The Master of Exorcism

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<Side : Yustice Gostina>

『Month of the Cross – 27th (Morning)』

This is a story from a little while ago. After finishing my conversation with the Lord brat and returning to the lodgings Clarice had guided me to, a word from Clarice, who had come to visit, became the starting point.

“So, Clarice. You asked me to tell you my story?”

[Yes, that’s right♥ I don’t remember the stories I heard a long time ago very well now. The Director’s heroic tales. I wanted to hear them again… but I guess it wouldn’t be okay this late at night?]

Clarice fidgeted with her dainty fingers and spoke in a coquettish voice.

She wasn’t like this before, but it seems Clarice has learned a lot while living as an adventurer.

“Of course. What story wouldn’t I tell a child like my own daughter? Come, sit next to me. It’s an old story, but I hope you like it.”

[Wow… I’m so happy. Director…]

Let’s leave the lamp I was about to turn off for bed on for a while. In the softly flickering light, I can see Clarice’s face with a faint smile. Heh, she seems to be looking forward to it already.

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The leader of the Chronos Kingdom’s elite Order of Holy Knights, a blacksmith who figured out how to refine Dragon Scale, a renowned Exorcist, and the director of an orphanage that gathers and cares for children with nowhere to go.

Even possessing just one of these would be considered a prestigious title, earning cheers and respectful gazes from people.

And not to boast, but those are all titles that I possess, or have possessed.

As for how I obtained and lost those many precious titles, I’ll start by going back to my childhood.

I was once the heir to a blacksmithing family. If nothing else had happened, I would have learned forging techniques from my father and continued the smithy, but my childishness in my younger days wouldn’t allow it.

Unable to bear sitting quietly in front of the fire, hammering iron, and enduring the hot heat, I ran away from the village without anyone stopping me and headed straight for the kingdom.

Refusing to take over the family business, my eyes, unable to control my recklessness, were drawn to the Order of Holy Knights, clad in splendid armor and carrying beautifully forged swords, holding a victory parade.

At the time, Demonkin attacks were frequent, so the kingdom’s knighthood was suffering from a manpower shortage to the point where they would overlook minor criminal acts and enlist anyone whose identity was confirmed, and I joined the knighthood that way.

Moreover, luckily, my aptitude for Divinity was revealed within the knighthood, and I was able to join the Order of Holy Knights, which I had dreamed of.

At this time, I was so proud of becoming a Holy Knight myself that my pride soared to the heavens, and it was also a time when I disgraced my parents, who were trying to raise me as a mere blacksmith handling iron and fire. I regret it now…

Anyway, after being granted Divinity and becoming a trainee Holy Knight, I was assigned to a kind of Exorcist role within the knighthood, performing exorcism rituals. I was a little disappointed to be using an Exorcism Hammer instead of the sword I had been expecting, but I was still immersed in a sense of duty to contribute to the kingdom, use my talents, and defeat the Demonkin.

It’s embarrassing to say it myself, but at the time, I displayed far superior Divinity than my other peers, setting up Divine Power Barriers, so none of my comrades died from curses or the like in the battles I participated in.

Through the sacrifices and efforts of so many comrades, the Demonkin forces gradually faltered, and we were finally able to reclaim some Territory for the kingdom.

Having defeated the Demonkin and saved the kingdom from crisis, I grew older, and as I accumulated more achievements, I gained positions befitting them. Starting as a mere soldier, I was promoted to squad leader, then platoon leader, and finally, even Order of Holy Knights commander.

But with each rise in rank, the illusions I had about the knighthood, which I had admired so much as a child, began to shatter. Fierce infighting among vassals more intense than battles on the battlefield, endless schemes, and suffocating political maneuvering. Among them were those who, I don’t know where they found out, mentioned my parents’ names and occupations, disparaging me by discussing my level.

Moreover, in the midst of successive battles, every time I maintained and repaired weapons dulled by blood and flesh, I came to reflect on the work of the blacksmiths who made such weapons. Why was I ashamed of it back then, bored with it, and rejected it? Every time I thought back, my face turned red.

Then, something happened. In a battle I participated in as the commander-in-chief, there were huge losses in various supplies. Weapons were rusted and unusable, food was rotten or missing in places, and armor was worn out and no longer usable.

It couldn’t have been the Demonkin’s doing, as I had been meticulously checking for Demonkin intrusions with my Divine Power Barrier, so there was only one thing to consider. The schemes of vassals who envied me. I was disgusted by the greedy actions of these people who only cared about their own interests even in this wartime situation where the survival of humanity was at stake.

Unable to fight in this state, I had no choice but to retreat the army, and the vassals began to slander and undermine me as if they had been waiting for it. But already exhausted from infighting and political machinations, I didn’t make a single excuse and resigned from my position as commander.

On the surface, it was me leaving on my own accord, but in reality, I had been falsely accused and dishonorably retired, so I couldn’t establish a place for myself within the kingdom, and of course, I couldn’t even dream of becoming an instructor teaching knights.

So, dragging my tattered heart and shoes, I returned to my hometown. Although I arrived late at night, the light of the smithy was still flickering without fading.

My father, who was old and frail, reached out his hands, calloused from years of blacksmithing, and welcomed me. I couldn’t help but shed tears at my father’s touch, which hadn’t cooled down in the slightest. It was the moment when my childhood truly came to an end.

Returning to my hometown, I immediately learned the craft from my father. I was moved and sorry to my father, who gladly taught his skills to his wicked son who had refused the family business and left home. And after teaching me the techniques and skilled methods, he passed away three years later, and I took over the smithy.

Although I hadn’t learned the craft for long and my skill was lacking, I combined the techniques from my time as a Holy Knight with blacksmithing, producing Equipment specialized for Demonkin extermination. Yes… it was around this time.

That I refined Dragon Scale, which was said to be indestructible and could never be used as a material. The method was extremely simple. When I purified the scales, they could be easily refined. I guessed that the Dragon’s own Magical power was clinging to the Dragon Scale, giving it that much durability.

Thanks to making it possible to use a material that had been considered impossible to process for life, I regained fame and returned to the kingdom to receive a medal. It’s truly a bizarre thing.

Ah, meeting the Lord brat was also around that time. On the same day and at the same time, I received a medal, and I heard that he had dealt with more Monsters than our Order of Holy Knights, which acts as a group and specializes in exterminating Monsters.

Perhaps they gave him a medal with the intention of subordinating him to the kingdom by giving him a high status and Territory to prevent such talent from being taken by other countries and draining manpower.

The story after this is the same as I told you last time. As I got older, I took in disciples and passed on my skills to them, and then I retired. Beyond donating the income from making and selling weapons, I established and ran an orphanage myself, starting to care for those with nowhere to go, such as children who had lost their parents and siblings to Monsters like you, Clarice, or children who had been abandoned due to financial difficulties.

Clarice, I can’t forget the look on your face when you first came to the orphanage. Empty and futile eyes. I was amazed that the wounds in your heart, which I thought I could never heal, were gradually being filled after meeting Alex and Mel.

And you asked me last time why I made a graveyard in the back of the orphanage. That’s because there are comrades in the Order of Holy Knights who engage in covert activities such as ambushes and espionage. As the Monster offensive intensified, I heard about the lives of my comrades fading away, and I was secretly commemorating those who couldn’t even be buried in a graveyard after death.

“Well. That’s it. It was a bit long and boring. So, what do you think, Clarice? Did you like the story?”

[Ah… I’m sorry, Yustice. Actually, I wasn’t listening to the story from the beginning♥ It was such a boring and unnutritious story that I had a hard time listening♥]

At that moment, all sorts of unease washed over me. Clarice’s appearance, not using honorifics and speaking seductively with her legs crossed.

I was taken aback by Clarice’s attitude, which I had never seen in my life. No… even before that, the intense murderous intent that made even me, who had experienced countless battlefields, tense.

That murderous intent was pouring out madly from the frail Clarice, who couldn’t even kill a small animal.

“What…? What did Clarice just say…?”

[Can’t you even hear anymore? You pathetic bastard. Kikik♥ That’s why you’re still a virgin at your age♥ Well, the jokes are over. I’ll show you heaven♥]

Clarice unfolded her crossed legs and stood up. And her appearance changed… that was…!

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<Side : The 8th Apostle, Ghostis Yuzu/The 8th Rank – Barbatos>

This is a story from the distant future. The Goddess’s touch has reached every corner of this world, and now only the rebels who were deliberately left behind for the Goddess’s entertainment remain, and all other humans are gathered here♥

[Well♥ That’s the story of when I was a disgusting human. How was it? It was a really pathetic male’s past, wasn’t it?]

Before my eyes are pitiful and ignorant children who have not yet received the grace of the great Goddess. More than 50 children of various ages were sitting in chairs, listening to my story, just like in an academy classroom.

Of course, the uniform of this academy is nude♥ Wearing the clothes of disgusting humans is strictly prohibited♥ I am in charge of teaching the Goddess’s Doctrine in this academy and informing them of the incompetence and ignorance of humans and other races♥

The reason for going through the trouble of educating them like this is because research has shown through various experiences and experiments that the more hatred and disgust for humanity an individual has, the more powerful they can be transformed into as a Slave Incubus♥

Therefore, by firmly instilling the greatness of the Goddess and the ugliness of humanity in their minds, the excellent individuals among them will be immediately corrupted into Slave Succubus, and some individuals will be sent as spies to the rebel side to gather internal information or to seduce people within the group♥

–Ding~

[Yuz, are you there? I did what you asked me to do properly♥ Here, here’s the population survey data♥]

[Thank you, Clarice♥ Hehe♥ Come on♥ You can bury yourself in my breasts here and drink plenty of Breast milk♥ Or would you rather drink semen?]

[It’s okay, Yuz♥ Unfortunately, I’m planning to go hunting rebels with Blair and Mel right now, so I’ll just take your heart this time♥]

[Oh, is that so? That’s a shame. But next time you come… yes. Let’s save these disgusting seeds of humanity together with the Goddess’s greatness♥]

I briefly put the data Yuz brought on the podium and expressed my gratitude by rubbing Clarice’s Dick. Then, I glanced at the human children who were staring ahead with empty faces.

I used to take care of orphans and love children, but now they are just disgusting beings. But the Goddess is a merciful being who embraces all of them. Then it is my mission to inherit the Goddess’s spirit, take responsibility for them, and lead them to the Goddess’s side.

Hehe♥ Which child should I devour… no, save today♥ I stiffen my Dick, feel the vaginal fluid flowing down my crotch, and pause for a moment to think.

The story of Clarice, who led me, who was walking the wrong path, to the right path… the past male me, which is now fading from my memory… Ahaha♥ Even now, I sometimes indulge in masturbation while reminiscing about that time♥

Well then, shall we begin? The historical moment when Yustice… changes into Yuz♥

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