Chapter 39
I had a dream.
It was just... a feeling I got.
Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the wrinkled sheets.
The cloying air made me break into a cold sweat.
A pleasant sensation came from my lower body.
Ah, this is that.
A lewd dream, the kind adolescent boys are said to have!
I clasped my hands in the air and offered my thanks.
So my identity as a man is still intact.
Right. Just because my body turned into a woman doesn't mean my mind could change too.
That's a bit of a relief.
-Creak, creak.
Hm?
Even then, I felt the bed shaking.
I hadn't done anything yet.
A strange feeling came over me, and I slowly opened my eyes.
“What the fuck.”
And what I saw before me was the Hero.
The damn horny Hero.
“Why the hell is this guy in my dream…… Ah?”
Goosebumps spread all over my body.
The bed creaking.
My body rocking all this time.
Even the Hero panting heavily.
‘Th-this isn't what I think it is, right?’
I couldn't feel anything, so I thought, ‘It's probably just my imagination,’ and only rolled my eyes downward while lying there.
“Ah, wha—?”
Where I looked.
……We were connected.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaak!!!!!”
“Hwaagh!! Y-you startled me!”
“Huh? Eeh? Wh-what?”
I saw a picture of a dark-red demon surrounded by angels with magnificent wings, as though being beaten.
I immediately realized it was a painting on the ceiling.
And then I sighed in relief.
I'd escaped that horrible nightmare.
‘Fucking hell. A dream about getting raped by the Hero.’
My whole body was damp with cold sweat.
The thin fabric clung to my soaked body, showing off my figure.
Huh? Thin fabric?
Like in my dream, I lowered my head to check my condition.
What I saw was a chemise dress that practically maxed out the purity meter.
The kind you often see in photo shoots.
“Um…… Are you all right?”
As I fiddled with the clothes, enjoying their feel, a young woman's voice came from beside me.
I turned to look and saw a black nun's habit that clung to her body and showed off her figure, along with a golden rosary that signified her piety. A nun?
“Ah, yes…….”
“Phew, that's a relief. Then I'll prepare a light meal, so please wait a moment. You must still be having trouble moving around. Oh, right. I'll go get the Hero, too!”
The nun left, her veil fluttering behind her.
Thanks to that, I was left all alone here, without the slightest idea what was going on.
‘Come to think of it, is this a clinic……?’
The layout resembled the clinic I'd seen in the game.
The place the Hero visited when he went on an adventure and ran low on HP.
It was a pain, since every time I got treated, I had to have a go at the nuns using the Hero skill.
Still, it was fine since I didn't need to come here much after recruiting the Saint into my party.
Right, the Holy Nation was a place you went to, got the Saint, and immediately booked it from…….
Huh.
“W-wait! The Holy Nation? Is this the Holy Nation?”
I was so flustered that I blurted it out to myself.
No, I mean.
This makes no fucking sense!
In my last memory, the Black Knight had attacked me, and I'd smashed headfirst into the ground in that ridiculous situation.
So I'd thought, ‘Ah, so these bastards didn't think I was the Demon King. They must've already picked a new Demon King,’ and closed my eyes, full of regret…….
But when I opened them, ta-da! I was in the Holy Nation!
Wasn't this an utterly ridiculous situation?
‘And judging by what the nun said earlier, the Hero's alive too. Did he actually beat the Black Knight?’
I was briefly stunned by the thought.
But once I sorted my thoughts out, I quickly calmed down.
No matter how exceptional the Hero was, that was just absurd.
It made a hundred, a thousand times more sense to think the Black Knight had sent us flying to the Holy Nation.
The Black Knight had a skill called ‘Spatial Spear’ that could send opponents far away, so there was some basis for it.
Had Riella and Eva been transported with me, too?
“Phew…… Anyway, that's not what matters right now.”
That's right.
Now wasn't the time to wonder how I'd gotten here; I needed to think about what to do next.
After making up my mind,
I immediately put my brilliant mind to work, laying out a plan step by step.
First, I needed to meet the Holy Nation's key figure, the Saint.
And before the Hero did.
As for the Saint…… she was a woman like a blank sheet of white paper.
Easily influenced by others, and liable to be corrupted at any moment—a woman prone to falling.
In other words, she was a bitch who'd fall for just a little seduction.
“So if I meet the Saint first and warn her about the Hero……”
The Saint might give up her dark evolution into a whore and not join the Hero's party.
As I said earlier, she was easily influenced by the first person she met.
There was a chance the Hero had already gotten to her first?
I wasn't going to think about that crap.
If I planned for the worst, I wouldn't even try anything. Oh, I'm kind of cool.
“Good. I don't have time for this. I'll go meet the Saint right now!”
I leaped to my feet!
I stood up, my dress fluttering.
The mirror showed a girl so cute she made me want to protect her.
Though that girl was me now.
I quickly fixed my hair and went out the door.
A dim hallway greeted me.
Was it nighttime now?
Maybe that was why there was no one around.
That was actually a good thing.
I couldn't afford to waste time if someone stopped me to talk.
Tap!
I ran toward a large door with light spilling from it.
A door that practically screamed, ‘THIS IS THE MAIN ENTRANCE!’
Looking closer, I saw light coming through the stained glass near the door, too.
Was this a church? That was a reasonable question, given I was in the Holy Nation.
Though it was hard to make out the whole room since it was dark.
Creak……
When I opened the door and went out, I saw a vast expanse of the Holy Nation, illuminated by lights like fireflies.
This must have been the central church, right in the heart of the Holy Nation.
It stood atop the highest peak.
“Heh heh, this actually makes things easier.”
I headed straight for the orphanage beside the church.
Why? I needed a friend to write a message to the innocent Saint on my behalf.
As expected, near the orphanage, there was a boy doing laundry by hand, relying on a small candle.
I approached the boy without hesitation.
“Heyyy, little boy? Could you—”
“Hgyak! Wh-who are you!”
“Shh! Shhh! I'm not a bad person. I just need you to do me a favor, okay?”
“U-um, okay…….”
Maybe the boy was a little scared, because he obediently nodded.
But why was his face red?
Maybe the candle just made it look that way.
“Hehe, good boy. By the way, can you write? I want to send a letter to a friend, but I can't write.”
In truth, I couldn't read or write in this world's script.
We could speak the same language, but the letters were different. How did the Hero write, anyway?
“Oh! If that's all, leave it to me! I got a perfect score on my recent dictation test!”
“Pfft…… W-wow! Really? That's amazing!”
Hehe.
Dictation? He was so cute I couldn't help laughing.
Maybe the boy felt a little embarrassed himself, because he stared blankly at my face, blushing.
“Hehe……. Um, pretty big sis. But where should I write?”
The boy had somehow produced an inkpot and quill and asked me.
Did he usually carry those around?
My confidence in his perfect dictation score increased.
“Hmm, let's see. Oh, could you wait a moment?”
I grabbed the hem of my pure white dress, which reached down to my knees.
The boy looked confused, but in the meantime, rip! I tore the dress.
“B-big sis!? You can't do that here……!”
Oops.
I tore off more than I'd intended, turning it into something like a miniskirt.
It was pretty, so that was a little sad.
“Here, write it on this. ……Hm? Why are you looking away?”
“Uh, ah……. I-it's nothing…….”
“Okay, then could you write, ‘Saint, the Hero is going to make you his sex slave’?”
“Uh, I-I understand…….”
The boy immediately began writing down my words on the torn cloth.
But why did he keep glancing at me?
Was he just a naturally nervous kid?
“I'm done…….”
“Ah, thanks. Then I'll…… Hm?”
I tried to take the cloth and leave right away, but the boy clutched it tightly and wouldn't let go.
Surely he wasn't asking me for money?
“U-um! Could we maybe meet again……?”
“Again? Hmm…….”
As I hesitated without answering, the boy's eyes grew desperate, like a kid who needed to pee.
“Sure……. I'm an orphan too, so maybe we can meet again sometime. That enough for you? I'm busy, so I have to hurry.”
It should be fine to tell him a little about my past here.
It wasn't like we'd be seeing each other much.
“I-is that so? Th-then just tell me your name! Just your name! If you tell me, I'll really let go!”
“Hmm? My name…… Well, it's…… hyah!”
“Wah!”
When I suddenly leaned my face toward him, the boy dropped the cloth as if startled and fell over.
Then he looked a little close to tears.
But I really was out of time now.
I snatched the cloth and left the orphanage.
The boy's figure grew fainter in the distance.
For some reason, it felt like my heart was being pricked.
Hmm, maybe I should…… tell him my name?
“Pfft. Sorry, little boy!! My name is Yubel!”
From a distance, I saw the boy's expression instantly change from sadness to joy.
Honestly, kids are so pure and cute.
Maybe he needed the name of the person who helped him so the orphanage could give him a gold star?
Actually, I'd been debating whether to tell him my real name…… but maybe too much time had passed, because I couldn't remember it at all.
Well, if I was going to send the Hero off in this world and keep living here, I had to use this name.
My modern name would seem out of place here, after all.
Once I finished thinking about my name, I went into a building beside the church where few people were around.
The reason I came in here was clear.
This was where the Saint appeared.
In the game, it was hard to meet the Saint right away.
That was because she had too many scheduled appointments, and one of them was ‘confession’ in this building.
“Ah, found it.”
After looking around just a little, I immediately found the place where confessions were held.
Hmm, there's a hole big enough for a dick to fit in, so it's obviously here.
The Saint's first H-scene happens here, too.
Without hesitation, I crumpled up the note and shoved it into the hole.
Maybe because the cloth was so torn up, I had to push it in hard.
“Phew, things should be in an uproar by tomorrow morning. I guess the holy knights will be running around saying they need to arrest the Hero?”
Hehe.
That should keep the Saint from thinking she'd go around with the Hero.
What kind of masochist would happily join the party of someone who said he'd make her a slave?
Well then.
“I'm bored, so maybe I'll take a walk.”
[Good idea.]
“……?”
And so Yubel left the place.
But there was one thing she hadn't considered.
Ink smeared easily.
***
One hour later.
The early-morning confession session.
“Eek! Wh-what is this!”
“Saint!? What happened!”
“L-look at this!”
The Saint was sitting on the floor, her silver hair trembling.
The head priest immediately looked where the Saint was pointing, at ‘this.’
There was a note lying there.
Its contents were……
<Saint■ ■■■ I'm going to make you a sex slave>
It left the head priest aghast.
“What blasphemy……! You there! Search every inch of this place and arrest whoever wrote this note, at once!!”
“““Yes, sir! Understood!”””
The Silver Knights, who protected the Saint, began searching with a thunderous shout.
Perhaps her mind and body had been overwhelmed, for the Saint murmured, ‘Save me, Hero,’ then slowly collapsed.
“How dare they…… do this to the Saint.”
The Saint, together with the Pope, was a light and a hope the Holy Nation could not do without.
To say they'd make such a Saint a slave—worse, a sex slave!
It was no different from trampling the hopes of every citizen of the Holy Nation.
In other words, this was an enormous crime, making the culprit a heinous criminal who couldn't escape severe punishment, no matter how powerful they were.
“Head Priest! We found a child at the nearby orphanage who knows about the note!”
“That's good news. Keep going until we identify the culprit.”
“Yes, sir!”
The head priest nodded, his eyes turning vicious.
‘Criminal, you'll regret this for the rest of your life.’
That day, a wanted notice was posted for someone named ‘Yubel’.