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Translator: Vine
Chapter Title: Uninvited Guests
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"You."
I clutched my throbbing head and forced my lips open.
"Do you really think that makes any sense?"
Had I really raped and impregnated a familiar?
And to me, who had maintained my purity for over forty years, including my past life!
"Ha..."
I was so dumbfounded, a sigh escaped me, and tears welled up. I felt like I was losing my mind.
"No? My sister said you used that familiar as a tool for sexual release, tormenting it until it died?"
"And that you're still using the child born from that, like a slave?"
"That's not all. Now you've taken a busty concubine and are enjoying wild coupling every day, aren't you?"
Bullshit of a different dimension, more novel-like than any novel, ceaselessly spouted from Duran's lips.
"What in the world is that nonsensical..."
As I was speechless and my hands and feet trembled from the utterly incomprehensible story and situation.
"Wait."
Mulling over Duran's words, I began to guess the culprit behind this absurd situation.
"Boobs, coupling..."
Two words I was now sick and tired of.
As far as I knew, there was only one being who would utter such words so casually, as if breathing.
-Tweetie.
[Yeah?]
When I called Tweetie, the most likely suspect in this situation and my familiar, our consciousness connected, and I shared Tweetie's sight and senses, as it had been wandering to find a being with demonic energy.
Closing my eyes, I saw the scenery Tweetie was seeing and heard the sounds it was hearing.
-"You're eating so heartily. Eat lots!"
-"Hello, Mr. Jarson. I came to buy some bacon... Oh my, good heavens! Who is this pretty bird?"
-"This is Pu-reong. She became my daughter two days ago."
-"Kyaa! Can I touch her just once?"
-"Of course!"
-"Oh my, this feels so good..."
-"That's my forearm, though."
While something salty continued to be chewed in my mouth.
What I saw in my shared vision was a bowl full of bacon and sausages, and two men and women passionately caressing each other out of nowhere, against a backdrop presumed to be a butcher shop.
Throb.
As the situation began to sink in, a headache surged.
I had released Tweetie for an important mission. Yet, it was chewing on bacon and enjoying itself in some adulterer's shop.
-...I have something to ask you.
Still, I had to confirm.
Suppressing the surging anger with difficulty, I asked Tweetie in the gentlest possible tone.
What kind of conversation it had with Lily last time.
And if it had ever told Lily about "coupling" or "boobs."
Then, Tweetie replied brightly.
[Yeah!]
-Haha, Tweetie.
Hearing that answer, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
-You damn bird!!!!
-I told you to find a being with demonic energy, not to chew on bacon and search for an adulterous affair...!
-Before I deep-fry you! Come back right now!
I lost my composure.
[No!]
[Daddy's mean!]
Tweetie, who had not only made me out to be a rapist but also a pervert, instead got angry.
Snap.
It cut off the consciousness connection with me as it pleased.
"I naturally thought it wouldn't be... Uh, uh, Camel, are you okay...?"
"Ah, aaaah!"
"W-what? Why are you suddenly like this?"
Duran, who had been looking at my face with concern, saw me suddenly clutch my head and vent my frustration, and began to back away, putting distance between us.
****
At a butcher shop somewhere in Igesti,
Munch, munch.
A cute blue bird, continuously stuffing itself with bacon from a bowl, was shedding big, fat tears.
'Daddy's mean...!'
Having been scolded for the first time since its birth, Tweetie was very upset.
'Tweetie likes Daddy, though...'
Camel had called Tweetie a "damn bird" and yelled at it, and not only that, but he had also spewed out abuses that should absolutely never be said to birds, if not other primates.
-You damn bird!!!!
-Before I deep-fry you! Come back right now!
Camel's anger, felt by Tweetie through the connected consciousness.
Camel's genuine emotion made Tweetie's feathers stand on end and left a deep scar on its tender heart.
Sniff.
The hurt blue bird struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to burst forth and stuffed another piece of bacon into its mouth. The fantastic taste of salty bacon was a realm separate from its sorrow, after all.
'Tweetie always listened to Daddy's words...! Daddy doesn't know anything...!'
While feeling wronged internally, Tweetie turned its head to look towards the bedroom where the being it had found had taken a female.
How long had Tweetie been staring?
-Click.
Before long, the door opened.
"Heh heh."
A man with blood smeared all over his face and a satisfied expression emerged from inside.
"You'll understand someday too."
With a rough finger stained with demonic energy, he stroked Tweetie's small head.
"How enjoyable it is for us, who are not human, to toy with humans."
As befitting a being with demonic energy, he spouted ambiguous words, then entered the bathroom to wipe off the blood clinging to his entire body.
Tweetie's head turned as it watched him.
Through the open door, the woman, drained of her life force by the incubus and now a cold corpse, reflected in Tweetie's eyes.
'I should probably tell Daddy...'
That there was a being with demonic energy here harming people. It felt like it should inform him immediately.
Recalling what had just happened, Tweetie shook its head. No matter how it thought about it, it didn't seem like Daddy would listen to it now.
Click.
Just then, Tweetie heard the sound of the main gate, which the incubus had locked, opening.
"...!"
Tweetie turned its head and was horrified.
"Y-you are...!"
The incubus, hearing the presence, also flinched and hastily knelt, bowing its head.
"Ras said to come here if I wanted to meet that fellow."
The man with black hair and red eyes murmured in an icy cold voice.
In Tweetie's opinion, the man bore an exact resemblance to someone it knew very well.
****
-Clang!
"You half-wit brat. Do you really want to die?"
Ras, who had blocked the ink-black sword blade flying towards him with his greatsword, heavily imbued with demonic energy, frowned and spoke.
"I'd be grateful if you did. Though I doubt a mere wretch like you could kill me."
Mort, the fallen hero, who had been swinging his sword at Ras despite having only recently arrived, grinned and scoffed at Ras.
"Ha... Annoying. Truly annoying."
Sloth, the Sin of Sloth, who had been watching the scene, clutched his throbbing head and let out a sigh.
"Why are they causing trouble in my territory..."
Igesti, the imperial capital, and also humanity's last bastion.
This was the territory of the Chaos Cult, managed by the lazy and slothful Sloth.
It had been quite a troublesome and annoying task, but Sloth had put considerable effort into this place for a long time.
He had slowly corrupted the empire's nobles and subtly manipulated the key figures of the empire, who had lost their starlight.
For that glorious day, prophesied by the arrival of Lord Bulginius, the Evil God.
And yet. It had certainly been like that.
"He's my duel opponent. So don't be unreasonable and follow the order! Before I crush that excessive body of yours into powder!"
That foolish Sin, yelling in anger, had nonchalantly destroyed the golden tower he had built up.
"Amusing. You, who turned your back and fled from me, dare speak of a duel before me again."
The half-wit Sin, who had appeared out of nowhere, was throwing a tantrum, demanding that Ras yield his prey to him.
"Should I just kill them all...?"
Sloth seriously considered it but then shook his head.
Regardless of how his golden tower had been destroyed,
No matter how much he wanted to kill these fellows growling before him,
He, chosen by Lord Bulginius, should not kill them.
Though he hated to admit it, these fellows were absolutely necessary for the coming day.
For that day desired, wished for, and awaited by Lord Bulginius, the Evil God, Father of the End, Mother of Despair, and Origin of Sin.
"Ha..."
Sloth, suppressing his murderous intent with a sigh.
Thud.
He kicked off the ground, inserting himself between Ras and Mort.
KABOOM!
After releasing an overwhelming output of demonic energy to push them apart.
"Let's do this."
He murmured lowly.
"..."
"..."
Ras and Mort had to kneel on one knee and remain silent, against their will.
On Sloth's forehead, the symbol signifying the demon god's agent glowed red and vivid.
****
The Imperial Palace's Grand Garden.
In a hidden subspace there, the Emperor's expression suddenly twisted as he received various reports from the Administrator.
"...Visiting without prior notice seems to be the latest trend for you all."
A clearly sarcastic tone.
The one addressed, however, picked his ear with his pinky finger, then threw something from his pocket onto the ground and replied.
Thump.
"I don't know about trends, but I came after hearing that that brat took care of all the fellows I mentioned."
Roll, roll.
What fell to the ground, rolled, and stopped at the Emperor's feet was a human head.
Horo Sweky, the Baron who had reported various information to the weekly magazine, had blood-stained writing on his face instead of features, indicating a certain location.
"Summon him."
Ras murmured this and extended a hand towards Evil.
"G-gasp...!"
Evil, whose neck was gripped by a black haze, was dragged towards Ras.
"And tell them. That I have taken this one. If they make any futile attempts, I will burst this fellow's head."
With those words, Ras and Evil vanished from the spot.