episode_0043

“Sigh… Thank you, Saint. I feel a bit better now.”

Perseus, the angel who had tasted the sweetness of my bosom many times thanks to my hand, smiled satisfactorily.

Of course, I was extremely dissatisfied.

“There’s one thing I need to clarify! That, that’s not my preference!”

For the sake of my honor, I couldn’t let this issue slide.

“What?”

“Being forced to endure that… big pepper on a smiling boy’s face. It’s just a fantasy that fits the situation of a bound angel. I don’t usually masturbate to that kind of thing!”

Yes. I enjoyed fantasizing about being a middle-aged man with a relaxed demeanor, as if I knew all the weaknesses of women in a gentlemanly manner.

While I enjoyed reading romance novels featuring young and handsome noble sons or knights, when it came to my fantasies, the wise old butlers who were their advisors took precedence.

Of course, as my period approached, I sometimes fantasized about being forced to endure it, but that’s a special case. Ugh!

“Hehe. I’ll remember that, Saint.”

But the angel’s relaxed response only made me feel worse. That expression that seemed to care about people, it made me really angry, you know?

“Furthermore, if you have the ability to peek into someone else’s fantasies, shouldn’t you mention it beforehand? It’s a kind of sexual crime. Gazing rape… no, mind rape?”

I poured out my anger without hesitation.

“Uh… Is that a crime?”

“Yes! What was the purpose of the goddess’s blessing before it got corrupted? It was to prevent unwanted pregnancies and keep women from being unhappy! It’s the same thing. I’m unhappy because you showed my fantasies!”

This is my winning pattern. The golden age of Keyboard Warrior Kiyoul has arrived.

Using the opponent’s beliefs as evidence to support my argument!

“Hmm. I thought you had a hobby of showing off. You recorded everything about the Saint in the place where everyone lives, didn’t you?”

Huh?

“No, how do you know that?”

Perseus chuckled. Ah, this is the smile of the victor.

“I don’t know everything about this island, but detecting the use of magic is possible.”

Perseus, who spoke triumphantly, suddenly tilted his head and pretended to be cute.

“But I’ve seen people urinate or defecate as a manifestation of their arrival, but I’ve never seen someone hoping others would watch them urinate. Even after living for a long time. People with sensitive tailbones.”

I apologize. I apologize for addressing the humble human subject of sensitive tailbones to the sacred angel.

I surrender, please stop.

“Stop! Forget about that! …Oh? You said you know where magic was used?”

Unexpectedly, there was an important conversation mixed in.

“Yes. Since you came down to find the goddess, detecting magic is my specialty. The restaurant where information about this place and the Saint is written, and the lowest level of the mine?”

It seemed like I had obtained the most important information today.

“Now you really have to go. The guards here patrol regularly.”

Perseus, restraining himself again – although he was still standing naked with his arms fixed in place, said to me.

“Thanks to you, I’ve recovered some strength, so I’ll teleport you back to the surface.”

Thanks to Perseus, I gained valuable information and saved my life.

As I lifted the rubble that had reached Perseus’s buttocks and expressed my gratitude, I felt a sense of relief.

“Yes, thank you. I’ll definitely come back to rescue you.”

As Perseus’s fingertips shimmered, I was instantly transported back to the surface and captured by angry miners.

“Look! The virgin destroyed the mine!”

End of Episode 43.

“But did those girls really do it?”

Where are the outsiders on this island besides us? And I heard that the woman who suggested digging there was the one who did it?”

“Still, don’t we need to hear the story? We worked hard to help with the work, there could be a misunderstanding!”

Even Grecia was caught and tied to the pillar next to me. Outside the building, the sound of men lighting torches and talking loudly could be heard.

It seemed like my feat of causing the collapse of the tunnel for the ore exploration was being attributed to me.

The noise and vibration caused by the hidden cultists on the island collapsing the tunnel seemed quite significant. It was natural for me to be accused as the culprit since I was alone at the scene of the crime.

I wanted to tell the truth and clear my name, but the agitated men wouldn’t listen to me.

Come to think of it, I couldn’t just bring up the cultist story in front of everyone. It would be dangerous to do so here until the warden arrives.

Are all these miners just ordinary prisoners? There could be members of the cult mixed in with them.

“Hazel, are you okay?”

Captain Grecia expressed her concern. Come to think of it, Grecia was caught without knowing anything.

Since the night seems to be long, let’s calmly explain.

We seem to be trapped until the warden returns tomorrow afternoon.

This was how I ended up telling Grecia about the absurd story of the cultists and the ore exploration.

I told her that there were followers of the cult on this island. Of course, I left out the details about the goddess or angels.

The place where we were confined and tied up seemed to be an underground storage area for storing Canaan minerals, somewhat removed from the village.

The underground chamber was so dark that even Grecia’s face couldn’t be seen without a torch.

To pass the time in such a place, we constantly chatted under the judgment that conversation was good for mental health.

“Wasn’t it because of the gold magic that prisoners couldn’t touch us, outsiders? How did we get caught so easily?”

“There are conditions attached to the gold magic. We shouldn’t be powerless against external enemies. Perhaps the moment they thought we were the culprits who caused the mine collapse, they could touch us.”

Grecia said it as if it were obvious, but I found it hard to accept. Isn’t it just a superficial gold magic?

“Ugh. Useless magic. Isn’t it just that if I tell myself, ‘That person is our enemy,’ it will be released?”

“Well, people with the mental strength to deceive themselves like that are rare, so the magic itself isn’t useless. It’s just that if the circumstantial evidence is clear to anyone, it can’t be helped but be released.”

Is that so? I’ve done a lot of things that I couldn’t have done without the help of my resistance.

“But what are you going to do now? You need to build trust to investigate this island. It will be difficult to leave the village like this.”

Grecia’s words made sense.

I need to find the entrance to the cultists’ hideout, confirm where the sacred power was used in the lowest level of the mine, erase my status window, save the angel, and leave this island safely.

What? Why do I have so much to do?

Anyway, to accomplish this, the help of the men on the island is essential. But if things continue like this, it will be difficult, really.

I have many weapons at my disposal.

I can heal perfectly.

Embarrassing, but anyway, I can help with stamina recovery.

I can also replenish mana.

If the hot spring water or drinking water is contaminated, I can purify it.

…Isn’t that too capable?

Cheating ability you gave me was really amazing. I’ll do my best with this.

Let’s negotiate when the day breaks.

“No, I think I can regain trust. Let’s talk to the men tomorrow.”

I reassured Gracia.

For the first time since coming to this world, I felt a clear sense of purpose, which excited me.

I had been swept here and there, literally swept away by the waves to this island, but now I felt like I could see what needed to be done.

Whether it was being possessed by someone involved in a key event or meeting goddesses and angels, I felt hopeful that helping them would bring me closer to the ending and I was happy at the thought of being able to return to Earth.

“Gracia, when you leave the island…”

“Hazel, shh.”

Just then, Gracia’s low and threatening voice pierced my ears.

Instantly, my excitement faded. I closed my mouth and listened, hearing footsteps coming down the stairs.

Creak… The door opened and closed quietly. Still, nothing was visible.

It didn’t feel right.

If it was a patrol, they would be carrying torches, they wouldn’t need to muffle their footsteps like that, they could just check if we were okay and move on, but they were getting closer.

Thud-

“Argh…”

I heard a sound of impact and a groan like a sluggish beast. It seemed like Gracia had kicked the intruder.

“Who are you! Get out right now!”

Gracia shouted loudly enough for the men standing guard outside to hear.

Thud-

“Ugh…!”

This time, a choking scream erupted from Gracia. It seemed like the intruder had attacked her abdomen.

“There’s no one outside! It’s an intruder! Help!”

Since I was also bound, I made the best judgment. This person was not a prisoner on this island.

“Cough, cough… Ugh. What, who are you!”

Gracia also shouted loudly, but there was no response from outside.

“I thought you would be bait among the men, but you’re free.”

“I missed two things. That you’re virgins. That you’re superstitious fools who believe in miners.”

A low tone echoed in the underground chamber.

Seeing that the men outside watching the guard were already subdued, as they made no attempt to silence the noise.

“Are you… a follower of the goddess?”

“…Keep quiet and leave when the communication comes.”

The man with the low voice ignored my words and growled.

“Let go! What are you doing?”

I heard Gracia’s defiant voice.

The creaking of the pillar to which Gracia was bound, the sound of feet hitting the ground, the rustling of fabric, and the rough breathing of the two men stimulated the imagination, creating a scene.

Rip- Along with the sound of fabric tearing, Gracia’s voice filled with horror was heard.

“Are you trying to rob me? …A woman like me?”

Gracia was shocked.

But it seemed to be for a different reason than me.

For the first time since coming to this world, a real crisis had come.