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◈ The War Hero in the NTR Game Wants to Die ◈
Chapter 028
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Void (2)
I threw the dagger I was holding to the floor.
The sound of the blade hitting the floor echoed inside the bathtub and soon subsided.
Slowly, I stood up.
The clothes soaked in water clung to my skin, heavy.
Throwing off the wet garments, I changed into the dry clothes the servants had prepared.
To hell with endings or anything else, should I just go to the front lines like this?
Without a thought, just slicing and cutting down enemies, and sometimes my own head getting split in half.
That might be better instead.
Now, at least I'm confident in that one thing.
The picture of living happily with someone doesn't come to mind.
But killing those who can live like that comes to mind easily.
That night, I stayed up all night with open eyes.
Gazing at the night sky where the moon shone brightly, with a cigarette dangling from my mouth, I was pickled in alcohol as always, drinking straight from the bottle, and sat blankly.
Every time the liquor flowed down my throat, my stomach warmed, but even that warmth felt somehow alien.
The cigarette burned down and touched my hand.
A stinging sensation spread over my skin, and the smell of lightly burned flesh brushed past my nose.
After staring blankly for a while, I roughly flicked it off, took out a new cigarette, put it in my mouth, and lit it.
The trembling sensation in my hand seems to have completely vanished.
Always... always, as if someone was there, my hand used to move and tremble on its own.
Even when gripping a sword, holding a glass, or holding a cigarette, my hand would tremble uncontrollably, independent of my will.
Perhaps because I erased one of the persistent, loathsome things remaining in my head, even soaked in alcohol, my mind felt clear.
It's strange.
All I did was shed a single burden, yet the world looks different.
The moonlight, the smoke, the taste of liquor lingering in my mouth. Should I say everything has become a bit more faint?
Thus, the morning sun rose.
Empty bottles rolled around at my feet, and cigarette butts piled up like a mountain in the ashtray.
My head wasn't throbbing, but my stomach was slightly uneasy, so I took another gulp of hangover drink.
Then, I looked at the clothes decorated with the Gryan family crest in the wardrobe, and put them on without a second thought.
There's nothing bad about being from a high-ranking family, right?
I should make good use of what I can.
The last time I crossed swords with him, the family head didn't seem unkillable, should I ask for his position?
Who knows, there might even be an ending like that.
[Endlog] was that kind of game after all.
Filled with useless bad endings, and somewhat hollow normal endings.
Anyway, I rode in a carriage into the academy, and when I entered the professor's office assigned to me... someone was sitting inside.
Looking at the bracelet on his arm, it was a Platinum-ranked adventurer sent by the Guild.
A Platinum rank, I heard, was high enough to be able to converse with nobles, a higher rank than I expected.
The way he sat in the chair with his arms crossed, showed an intention to maintain some dignity, but to enter someone else's professor's office without permission and even take a seat, was quite... unpleasant.
"Sir Gryan. I've come about the tavern incident in the Eastern District last night."
"Tavern?"
"I've come about Arin, an adventurer belonging to the Guild dispatched here. And the Bruno gang incident. Considering the gravity of the matter......"
With a cigarette in my mouth, after lighting it with a match, I threw the matchbox at his face.
The matchbox, having hit his forehead and fallen, clattered on the floor.
I spoke to the person who was looking at me with a bewildered expression.
"Get up, leave the room, then ask for permission to enter and to sit down."
"......This is the capital, not the Gryan Ducal House's domain. Do you not realize what situation you are in right now?"
I paid no heed.
I inhaled a mouthful of smoke, then exhaled.
The adventurer stared fixedly at me for a long time, then finally gritted his teeth and left the room.
What serious situation?
If one were to just list the facts, it would merely be that several commoners attacked me and died.
No one would be curious about what emotions and stories were exchanged there, either.
In the now quiet professor's office, I waited, inhaling smoke.
A knock.
I didn't answer.
Slowly exhaling smoke, I gazed out the window.
The morning sun lay long upon the floor.
Again, a knock.
"Isn't it common sense to knock only once? I'm not deaf. Come in."
The door opened, and he naturally entered, standing before the chair. For someone who had just been kicked out, his walking was quite composed. As he was about to sit down, I threw in a remark.
"Who told you to sit?"
"......May I sit?"
"One can't leave a guest standing, can one? Sit."
"......."
The adventurer sat in the chair, and in a stiff posture, recounted the circumstances of his visit.
A report came in that the Bruno gang was annihilated by one man at a tavern in the Eastern District last night, and after compiling witness testimonies, it's said that I am the only suspect.
When he uttered the word, annihilation, the adventurer's voice trembled slightly.
Whether it was anger over his comrades' deaths, or fear at the thought that he himself might die, I didn't know.
"So, did I kill them?"
"Yes."
"I did. So, is there a problem?"
The words that came out of my mouth were surprisingly light.
The adventurer's eyes widened.
Soon after, his face slowly turned red, and clenching his fists, he raised his voice.
"......Are you asking if there's a problem, now? I may only be a mere Platinum adventurer, but... this is an insult to all Guild members!"
To insult, one must first have respect, but how can I insult something I've never held?
"The word disgrace would be more fitting than 'insult' for you. And I don't know how many adventurers like you there are in the Empire, but even if you gather all of them, they wouldn't be stronger than the non-humans I've torn apart."
As the enraged adventurer tried to spring to his feet, I picked up the cup in front of me and threw it at his face.
The remaining tea water splashed over his face, and the cup clattered as it rolled on the floor.
While the adventurer staggered, I rose from my seat, approached him, grabbed his shoulder, and calmly pushed him back into his seat.
Perhaps he was a surprisingly patient man, as he didn't lunge at me.
Wisely so.
"And I didn't come to this fucked-up school to teach anything... but as Her Holiness commanded, I came to seek out and burn the cultists hiding here."
I only just remembered it after saying it myself.
Because I had forgotten for a moment.
What with that damn Arin, Arin, always on my mind, I had pushed it aside.
Not doing what I was supposed to, and instead butchering a heroine, wouldn't the Pope be appalled if she heard?
Though surprisingly, she might not care.
By the way, cultists huh......
I don't know how far I need to go, but I guess I just need to deal with everything suspicious.
Just like I ground up non-humans.
After all, this will essentially be the same thing.
It's the only thing I'm good at in this world, so I won't fail.
Slowly, I drew the dagger from my pocket and placed it on the table.
The morning sun reflected off the blade, sweeping across the adventurer's face.
"Is the Guild defending cultists? Or have you personally come to defend them?"
The adventurer looked down at the dagger, then tightly shut his mouth.
Up to the Gryan Ducal House, if he were to somehow make a fuss about a noble killing innocent commoners, he might at least tarnish my reputation, and the Guild might even get some compensation... but if it turns into a Church matter and he makes a fuss, troublesome things might inevitably happen.
"......I didn't realize it was such a matter."
"And if you want to claim even minimal compensation from the Gryan Ducal House, don't come to me, but go find the vice-commander of the Imperial Knights."
"That's... fine."
Fine, my ass. He came to extort money because he thought I was easy prey.
While thinking that the Gryan Ducal House wouldn't fail to pay a reasonable sum for hush money.
Originally, those living in the capital tend to lack respect for hierarchy.
Those who make some money live better than obscure nobles in the provinces, and nobles can't treat commoners just any way they like... what should I call it? It's just a place with that kind of atmosphere.
Perhaps it's because all capable commoners move up to the capital.
Because this place sucks people in.
The adventurer, left speechless, seemed eager to leave this place by any means.
It was also troublesome to keep holding him, so I just made some excuses and sent him away.
So, the deaths of Arin and the Bruno gang.
An adventurer from somewhere, who was brutally killed by a high-ranking person without any meaning or reason, this is how it was resolved.
Without anyone knowing, or anyone to mourn.
Still, it's better than the front lines.
At least the bodies were completely incinerated, right?
By the way, I came to catch cultists.
After staring for a long time at the crumpled list remaining on the desk, I folded it neatly and put it in my pocket.
Then, I left the professor's office, walked down the corridor, and grabbed a non-human student who happened to be passing by, asking if they knew a Brunenhain family student.
Seeing me, he was terrified and couldn't answer properly, so he just nodded, and I told him to bring the student.
The student, as if in a great hurry, ran off quickly.
A short while later, the pointy-ear appeared in front of the professor's office.
He seemed slightly intimidated.
Standing at the door, he peered inside, but only looked, not even knocking.
"Come in."
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