‘’Uuuuu…’’
“Hey, are you alright, Iris?”
This was right after I had healed her right arm. She slumped onto the table, utterly exhausted.
“My, my head… it’s spinning…!”
Ah, well, that’s understandable.
“It’s because the liquor you drank is over 90 proof. Chugging it all at once would do that to you.”
Thanks to that, Iris’s face was bright red. I should have explained it beforehand.
“Sorry about that, for making you drink it so suddenly. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I left some money for the meal on the table, then approached her and lifted her up in my arms.
“Let’s go rest at my place.”
“That’s not okayーーーッ!?”
At that moment, the silver-haired sisters Niesha and Kuesha burst through the window with a loud crash. With a movement as swift as a thunderstorm, they snatched Iris away from me.
Whaaat?
“What are you two doing?”
“That’s our line, mister!?” “Taking a drunken woman with you is absolutely not okay!”
Hm, ah. Well, I guess it did look a bit bad from an outsider’s perspective.
“I didn’t mean anything weird by it.”
“We know you’re a kind person, mister!” “But still, there’s always a risk! Especially with her, having such big…!”
The twin sisters, holding Iris, hissed at me.
There’s no way I can take her back from them now.
“Got it. I’ll leave her to you two.”
Actually, it might be just as well.
After all, Niesha and Kuesha are the double leaders of the all-female adventurer group ‘Fairy Prank’.
Iris would probably feel more at ease and happy with them than with me.
“I trust Niesha and Kuesha.”
“Hehehe!!! …But we’re not happy about being trusted by you, mister!?”
“I see.”
For a moment, I thought I saw an extremely relaxed expression and heard a voice, but maybe it was my imagination?
“See you later, Iris. Somewhere, someday.”
Just as I was about to leave, suddenly,
“W-wait.”
Her trembling right hand grabbed my sleeve.
“Iris?”
“I… still have something… to settle…”
Even in her hazy state, she spoke.
“Viola… that female pervert who rapes women… Now that I can fight, we need to take her down as soon as possible…”
“Don’t worry.”
I wrapped her hands in mine.
That noble, I was planning to take care of her without being told, but…
“You mentioned it, didn’t you? That the marquis goes after even little girls who still have baby teeth.”
“Yeah, she’s the worst…”
“That… worst… woman… heard… it.”
When I tried to bring Iris into the diner, I inwardly flinched when I saw ‘the nun leading little girls’ entering first.
“A woman obsessed with little girls wouldn’t miss such a statement. The Holy Dragon might cause a bigger commotion than I would.”
“What are you talking about? That woman?”
I told the confused Iris.
“The ‘Saint of the Perverted Wind, Anemone’, one of the only seven ‘special class’ adventurers in the world, will make a move.”
“!?”
Yes.
“Also known as ‘the saint who can say “little girl” ten times in one second’, Anemone.”
“Gross!”
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“Anemone has arrived!”
Six point six seconds after the statement ‘a little girl is being humiliated’, the marquis’s mansion in the holy city was in ruins.
“Aaah, it hurts!?”
“Aaaaaaaaah!?”
“Somebody, please… kill me…!”
The background was hellish flames burning fiercely.
Standing there were dozens of soldiers impaled on blood-red stakes.
Screams and wails. The sound of flesh burning.
Amidst the stage of this tragic scene, ‘Saint Anemone’ was smiling.
“Now, it’s just you left.”
With a soft smile like a blooming flower.
“Come now, come now.”
In a gentle voice meant to soothe.
“Time to die, Viola?”
Anemone slowly walked down the corridor, closing in on the marquis.
“Y-you’re the special class adventurer Anemone…!”
Viola’s eyes widened at the sudden attack.
One of the seven human weapons in the world, special class.
And one of them, ‘Saint of the Perverted Wind’, was closing in on her.
“Why are you here…!?”
“Don’t you get it? Your brain is smaller than a little girl’s chest.”
“What did you say!?”
The moment the marquis Viola tried to move, blood stakes shot up from the ground.
“Tch!?”
She dodged instinctively, but stakes came from the walls and ceiling next.
The stakes of crucifixion relentlessly pursued her.
“Let’s stop your breath and period.”
“Shut up, you lowly peasant!”
Viola ran through the hallway, where it was hard to avoid the stakes, and leaped into a spacious office.
She kicked and shattered a blood stake, sending its tip flying at Anemone.
But it was futile.
“Let’s stop your resistance and aging.”
The fragments of the stake scattered into a blood mist. Then, new stakes sprouted, aiming at Viola again.
“Damn, this is endless! So this is the rumored rare skill that controls blood!”
“Yes. I won’t go into details, but if I apply it, I can even teleport instantaneously using a little girl’s tears as coordinates.”
“Gross!”
Along with her insult, Viola retrieved something from her desk.
“Did you think I was just running away!?”
She pulled out a whip covered in poisonous scales.
This was a magical weapon made from the S-rank dangerous poison evil dragon, ‘Basilisk’.
“Don’t underestimate meーーーッ!”
With rage, she lashed the whip. It moved at ultra-high speed, cutting through the air.
In an instant, the poisonous whip obliterated the group of blood stakes approaching Anemone.
“Activate, Cursed Poison!”
The moment the whip hit the stakes, they petrified and shattered in front of Anemone.
This time, they didn’t regenerate.
“Hahaha! Bullseye! It seems if the blood turns to stone, it can’t regenerate!?”
“Oh, you’re strong.”
The nun narrowed her eyes, acknowledging the marquis’s skill, not just the weapon’s excellence.
“I see… So that’s the power you gained by consuming little girls.”
“Little girls have nothing to do with it, you idiot. It’s natural for high-ranking nobles to have powerful weapons and superior skills and bravery.”
Viola was overwhelmingly strong.
At first, she was caught off guard by the surprise attack, but once she composed herself, this was the result.
“Don’t underestimate the power of nobility.”
Their hidden weapons, acquired with vast wealth.
Their numerous skill enhancements from successive superior marriages.
These transformed their graceful bodies into absolute forces on the battlefield.
“Anemone only cares about little girls.”
“Shut up, lunatic. By the way… your base is in ‘Development City Tristain’, right? So, did Iris, whom I exiled for training, send you? Or did Lord Iscar betray me!?”
“Yes.”
The saint answered half-heartedly.
Iscar had nothing to do with it, but she didn’t want to prolong the conversation with someone who wasn’t a little girl.
“Damn! I know some of his past misdeeds too, yet he betrayed me, even risking exposure!?”
“Yes.”
“Thought so!”
Viola, a fellow corrupt noble, was enraged, not knowing the truth.
“Recently, he seems to be posing as a ‘saintly noble’ for some reason, but has he really reformed…? Damn, I’ll kill you next time we meet, Lord Iscar!”
“Whatever. So, no remorse? You’re a terrible person.”
“Yes, that’s right! But I’m strong! Nobles are strong, so we’re allowed to be cruel!”
With a swift slash, the whip struck Anemone’s neck.
“Got you!”
The cursed poison activated, instantly petrifying the nun’s slender neck. It shattered and scattered in the air – or so it seemed.
However.
“Oh, Anemone has died.”
“Huh?”
When Viola realized it, there stood Anemone, completely naked.
“What, when did you…!?”
“You are truly a horrible person.”
A chill ran down Viola’s spine.
Another naked Anemone appeared behind her.
“Wha…!?”
More and more Anemones kept appearing.
“Why have you become such a person?” “Weren’t you once innocent too?” “You must have been such a cute little girl with a beautiful smile.”
Three, four, then five.
With each blink, more Anemones appeared.
Viola, the womanizer, found her vision and hearing filled with the swarm of women.
“Hey, you.”
“Eek!?”
Before she knew it, they had surrounded her.
Even without noticing, she was already completely encircled.
Her surroundings were filled with the flesh and scent of women.
“Wh-what is this!? What is happening!?”
Viola screamed in terror. But her voice went unheard.
Just as she had silenced the voices of her victims with her power and violence…
“No use screaming.”
The saint’s ‘army’ absorbed her voice, her tears, and even her flesh and blood within the prison of carnal allure.
“What is this!? My body, it’s so hot… as if it’s melting… Wait, I’m shrinking…!?”
Ah.
Is this a nightmare? A hallucination?
In her final moments, Viola saw her own body shrinking.
“Now, wicked woman. To atone for all your sins.”
“A… ah…!?”
And then.
“Let’s turn you into a cute little girl, shall we?”
An EX skill activated.
Forbidden technique unleashed: [Demonic Overflow World Gogmagog: Blood Moon of Fresh Blood Illuminating the Maiden]
A temple of flesh materialized there.
On this day, an evil woman vanished forever from the holy city.
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Tristain Newspaper: Month of the End of Spring / Issue of the Third Water God
- ‘Saint Anemone,’ under the direction of Count Iscar, attacked the mansion of the wicked Marquis Viola.
Neither Marquis Viola nor her private army were found.
It is believed they fled upon sensing the impending attack.
However,
From the marquis’s estate,
86 girls with lost memories were rescued.
