiers. I gently pulled her down beside me and whispered.


    ¡°You¡¯ve done all you can. Rest.¡±


    The healing magic of priests and nuns consumed stamina, so it was less effective when you''re this tired. Given our exhausted state, it would probably be more effective to just say, ¡°Pain, pain, go away~¡±


    I wanted nothing more than to hurry back and get some rest. Sieri attempted to get up and tend to the patients, but when I held her tighter and forced her to lie down, she immediately stopped moving. ncing over to check, I saw she¡¯d already drifted off to sleep.


    She was must have been really tired as she was even snoring softly. I also got into afortable position next to her and fell asleep without even realizing it.


    ¡°Get down¡­now¡­!¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m¡­


    ¡°Now¡­how...know¡­?¡±


    There was amotion. It felt like I¡¯d just closed my eyes, but it became so noisy. I frowned and got up. Sieri, who had been lying beside me, was already gone.


    ¡°What¡­¡±


    The sight I saw as soon as I got up was truly a spectacle. A blonde elf was grabbing Robin by the cor and shaking him violently. Robin had a big bruise on his face, as if he had been hit, and the elf''s eyes were incredibly fierce.


    Without hesitation, I grabbed the mace beside me and swung it straight at the elf¡¯s head. Just as I struck, the elf turned and reached out, but was instantly knocked backward with a sharp ng.


    I was slightly surprised that her head hadn¡¯t split open. Even though I was exhausted, I¡¯d swung to kill. Since she¡¯d managed to fly back intact, she must have been protected by some kind of defensive magic.


    The elf rolled across the dirt, struggling to regain her bnce. Only then did I have the chance to study her features closely. Blonde hair, green eyes. Large breasts and equally voluptuous hips and thighs. A short skirt that showed off those curves and a low-cut dress.


    I knew who this elf was.


    Someone was running toward us from a distance. He had jet-ck Japanese host-style hair and a long sword on his back. He was wearing light armor on his upper body, and his pants were made of tough, polished leather.


    He was wearing white greaves over his pants, and at a nce, they looked high-quality.


    And I knew who this man was too.


    The elf was Princess Erina of the Elf Kingdom, and the man was the hero. The very hero who would defeat the Demon King of this game and bring peace to the world.


    A notorious womanizer capable of forming a harem of up to 15 people.


    ¡°Erina!¡±


    ¡°You insolent bastard! Do you know who we are, attacking us like this? You must be in league with the Demon King¡­!¡±


    ¡°Erina, calm down! It¡¯s the lord of this territory!¡±


    I tilted my head at the Hero¡¯s words. The Elven Princess Erina didn¡¯t recognize me, but this guy did? The Hero respectfully knelt and offered a formal greeting.


    ¡°Apologies for our rudeness, My Lord. We¡¯re currently on a journey to defeat the Demon King. I am the lowly Hero, A.A., and this is the elf, Erina.¡±


    ¡°... What was your name again?¡±


    ¡°A.A.¡±


    ¡°A.A.? Like the battery, AA?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure what a battery is, but yes, my name is A.A.¡±


    What kind of person names their kid ¡°A.A.¡± anyway? While I was momentarily stunned by the Hero¡¯s bizarre name, Erina continued to speak to me in a condescending tone.


    ¡°You! If you know who I am, kneel before me immediately. How dare a lowly half-elf not greet a princess?¡±


    She was as unpleasant as ever. In the original game, the elf Erina was notorious for her attitude. Despite meeting her early in the story, you could only unlock her romance route near the end. If her favorability was below a certain level, forming a harem with her was impossible.


    On top of that, her romance event could only be unlocked by ''rescuing her from monsters at the entrance of the elf forest'' early in the game, so she wasn¡¯t even an essible character for me right now. Well, except the Hero.


    ¡°So, what brings you here?¡±


    I decided to ignore Erina entirely. Even if she wasn''t just a princess but the queen of the elf kingdom, she wouldn¡¯t be able to harm me. And it''s not like ttering her would make her spread her legs for me.


    ¡°You dare ignore me? You insolent half-elf!¡±


    It wasn¡¯t that elves in this world hated half-elves. It was just Erina. Raised among pure-blooded high elves, she believed half-elves were dirty. That''s why there was an event where Erina would make rude remarks when meeting Lucius.


    Of course, Lucius would just tolerate it.


    I nced at Erina and opened her status window.


    Name: Ahildern Erina


    Level: 30


    Job: Princess of Ahildern


    Strength: 68


    Agility: 120


    Intelligence: 70


    Luck: 57


    Traits


    Elf¡¯s Adaptability


    Increases movement speed in forests, swamps, mountains, and ins.


    Receives penalties in the ocean.


    Overbearing Attitude


    Inflicts a [Fear] status on opponents of a lower level.


    Wind Archer


    When shooting arrows, additionally shoot a small magic arrow by borrowing the power of the sylph.


    The arrow damage scales with Agility.


    If there was one unfortunate thing for Erina, it was that I wasn¡¯t that ''Lucius.''


    ¡°Quite an unpleasant thing to say.¡±


    I said, tilting my mace. Then I thought to myself. Perfect timing.


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 Chapter 21:

    EP 21 - Hero & Lucius vs EVIL(2)


    It''s quite strange when you think about it. In this world, elves generally don''t dislike humans, unless they''ve been enved. Erina doesn''t hate humans either. Considering she''s willing to spread her legs for the protagonist, she might even like humans.


    So why does she hate half-elves, who were clearly the result of humans and elves having sex? Was she just the type of woman who seeks irresponsible pleasure?


    ¡°SO WHAT if my words offend you? We are the hero¡¯s party, and I AM a princess of the elf kingdom. You¡¯re not on our level!¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re absolutely right, Princess Erina. So, what brings you here?¡±


    For now, I decided to hold off on challenging her to a duel outright. She has decent stats and can control spirits. Fighting her when I''m this worn-out, feeling like I could drop dead at any moment, would be a losing battle.


    There¡¯s nothing more infuriating than losing to someone you know you could beat. These two weren¡¯t just passing travelers.


    Their reason for being here was obvious. In the original game, the hero¡¯s party woulde here to retrieve the previous hero¡¯s relic. Incidentally, the relic was safely stored in my mansion''s warehouse, marked with the tooltip [Only the hero can equip], meaning it¡¯s a useless item for me.¡°We¡¯vee here to receive the [Relic] said to have been used by the previous hero.¡±


    ¡°Relic?¡±


    I widened my eyes in a show of surprise, as if I had no idea. Erina chimed in on the side.


    ¡°Yes. Now if you understand, hurry up and bring the relic, you wretched half-elf.¡±


    ¡°Erina!¡±


    The hero scolded Erina sternly, bowing his head once more.


    ¡°I apologize. I will keep her in check¡­¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t apologize, A.A.! I¡­¡±


    ¡°Handing over the relic isn¡¯t difficult, but I would like you to do me one favor.¡±


    ¡°A favor?¡±


    ¡°Th¡­ mmph! Mmph!¡±


    When Erina was about to have another fit at the word ''favor'', A.A. covered her mouth. Holding her tighter as she struggled in his arms, he said to me.


    ¡°So¡­ what is this favor? If it¡¯s something we can do¡­ anything¡­ Erina! Stay still!¡±


    She''s not an elf princess, she''s just crazy! Having spent her life pampered in the kingdom, Erina was a spoiled characterpletely out of touch with the world. Some people call her ''refreshing'' for brazenly talking down to bandits and viins, but that was just in the game.


    They say that life is a tragedy when seen up close, but aedy when seen from afar. Watching A.A. struggle to keep up with this bratty, deranged youngdy was almost heartbreaking. No matter how crazy I was about women, I had no intention of living with a lunatic like this.


    A.A., may you live together with that woman for a hundred years. And may Erina one day despair in the difference in your lifespans and k*ll herself. Damned b*tch.


    ¡°It¡¯s not a difficult request. As you can see, our territory is absolutelycking in troops right now, so we desperately need someone¡¯s help.¡±


    Erina seemed to agree that the state of our territory was serious, as she frowned and nodded. They must have gone through all sorts of hell to get through the monsters. Seeing her nod sadly, it seemed that this crazy princess had at least a minimal capacity for empathy. I cautiously brought up what I wanted to say.


    ¡°So, I was wondering if you could help us defend for a few days while I recover my strength.¡±


    Here¡¯s an expected question. With the Demon King growing stronger over time, why would I hold them up here for several days? Wouldn¡¯t it be better for the hero and Erina to go defeat the Demon King as soon as possible?


    As I mentioned before, this game allows the yer to build a harem party of up to 16 members before defeating the Demon King. If you y through the game''s full story, it takes about a year and six months in-game time.


    And the Peta Lucius territory, where I am now, was part of the mid-tote game storyline. Put simply, this overpowered hero covered that distance in just a month. Even if they stayed here for a few days, it wouldn¡¯t have any impact on the game''s progression.


    The Demon King¡¯s resurrection happens three months after the prophecy. If you form a standard party of four, it takes about three months. By now, the Demon King had probably only managed to poke out a leg from his egg or was whining for sacrifices.


    ¡°Um¡­ We have to go quickly defeat the Demon King¡­..¡±


    Despite being the hero, the favor was a bit difficult. Erina, who had her mouth shut, nodded vigorously and red at me. I decided to give it one more try.


    ¡°Can''t you reconsider?¡±


    It wasn¡¯t a lie that things were tough. If monsters attacked right now, there¡¯d be no way to defend against them. Like I said, nothing¡¯s more frustrating than losing to someone you can beat. I needed to rest, and if monsters ended up ravaging my territory while I was away, I wouldn¡¯t be able to sleep soundly.


    ¡°...I guess there''s no other way.¡±


    ¡°Mmm! Mmph! Mmph!!!¡±


    Erina red at the hero with wide eyes. But restrained as she was, she couldn¡¯t properly fight back. Erina was a heroine who hated physical contact, but she''s staying still¡ªit seemed her favorability level for him was pretty high.


    ¡°Then, I¡¯ll leave it to you for a while.¡±


    With that, I told them to get the details from Robin and headed straight for the mansion. With Erina in tow and the status of a hero, he wouldn¡¯t try to cheat or do things half-heartedly. Robin, looking gaunt and worn out, began exining things to them.


    ¡°My Lord!¡±


    As soon as Aira saw me, she leaped at me. The soft sensation of her body against my face made me feel like I was in heaven. Buried in her ample bosom, I tried to steady my dizzy thoughts. Aira had a look in her eyes.... Was she happy to see me or was she excited to meet someone after not having sex for a week?


    ¡°Aira, I¡¯m a little tired¡­ So¡­¡±


    Aira whispered softly so that others couldn¡¯t hear.


    ¡°Just lie down, and I¡¯ll take care of it. Okay? Okay?¡±


    I felt like I might die, but there''s no way I''d die from shooting one. With that thought, I took Aira to the room.


    ¡°Ah! Ugh...! Hah! Hah! Yes...huh...!¡±


    It was frustrating. That rock-hard lump of desire was frustrating. The messy sounds of intercourse and Aira''s plush buttocks bouncing were frustrating. Despite the spectacr view, it was frustrating that I couldn¡¯t fully enjoy the situation.


    Aira turned around and was repeatedly riding me. Each time she devoured myrge d*ck in, her body would tremble and threw her head back. The beads of sweat on her forehead told me the level of pleasure she was experiencing. Aira groaned with each thrust of her hips.


    ¡°Ah...haah! M-My Lord... I... I¡¯m about to....!¡±


    She was like a snake moving her waist back and forth, showing off her flexible body. Each time her ass mmed against with my pelvis, it would send off waves. Her p*ssy, which had swallowed my penis whole, was oozing sticky fluid¡ªpeeking out its obscene form every time Aira leaned forward.


    ¡°Eung! Haah! Yes...! Yes...! Ah...ah! Aah!¡±


    Aira started bing vocal as she pulled up, like wanting to suck my d*ck off. She was wilding in a state of pure ecstasy. The pleasure was amazing! But if I did more, my life would get sucked out as well.


    ¡°Kkeughhh...!¡±


    I let out a strange moan and ejacted with great force. Aira''s body shuddered with satisfaction as sheughed contentedly. My p*nis, which had not ejacted in a week, continued to spurt out s*men without stopping.


    ¡°Heuh¡­ Heuh¡­.¡±


    I thought that dying during sex would be a reward, but it wasn''t. This was hell. The feeling of my life being drained away, helpless and exhausted, was excruciating. I turned my body and looked at Aira, who was facing me.


    She was gazing at me with eyes drenched in pleasure, her eyes filled with love. Aira gently licked my nipples and said.


    "My Lord... do you know how scared I was for a week? You said that if I did this, you wouldn''t leave me anywhere..."


    Aira kissed me and inserted her tongue, licking from the roof of my mouth down to every nook and cranny. The intense stimtion caused my d*ck to respond again. She closed her eyes and gently rocked her hips as she felt my hardening p*nis inside her.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°Euut¡­.!¡±


    I let out a strange moan, and Aira was about to lift her hips again. This was death. If this continued, I would really die. I now understood the martial artists who got banged by qi absorption. I grabbed Aira''s thigh and said.


    ¡°W-Wait, just for a moment! Wait a moment, Aira!¡±


    ¡°Why, why are you doing this? Do you not like me...¡±


    ¡°No, no. Wait! Wait! Let¡¯s stop here for today, okay?¡±


    ¡°My Lord... Just one more time? Please?¡±


    ¡°...Aira, do you want to get punished?¡±


    ¡°...Ah¡­¡±


    At those words, Aira trembled and backed away from me, curling up in the corner of the bed. While part of me felt sorry for her pitiful state, the realization that I had truly been on the verge of beingpletely drained sent shivers down my spine.


    I patted Aira''s head gently, trying to soothe her. As much as I didn''t want to, I felt like I would actually die if I continued.


    ¡°...Yes.¡±


    Aira nodded and began putting her clothes back on. As she bent over, the sight of her exposed folds, glistening with white fluid, caught my eye. I quickly turned my head, trying to suppress the rising heat and tension that threatened to overwhelm me again.


    Looking down at my lower half, I realized it was once again covered in fluids. The irritation of having to clean up before going to bed swept over me. With a sigh, I grabbed a towel and a change of clothes, preparing to head to the bath.


    Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.


    ¡°Who is it?¡±


    ¡°My Lord, it¡¯s me, Sieri.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡±


    ¡°I thought¡­ you might needfort before bed.¡±


    I thought to myself. Damn it, Aira!


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 Chapter 22:

    EP 22 - Hero & Lucius vs EVIL(3)


    Elves marry the strong. So, hearing the rumors that the hero who would defeat the demon king would be her husband, Princess Erina fled the elf kingdom. She imed that she was leaving to conceive the seed of the hero.


    Too vulgar of an excuse? Well, it¡¯s an eroge, so that¡¯s par for the course. Of course, this ridiculous excuse was nothing more than a facade. Her real intention was to defeat the demon king herself and put an end to any marriage talk.


    However, as soon as she left the forest, Erina was chased by vicious monsters and ended up being saved by the hero, joining his party afterward. And in the ending where the hero chooses Erina, she would say.


    ¡°Well, I suppose it can¡¯t be helped. You¡¯re the hero who defeated the Demon King, after all. But if you marry me, you won''t be able to go on adventures you enjoy, and as you''re not an elf, you can''t ascend to the throne. Is that okay with you?¡±


    As I was pondering Erina¡¯s story early this morning, I suddenly had this thought. If Erina left the forest under the pretext of bearing the hero''s child, couldn''t I have sex with Erina if I defeated the demon king?


    Facade aside, Erina is the princess of the elf kingdom in an eroge. No matter how independent or bratty she may act, a princess must continue the bloodline. If the hero was human, the result was a half-elf, but if it''s a half-elf, the child would be a full elf. From the elf kingdom¡¯s perspective, Erina marrying me would be better.


    I started considering the idea more carefully. If I defeated the demon king instead of Erina and then smashed the hero''s skull when he was exhausted, no one would know if the hero died at the hands of the demon king or me.I could just put on a mournful expression, carry the hero''s corpse, and hold a grand funeral. That would leave me as the only one who defeated the demon king, and I could f*ck Erina. Of course, my rtionship with Erina wouldn''t be good, but who cares? Having an elf princess reluctantly submit her body to me had its own appeal.


    Imagining Erina, who once looked down on me with disgust, being pinned whimpering beneath me¡ªit was thrilling! The only problem was that to make this n work, I''d have to rece Erina in the party, ensure the hero dies, and find someone to manage the territory while I was away.


    The lord of the neighboring territory couldn¡¯t be used as a proxy. That lucky NTR bastard hasn''t suffered any damage because our territory has been acting as a breakwater against the monster waves. If he had even sent some soldiers to help, it might have made a difference, but no, it was like he was praying for my downfall. Not a single soldier was dispatched.


    One day, I¡¯ll definitely kill him.


    While I was busy contemting sex, a few days passed outside. ording to Robin''s asional reports, Erina and the hero were doing a great job of repelling the monsters. As the time for the demon king¡¯s resurrection drew near, monsters seemed to be gathering at the resurrection site. Unfortunately, my territory was right in that path.


    Three dayster, I stepped into the mansion courtyard, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. There I saw Erina and the Hero A.A., both exhausted. A.A.''s trademark hairstyle waspletely disheveled, and Erina¡¯s pale skin was covered in dirt. When I checked their statuses, I was slightly taken aback.


    In just three days, their levels had increased significantly.


    ¡°I think... we''ve done enough...¡±


    A.A. said to me. And like he said¡ªhe had done an outstanding job. I had no reason or excuse to keep them here any longer. I had the warehouse be opened and asked A.A. and Erina to follow me.


    The warehouse, which had not been maintained for a long time, was filthy. I picked up a helmet that was sitting on top of all the junk, like a Christmas decoration, and brought it down. Both Erina and A.A. looked at me with incredulous expressions.


    ¡°You stored a holy relic like that?¡±


    ¡°Well, it hasn¡¯t been used in a long time.¡±


    In the original game, it simply said, [The hero received the holy relic from Lucius!], so there was no way to know how it had been stored. But since I hadn¡¯t rearranged its location after reincarnating, I could only assume that Lucius had always kept it like this. I was also a little curious why Lucius had stored the relic like that. Does he hate relics? ???


    ¡°Truly an amazing guy! With skills so low you had us defend the vige for you...¡±


    Erina began to criticize me with that characteristic elf arrogance. But this was good. For me to enjoy the NTR sex with Erina, this b*tch had to go wild here. I took off my gloves and waited for the timing.


    ¡°Erina!¡±


    The hero frowned. But despite his protests, Erina continued to speak.


    ¡°You keep the holy relic in such a mess, and you treat your guests so poorly. How can you call yourself a descendant of Peta Sirius? Aren''t you ashamed of your father''s name? Yourte father, who defeated the Demon King, must be weeping in the afterlife seeing you.¡±


    ¡°Erina! Stop it! I¡¯m going to get angry!¡±


    The hero was trying hard to stop her, but luckily, he didn''t try to shut her mouth. I frowned, pretending to be angry. Lucius originally hated when people brought up his parents. Bute to think of it, this b*tch knew about my father and still dared to talk to me like this? There¡¯s no end to this wh*re''s audacity!


    ¡°Anyway, this is why half-el¡ª¡±


    Erina couldn¡¯t finish her sentence as my glove struck her face. She looked at me with a stunned expression.


    ¡°I cannot tolerate such insults. For an elf of such low ss to represent the hero¡¯s party, I am utterly disillusioned with this so-called elven princess. I challenge you to a duel.¡±


    Erina nced back and forth between the glove on the ground and me with a scoff. Her pride as a princess must have blinded her to the disrespect she had shown. The hero quickly stepped between us, attempting to mediate.


    ¡°Wait, My Lord. Please forgive our princess¡¯s rudeness¡­.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t apologize on her behalf, hero. A princess of the elf kingdom should take responsibility for her own words. Especially when she has insulted someone¡¯s father in front of their son. She must be determined to take full responsibility for it.¡±


    Erina didn¡¯t seem to think there was any chance she¡¯d lose. And why would she? By both elven standards and the standards of this world, Erina was undeniably strong. The problem was that I was stronger, and she couldn¡¯t see the status window that visually confirmed that.


    ¡°Fine. Do as you wish. But if you win, what will you demand? What, shall I kneel before you?¡±


    Did she mean she''ll give me a submissive fetio? I shook my head. Tempting as that was, I had a different n in mind.


    ¡°If I win, you¡¯ll have to leave the hero¡¯s party.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    Erina and A.A. both looked at me with confusion. I continued speaking.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°I don¡¯t see how an elf like you could defeat the demon king. As someone whose father was part of the previous hero¡¯s party, I¡¯ve learned a thing or two about divine power andbat. If I can prove that I¡¯m stronger than you, there¡¯s no reason for you to remain in the party.¡±


    ¡°Wait, wait! Then what am I going to do? Where am I supposed to go if I leave?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯d appreciate it if you could act as a regent for my territory while I join the party.¡±


    As an elven princess, she was more than qualified to act as a regent. Since the elf kingdom and the human kingdom sharend, it was very useful in this regard. Doesn''t the fact that I, a half-elf, am a lord speak for itself?


    The kingdom¡¯s estatew stiptes that ''a regent must be a noble or upper ss with a rank of baron or higher, or a priest who can prove their identity.'' There was no mention stating they had to be human. There was also a provision allowing a spouse or direct family member to act as a regent, but this part was unimportant since I''m single.


    A.A. tried to mediate the situation, but Erina stopped him.


    ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. Rather, if I beat you here, wouldn¡¯t your knights try to retaliate against me? Hmm?¡±


    ¡°Of course not. I keep my word. Aren''t you the one who''s going to run away?¡±


    Erina scoffed at my words.


    ¡°A half-elf like you, thinking you can beat me? Go ahead and try. So, you want me to act as your regent? I''ll do it! But if I win, you''ll strip naked in front of me and apologize with your head bowed! No, in front of your territory! I¡¯ll have you grovel naked before every citizen of your domain. Understood?¡±


    She''s asking for a naked apology? For a priest and a fairly popr lord like me, this was akin to character deletion. If I grovelled naked in front of everyone, I wouldn¡¯t be able to maintain any dignity as a priest or as a lord.


    I hesitated briefly, then nodded.


    Naked apology VS elf NTR sex buildup, thetter was a no-brainer. It was worth staking my dignity. After all, they say a life of challenges was a beautiful one.


    I resolved to win. I grabbed my mace and said to A.A..


    ¡°Act as the official witness for this duel, hero.¡±


    A.A. still looked uneasy. Understandably so¡ªthis was a high-stakes match the likes of which he had probably never seen before.


    As we stepped into the courtyard, Robin looked at us with a puzzled expression, sensing the ominous atmosphere. I addressed him directly.


    ¡°Robin, make sure no onees near this area.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s going on, My Lord?¡±


    ¡°The Elven Princess, Ahildern Erina, and I, Lord Peta Lucius, are having a duel.¡±


    Robin blinked a few times, looked around, and then looked back at me, tilting his head.


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m going to fight that elf.¡±


    ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°We¡¯re dueling. Robin, do you understand? A duel. D-U-E-L.¡±


    ¡°Ah¡­I¡­why are you dueling...¡±


    ¡°Just say, ¡®I understand,¡¯ and follow my orders, Robin.¡±


    ¡°¡­I understand.¡±


    Robin turned away and began assigning personnel to control the area. As I loosened up my body, I nced at Erina. She already had an arrow nocked on her bowstring.


    And so, the legendary all-or-nothing duel began.


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 Chapter 23:

    EP 23 - Hero & Lucius vs EVIL(4)


    ¡°Let¡¯s make the conditions of the match clear.¡±


    Before I smashed her head in, I decided to establish the rules for ending our duel. If things were left ambiguous, it would be problematic and hard to judge.


    Erina seemed to find my meticulous approach to setting the conditions rather petty. She scoffed at the mention of setting the conditions and said.


    ¡°Do whatever you want. I¡¯m going to win anyway.¡±


    ¡°Then let''s do it this way. Whoever says ''I give up'' or loses consciousness loses.¡±


    ¡°Fine. Let¡¯s do this! I¡¯ll make you look like a hungry beggar.¡±


    Erina and I both turned to look at the hero, A.A. He hesitated for a moment, before raising his hand with a sigh. If a fight couldn¡¯t be avoided, the only choice was to ept it. He. understood the harsh truths of this world. And it was clear he had given up trying to stop Erina.¡°Then, let the duel between Princess Ahildern Erina and Lord Peta Lucius, begin.¡±


    As A.A. lowered his hand, Erina immediately fired an arrow at my arm. I twisted my body to dodge it, then another transparent arrow flew towards the same location. The figure of the wind spirit appeared faintly behind Erina.


    To summon a spirit in a duel¡ªshe was definitely shameless. Gripping my mace tighter, I dashed forward and shouted.


    ¡°Bless.¡±


    ===


    [Bless]


    Increases the target¡¯s health, attack, defense, and speed.


    ===


    Lucius was a priest. And priests excel in physical attacks and buffs. To put it simply, they''re super strong alchemists. With the buff, my body moved forward much lighter. Surprised by the sudden change in speed, Erina hurriedly shot another arrow, putting distance between us.


    But my mace easily deflected the arrow, and as soon as I saw the wind arrowing next, I twisted my body. The arrow still flew in the same direction as Erina''s shot. It seemed the wind spirit couldn¡¯t adjust its angle independently.


    I was right in front of Erina. She tried to draw another arrow, but my mace was faster. I swung it at the hand holding the bow, and a heavy metallic crushing sound echoed as Erina dropped her weapon.


    It should have been enough force to crush her hand along with the bow, but there was some sort of protective barrier in ce. The impact sounded far too heavy for a mere strike to the arm. With Erina disarmed, I swung my mace again while she raised her hands to defend herself once more.


    Bang!


    Even though my mace didn¡¯t physically touch her, the sound of a heavy impact rang out, and Erina copsed to the ground. She struggled to steady herself, but I didn¡¯t give her a chance. Once more, I put all my strength into a swing.


    Crash!


    The sound of ss shattering echoed throughout the surroundings. Erina looked at her wrist in shock. It was only then that I noticed her bracelet, shimmering faintly before its light began to fade.


    ¡°Sylph!¡±


    Erina cried out in a grief-stricken voice. Judging by her reaction, it was clear she no longer had any means of defense. In other words, it was now time for punishment. ?


    I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her towards me. She raised her hands, trying to pry my grip from her head. At that moment, I drove my fist into her unguarded stomach.


    Thud!


    ¡°Guhhh¡­¡±


    ¡°Erina!¡±


    I heard the panicked voice of A.A. with Erina¡¯s groan buried beneath it.


    The heavy impact shook her body. With that single powerful blow, I felt Erina''s insidespress under the force. She fell to her knees, retching uncontrobly. I pointed at her and cast a healing spell.


    The internal injuries she had just sustained werepletely healed, leaving behind only a faint lingering pain. Erina, dazed, stared nkly into space beforeing to her senses. I grabbed her hair again, lifting her up. Just like before, she raised her hands to free herself from my grasp.


    Kwang!


    ¡°Gah¡­ kh


    Once again, Erina¡¯s stomach crumpled under my punch. If she were to look at her abdomen now, there was probably a bruise. Feeling an overwhelming nausea, she copsed to her knees, heaving and choking, unable to catch her breath properly.


    I casted another Heal spell.


    Though her injuries were mended, the residual pain lingered in her body. Pain like that umtes, breaking people down bit by bit. It seemed Erina was finally starting to grasp the gravity of her situation¡ªthat her reckless provocations could actually lead to her demise. Panic washed over her face as she frantically waved her hands to stop me. The proud elf princess lookedpletely unrecognizable.


    Pride meant nothing in the face of death. Erina desperately shouted at me.


    ¡°I, I¡­¡±n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ¡°Silence.¡±


    ===


    [Silence]


    Silences the target.


    ===


    ¡°Mm¡­ mmph? Mm-mm!¡±


    I had always wondered how the [Silence] status effect was implemented. The moment I cast the spell, Erina¡¯s lips mped shut. She panicked and clutched her mouth. I spoke in a calm tone.


    ¡°So even now, you won¡¯t surrender? Very well. A duel is sacredw. If you refuse to concede, I have no choice but to honor your resolve by delivering even greater pain.¡±


    ¡°Mmmph! Mm-mmph!¡±


    Erina shook her head wildly, trying with all her might to resist. I clenched my fist again and waved it in front of her eyes. Then, delivering a strike slightly less powerful than thest, I drove my fist into her stomach once more.


    ¡°Guuuuhmph!¡±


    She rolled on the ground in agony, while clutching her abdomen. Before she could recover, I pulled her upright andnded another punch. The sensation of my fist sinking deep into her stomach was electrifying.


    Ppang!


    ¡°Ghh... mmph¡­ hhh¡­¡±


    Erina copsed to the ground, her eyes nearly rolled back. I cast Heal to ensure her body remained unharmed. In this world, healers are practically omnipotent. As long as someone wasn¡¯t dead and their limbs were intact, they could be restored to near-perfect health.


    ¡°Erina. Are you still alive?¡±


    ¡°Guh¡­ kh


    Erina raised her head and red at me. It seemed she had no intention of passing out just yet.


    ¡°Stop it, My Lord!¡±


    A.A. couldn¡¯t bear it any longer and stepped in. I shot him an annoyed look, a thought suddenly crossing my mind. If the situation were reversed, and this b*tch smashed my face until I couldn¡¯t even eat, would he have stepped in to stop it? Probably not until I was left a cripple.


    ¡°What exactly do you mean by ¡®stop,¡¯ Hero? We¡¯re in the middle of a sacred duel.¡±


    ¡°Is the oue of the duel that important? To treat a woman like this¡­¡±


    Why wouldn¡¯t it be important, f*cker? I''m threatened to do a naked dogeza! This was why Japanese eroge protagonists were always such insufferable pricks. Always spouting nonsense like, ''Women shouldn¡¯t fight! You shouldn¡¯t hit women!'' while building harems of women themselves. Sexist hypocrites!


    ¡°Are you trying to tarnish the honor of the duel, Hero? If you let this end unresolved, only bitterness will remain between the princess and me. Is that your intention? To interrupt a duel I¡¯m winning and force your morality onto me¡ªis that how you operate?¡±


    ¡°


    ¡°Then step back, Hero. Don¡¯t insult the pride of warriors engaged in a duel.¡±


    ¡°Mm! Mmph!¡±


    Erina shook her head and struggled to her feet. I kicked away the bow she was trying to pick up and grabbed her by the cor, mming her back onto the ground. A.A. looked like he wanted to stop me but hesitated. If I kept hitting her, the Hero might actually ''heroically'' step in, so it was time to wrap this up.


    When I pinned Erina to the ground and raised my fist, she reflexively covered her face with both hands. But that wasn¡¯t the right move. It seemed like she hadn¡¯t learned yet. By covering her face, her abdomen was left unprotected¡ªand since her abdomen was open, I drove my fist into it with all my strength.


    Bam!


    A cloud of dust rose as Erina convulsed on the ground, her whole body writhing while she kept her hands over her face. She couldn¡¯t scream because of [Silence], and with me pinning her down, she couldn¡¯t move properly either. She let out choking gasps, her body twisting as if on the verge of passing out. Finally, she went limp, her entire body copsing as she lost consciousness.


    And with that¡ª


    ¡°She''s fainted. I win.¡±


    I noticed that Erina''s crotch was damp, but I chose to say nothing. A.A. checked on her condition while I cast a healing spell on her. I didn¡¯t bother treating the minor scratches I got during the fight. Was this what they called a pyrrhic victory?


    Erina didn¡¯t wake up until the next day. Surprisingly, she epted her defeat gracefully. I had expected her to say something along the lines of, ¡°You only won because of luck,¡± or ¡°You used dirty tricks,¡± but not a single word like that came from her.


    Her straightforward reaction caught me off guard.


    ¡°A loss is a loss. I apologize for my rudeness. I swore in the name of the Ahildern Kingdom, so I must ept any oue. That¡¯s what it means to uphold one¡¯s name. As promised, I will leave the Hero¡¯s party and act as proxy for your territory for the time being.¡±


    ¡°Do you think you can handle it properly?¡±


    Erina frowned at my words and replied.


    ¡°What do you take the princess of a kingdom for? Can you defeat the Demon King? If A.A. gets hurt, I won¡¯t let it slide. And¡­¡±


    Erina pulled a small vial from her belongings. Inside the ss container was a rainbow-colored liquid that looked anything but healthy. Pointing to it, she said.


    ¡°This is a secret elixir passed down in our kingdom. I stole a bottle before leaving. It can heal any wound and is said to work especially well on men.¡±


    ¡°Why are you giving this to me¡­?¡±


    ¡°If A.A. gets injured, there¡¯s no way he¡¯d be able to use it on his own. And you are a priest.¡±


    I opened my status window to check the elixir.


    ===


    [Forbidden Elixir]


    A recovery potion infused with forbidden techniques.


    It is especially effective on men.


    ===


    And so, Erina handed me the Forbidden Elixir. Once it was in my possession, there''s no way A.A. would be using this. But what kind of potion was it? I don''t remember seeing one like this in the game.


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