CH 37

This time, there are a lot of cruel and sexual scenes, so if you are uncomfortable with them, you may want to be warned.

“…Tsk! This has happened to me before too.”

When I wake up, I find myself in a room in a building somewhere. Both of my arms are handcuffed with tags that I assume have the effect of sealing my skills.

“Even so, I was caught off guard. I didn’t anticipate that someone would be so foolish as to target me.”

While saying this, I am mulling over the reason I have been targeted.

The most obvious reason is monetary. The next would be targeting me for my body. Assuming that they are aware that I am a “Kirijin,” they may be attempting to arrange some kind of negotiation with Kurokiri.

But in that case, the culprit is either a true hero or a fool.

“Well, either way, I can’t help but feel sympathy for the culprit…”

Yes. Whether or not the culprit has knowledge of my true identity is no longer relevant. Now that this has taken place, Kurokiri will definitely pay the culprits back with his full force.

“I wonder if Ichiko is the one who will come to my rescue… then this would be a convenient opportunity for me to ask her everything on my mind…”

As I lean against the wall, I decided to formulate the questions I want to ask in my mind.

“Is that the place…?”

Before my eyes is a gigantic skyscraper.

“There is no doubt about it. That is the branch of the Church of the Righteousness in our country. However, its placement is peculiar. For defense purposes, the two usual choices are the basement or the upper floors, but Ryo is on the middle floor. That means the bottom-level scum did it on their own this time.”

“That already doesn’t matter. Isn’t that right? Kurokiri. Izumi.”

“Well, yeah.”

“(Genocide.)”

“Let’s go…”

I head towards the entrance of the building. Then a man approaches me.

“You there. Are you a member of the church?”

Before the man can finish his sentence, my hand has decapitated him. There are shrieks and pandemonium all around me.

Ah, what a pain in the a*s. It’s so vexing. I will send each and every one of you to the afterlife!

“Ah, Ichiko… Are you paying attention to what I’m saying? It can’t be helped, Izumi. At the very least, let the perpetrator be caught alive… ah, not even you too! Oh well, there’s no other choice then. I’ll send the Disarray Devil’s Darning Needle out. It should be able to battle outside the dungeon.”

It’s getting more and more raucous in the surroundings… Well, I can guess the reason though.

And then someone is approaching.

“Damn it! What the hell are those two monsters!”

“There’s no way we’re a match for those two!”

“Let’s get the women and get the hell out of here!”

From the surrounding rooms comes the noise of something banging and what sounds like a woman’s scream. Apparently, it turns out that they dredged[i] me here for my body. And I can also hear them attempting to unlock my room.

Though in all likelihood…

“Heeee! You guys are!”

“You’re the ones responsible for this? Izumi. Don’t kill these guys, we’ll capture them.”

“R-run away… gaaaaaah!”

Regardless of how they struggle, there is already nothing but despair for the culprits though.

And then, when the screaming has ceased, from the door in front of me… light begins to pour out.

Everything I encountered was garbage to the point of absurdity.

The entryway and a few floors around the entrance are the only areas that are pristine. After that, if anyone was to glance around, they would be struck by the sight of large amounts of money and goods that must have been amassed as offerings to the young female believers who are in miserable conditions. Moreover, all of them seem to be rogues whose only merit is their brute strength and skill. The rest of them are just followers who seemed to have lost their minds.

As expected, even Kurokiri issues the following order in response to this spectacle.

“Ichiko, Izumi, I have sent out the Disarray Devil’s Darning Needle and a large amount of Fog and Smoke as support. So don’t let any of them slip away. There is no benefit in letting them live. Neither for us nor for the humans.”

True to his words, the branch manager, who has been straining to evacuate from the rooftop promptly, serves as bait for Disarray Devil’s Darning Needle, while Izumi and I make sure to finish off the scum from the floor below and above, protecting those who have been victimized. There would be no chance of overlooking them as the Fogs would conduct a thorough search of each floor. Even if they use their skills, it is to no avail. There is a distinct difference in status between me and them.

Then I reach the floor where Lady Ryo is with Izumi. Ahead of me are the men who are trying to escape from the room with the woman they have dragged out. They too catch sight of my gaze and stare at me.

“Heeee! You guys are!”

Ah, there’s no mistaking it. Their features are exactly as the man who was in charge of watching Lady Ryo testified. If I were to speak my mind, I would like to send them to the netherworld right now, but I have a promise to keep to Kurokiri. This place is…

“You’re the ones responsible for this? Izumi. Don’t kill these guys, we’ll capture them.”

“R-run away…”

Snap!

“…gaaaaaah!”

The only way to avoid them dying is to inflict sufficient anguish on them.

After that I liberate all the rooms apart from the one in which the Lady Ryo is confined, saving all the remaining females who have been dredged up, and tying up all the men. Then I make my way to the front of Lady Ryo’s confinement room.

“(Should I be the one who goes?)”

“No, I’ll go.”

I wonder what Lady Ryo will think after viewing me coated in scum’s blood. But whether she despises me or likes me, it will be of no importance. After all, this is something I did because I wanted to do it.

And then I open the door of… Lady Ryo’s room.

T/N:

[i] The ‘dredged’ here is something like a metaphor, like saying the women are brought here to be brainwashed