<850 – The Wronged Child (5)>
Sometimes, while playing horror movies or horror games, I think about things like ghosts, murderers, and cultists.
Why not just smash them?
Why do they only run away?
Wait, that’s not it.
If I scare them, they’ll definitely be surprised.
But what if I scare them first?
Now, the opportunity to fulfill that long-held dream has arrived.
In this world where games become reality, unlike back on Earth, I now have enough power to make that dream come true.
“New Sister Oknodie. To wake all the sisters at the crack of dawn, are you out of your mind? I must have warned you already. During the night, you must keep your eyes closed and remain still to receive nutrients. If you open your eyes while receiving them, it’ll only make the cleaning difficult.”
“Is this what you’re talking about?”
Thud thud!
With blood dripping from the sword held in one hand, Sing returned to the dormitory while simultaneously gripping several of the Incubus’s limbs with the other.
A being that absorbs human essence or supplies it in reverse, corrupting those they favor into Succubi.
Rather than the beautiful appearance corrected by Sacred Magic to match the divine beings, they exposed their ugly forms as a demon race that produces Succubi, most fitting to be servants of the God of Love.
“Ugh, disgusting!”
“Could it… be our Prince?”
“The nutrient shuttle that comes every night is made up of such wretched creatures!”
The sisters couldn’t hide their disgust.
At the same time, they understood why opening their eyes during the nutrient supply at night results in death.
During the supply, unable to concentrate on the Sacred Magic that alters appearance, they couldn’t disguise their handsome looks, and they had been unable to contain their fury at having their true forms exposed, killing innocent sisters in the process.
“Die, you ugly things!”
“This one’s for Robin! This one’s for Mina!”
“I’ll split the corpse in half!”
The strength and guts of the sisters trained by hunting and distributing food to the fearsome monsters had intensified their violence.
Even if they spoke sweetly and smiled gently, if the environment around them was rotten, their inner violence steadily rose beyond acceptance thresholds unbeknownst to them.
Oddly enough, the most frightened person right now was our party.
Well, Snowville might be a coward like Titosso, but one of them was quite unexpected.
Surprisingly, the second coward was Sing, the Eastern Swordsman, who had seen a lot of blood.
“Sia, are you okay? Why are you so scared?”
“It’s about the nutrient supply from the Incubus.”
“Huh?”
“Isn’t the Incubus a male?”
“Right?”
“You said it provides nutrients at night.”
“That’s true.”
“Then what exactly are those nutrients, and how are they injected…?”
Even with a solid body, Sing’s legs seemed to tremble, and you could tell he was feeling a shiver of fear.
I cast a subtle mind-reading spell, and his inner thoughts were a complete mess.
A mix of fear at almost being captured by the Incubus and an unimaginable anticipation he couldn’t admit.
That anticipation became his greatest horror, and Sing was trembling within himself.
I didn’t quite understand it, but he looked so entertained that I decided to pretend I didn’t see him.
Ha, I’ve done a good deed today.
I’m definitely a good child!
“But if we get caught, won’t we all be in big trouble?”
“That’s your mess.”
“If I were the Head Sister, I’d probably hold the senior sisters accountable for their failure to manage things!”
The senior sister tried to subtly shift the blame onto us to escape, but her face displayed despair, taking a deep, heavy sigh.
Silently opening the drawer next to the bed, the senior sister pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.
“Shit.”
Everyone jumped. The usually upright and graceful senior sister was swearing while smoking!
Having seen her scold a flustered newcomer, everyone was taken aback, showing extreme surprise as they witnessed this.
“Do you even understand what you’ve done? If a monster dies, the sister disappears. And the monster replenishes. Do you understand what that means?”
Now, shock turned into a pandemic fear.
The sisters might return as monsters.
There were actually no monsters in Atalaxia’s convent.
They were all sisters that had only changed form.
Snowville was practically on the verge of passing out, and the other sisters around her were too worried about her to even be shocked anymore.
“Then isn’t it better for us to run away together? If we combine our strengths when we have many comrades, our chances of escaping this terrible convent would definitely rise.”
At Senior Olosst’s suggestion, the senior sister fell into a moment of contemplation.
“There’s a method. We only hunt in the cliff area for safety, but there are paths in the forest too. There are monsters there, whether or not they’re truly monsters, but anyway there are monsters, and if we can get through, we can escape across the forest.”
“Was there a reason you didn’t try that until now?”
“There were sisters who saw the Head Sister go down to the basement beneath the convent and tried to escape to the forest. Those sisters were dragged back by the Head Sister who came back from the woods. They were completely wrecked by the forest monsters. They were dragged down to the basement, and they were never seen again.”
“So, you’re saying there’s a secret passage leading to the forest in the convent’s basement?”
“Head Sister Disastair is a true monster who can’t be overcome by any creature. Her divine powers are unparalleled at this convent.”
Suddenly, Snowville, who had been trembling in fear, got angry.
“Is there such a ‘Benevolent Deity’ in the world? She’s the God of Love, right? What kind of god makes her sisters into monster fodder and lets them tremble in fear?”
“We don’t know either. We live believing in the god to survive, enduring each day thanks to the power of the god.”
The atmosphere grew heavy.
Everyone was losing hope and dreams.
But I still had more to say!
“The intentions of the god and the Head Sister may differ slightly from yours. The strong don’t generally consider the weak’s feeble will, fear, or circumstances!”
“Ha. So you’re defending them now? Right, you might be able to strike a deal with that monster Head Sister and divide the convent. If not, at least inherit the senior sister’s position.”
“Isn’t it a shame to settle for such trivial things? If our voices are too small to be heard, we just need to get loud enough that they can’t ignore us!”
The sisters, who were losing hope, began to show flickers of resolve in their eyes.
Sharing a plan ignited determination in the sisters’ gaze.
“If merely being beautiful is a sin, which led us to this harsh place to serve the god, and if being strong equals power and leads to oppression, then it wouldn’t be wrong for this rootless convent to get a taste of its own medicine.”
And thus, the chaotic counter-strike plan began.
*
In the dead of night, thunder roared so loudly it seemed to tear the sky apart, driving away even the darkness surrounding the convent’s deep underground and the thickly-leaved forest.
The Head Sister, startled by the light magic imitating Titosso’s light stand, rushed out to find only monsters and no sisters in sight.
“Where on earth did all these monsters come from?”
That wasn’t the monster I created.
A rough voice of a monster reached the ears of the panicking Head Sister Disastair.
“How are you, Head Sister?”
“That voice… could it be… Annu? Is that you?”
“Hoo hoo hoo. As expected, you recognize me, Head Sister.”
The grotesquely warped voice was utterly confounding when it came to defining that thing as a monster.
In fact, it was hard to determine whether to classify it as a living creature at all, leaving the Head Sister with a strong sense of tension.
Humans feel fear towards unknown entities.
The current form of Senior Sister Annu had undoubtedly stepped into the realms of the unknown.
“What in the world happened? What happened to you, servants of the faithful?”
Fleshy masses filled the room, pulsating veins, grotesque thorny objects, crumpled metal, and statues with drooping faces responded.
“Atalaxia blessed us with strength beyond human capacity, so this changed body is truly a manifestation of her love, isn’t it?”
“We are so happy, Head Sister!”
“Why are you still human, Head Sister?”
“Perhaps She is preparing a special body just for you.”
“Oh! Just like the Head Sister!”
The Succubi, aligned with Oknodie’s enchanting magic, were delighted.
From Sing’s perspective, it seemed the Sisters were getting carried away with joy.
The daily fears and stress of death.
The brief joy of liberation from that.
They could no longer suppress their dopamine.
Long-suppressed realities sought overdue rewards, and many Sisters started to emotionally invest deeply, wishing to become genuine monsters just to escape these terrifying days!
As the cornered Head Sister genuinely panicked, it was entirely natural for her to pray for help, just like a cornered child seeking their parent.
[Starting Point Area]
[The Island of Non-Action]
Sing’s ability to demonstrate sword techniques without a sword was revealed through a surge of magical blood vessels, thanks to illusion magic.
The Head Sister, stunned, pointed at Sing and declared.
“Ugly thing, scatter and break!”
Oknodie brushed aside Sing’s intent to retaliate by following up with Confusion.
[Don’t touch that!]
The compressed discharge area had properties similar to a virus flowing through Sing’s technique.
Oknodie had saved Sing from a possible crisis by deciphering the Head Sister Disastair’s technique.
With an even more polished method, Oknodie counterattacked against the Head Sister.
Just moments earlier, inspired by the Pleading Art Sing had unleashed.
The dispersing and disappearing art was elegantly restored and clashed with the Head Sister’s compressed area.
After the ominous declaration of intent struck, like arrows pulled taut towards the sky, the pleading art soared high into the heavens.
Thus, the competent ones realized.
That the Head Sister’s pleading art had flown, carrying her attacks, toward the deities dwelling in the realm of the gods.
The ridiculous situation unfolded where the Head Sister insulted her god, calling Him ugly, and attacked with the command to scatter and break.
