Suici*de by Raising a Heroine

4 – Fanaticism

“Quaaagh!”

A man’s deep scream echoed through the forest. It was a scream full of pain.

However, the forest at night spread its screams through the densely grown trees as if it would not allow any act to break the silence.

All the pleas and curses for life intermittently interspersed with screams of pain.

The source of the scream was a man whose hands and feet were nailed to the cross and blood was flowing all over his body.

Not a single tooth existed in the mouth half-opened in pain. Where the eyes should have been, there was only a red-colored hole through which blood flowed like tears. The body was full of cuts, burns, and open wounds.

The man was not alone. Nearby, there were probably ten men lying on the cold dirt floor, clutching at their grotesquely twisted and broken joints.

The only difference was that unlike the man on the cross, his mouth was gagged.

The men’s eyes were full of pain and fear. The fishy smell of blood flowing from the cross and the horrible screams were more than enough to make them lose their will to resist.

Of course, any attempt to resist was pointless with the shattered and dislocated limbs, nothing more and nothing less. It’s just that the order of death has come earlier.

All the men could do was shed tears as they imagined the future that would come upon them.

A dirt floor that has long been stained with dark red blood, a cross on which an incessantly screaming person hangs, and corpses with dismembered limbs and guts gutted.

The reason why the men didn’t completely lose their minds and go mad even though the scene was unfolding as if it had been relocated from hell was purely because of the woman in front of them.

“My Almighty God, please watch over this lamb…”

A woman knelt on the floor, hands folded, closed eyes and prayed as if she did not care at all whether the blood soaked into the floor stained her clothes or not.

She was wearing a simple nun’s uniform with no decorations, but even that could not completely cover her voluptuous breasts.

Moreover, the nun’s uniform was completely open from the top of the pelvis to the bottom, revealing the pelvis and thighs as pure as white jade.

Even though she was kneeling on the floor, her skinny thighs and calves had white stockings and a garter belt. Rather than being a nun, it was more like an outfit worn by a prostitute with the concept of a nun.

An enchanting scene in which an ordinary person is praying while wearing a prostitute-like level of beauty that is uncertain whether or not he will ever meet in his lifetime.

Sadly, even under these circumstances, men are creatures of instinct. It is thanks to that instinct that he does not go mad and remains sane.

“You slut!”

Vicious swearing erupted from among the men who had been thrown on the floor.

Suddenly, the nun’s body, which had been praying, stopped moving. The men around him looked like this bastard was crazy.

Even if he behaved calmly, he was not sure whether he would be able to die comfortably or not.

“You think you’ll be forgiven if you do something like this and pray, but do whatever you want! You bitch!”

The nun, who had paused for a moment, began to recite the prayer again. He didn’t even seem interested in cursing or not.

The angry man cursed at her, but the nun didn’t budge and focused on her prayers. The men around them just hoped that the sparks would not fly to them.

The man who was pointed out as the first scapegoat and hung on the cross in a gruesome manner was the one who cursed the nun the loudest. It’s mainly about how much sexual experience you have, and which part of your body you’ve used.

The torture that followed was vicious enough to make even those who had gone through all the battles turn their eyes away for a moment.

So, when the nun gagged them for disturbing her prayers, she even felt relieved that there was no room for unconscious mistakes.

“How nice! With such a lewd body, I’ll fuck the Pope with his legs open, so it’s easy to get an absolution! You’d have been stuck like a rag anyway, so why don’t you give us some too!”

The moment I said that, the nun who had been praying frantically opened her eyes. The head jerked back. It had yellow eyes, but it was as dark as pitch black.

Even the man who had been swearing at me in spite of it, stopped his mouth under the force of that spirit. Sensing that they had been fucked, the other men forced their grotesquely contorted limbs to squirm and try to gain distance.

The nun slowly raised herself. The white garter belt was stained with blood. Her eyes were fixed on the man who had just insulted her.

In line with that movement, her voluptuous breasts showed off her assertiveness, and her long, straight brown hair that reached down to her chest draped beautifully at the back of her neck.

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Jebuck, the nun stepped out. The goal was obvious. The man, who had been muttering in anger, seemed to realize that he had been filmed, but kept his mouth shut and rolled his eyes.

Regardless of whether or not he was cursing, he was terrified when he caught that woman’s gaze straight on. The nun’s eyes turned to the piece of cloth that had probably been tied to the man’s mouth, now split in two and fell to the floor.

“Alas, my God. Forgive me this poor lamb. Because of my immorality, God has been insulted.”

The nun, who stood there and said a short prayer, took another step. The forest was so quiet that it gave you goosebumps.

The man who was hanging on the cross, screaming and repeatedly begging and swearing, was dead before he knew it. The forest at night, where even the screams and prayers to God, the only sound that echoed like a chorus, had stopped, was a madly silent place.

“It’s big?!”

The nun who came right in front of the man grabbed the man by the back of his neck and lifted him up. Even if he tried to struggle, his limbs were twisted, so it was just a funny wriggling from the side.

Of course, it was a desperate move for the person who was caught behind the neck.

Returning to her prayer spot, the nun threw the man onto a nearby rock. A choked, muffled scream leaked out.

The rock was a mess of hardened blood and chunks of human flesh, so it was obvious what it meant to be placed on top of it.

As the nun grabbed the man’s right forearm and shoulder and gave strength, a terrible sound was heard from bone to bone breaking at the shoulder joint. The man screamed in a fit of panic, but the nun didn’t blink an eye and pulled the hand holding her right arm further.

“Quaaagh! aaa

With the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing, the right arm fell from the shoulder blade and splattered blood everywhere. The man on the rock struggled with his eyes closed in terrible pain.

He tore off his arm with his bare hands.

The nun gently placed her dripping arm on the crudely woven wooden box right next to her.

And the process was repeated. The left arm is pulled out, the right leg is pulled out, the left leg is pulled out. The cut parts were placed neatly on top of the box.

The rock was once again stained with blood. The man, whose arms and legs had been pulled off, couldn’t even pass out, and all he could do was breathe.

Everyone except the nun couldn’t blink an eye at the terrible scene unfolding before their eyes.

Second to how hard it is to remove human limbs while alive, I was overwhelmed by the brutality of doing it casually.

First, after all sorts of torture, he was hanged on a cross;

Then what’s next?

The nun’s hand did not stop even when she received dozens of pairs of eyes almost crying in fear.

Even if left as it is, it would die soon. Turn over the body, make the back of the head look at the sky, and once again grab the shoulder and the back of the head.

and pulled

The sound of bones breaking was heard briefly. The man’s neck was bent completely perpendicular to the body.

A death more futile than an ant walking on the side of the road. Compared to the notoriety of being a wanted criminal in the kingdom for a long time, it was a very empty death.

But the nun’s hand did not stop there. The hand holding the back of the head put more strength into it.

With the sound of skin tearing, the last bit of blood flowed through the torn flesh, but the hand pulling on his neck seemed unwilling to stop.

Even if the shoulder blades that couldn’t overcome the pressure sat down, even if blood splattered on his calm face, he was immovable.

And finally, the spine connected to the neck was mercilessly pulled out and revealed to the world.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh! Ugh!”

I saw a nun holding a human spine dripping with blood and looking at it in the light of a torch as if appreciating it.

Each time the distance from the torch narrowed and moved away, the long bone fragments that appeared in the shadows were enough to blow away the rationality of those who saw them.

A roaring voice could be heard from all directions.

I didn’t care about the pain of entangling my limbs or the fact that my face was rubbed on the cold dirt floor.

The noise coming from behind made the nun’s face lightly frown as she hung the extracted vertebrae on the pole of the torch and prayed.

Men crawling on the floor with bright yellow eyes and mucus dripping from their eyes were caught. I was just about to start praying.

It was disrespectful. Also very. The nun untied the pod she had been wearing for prayer.

The god of death from hell approached the men rolling on the floor.

At some point, the day dawned. The morning sun shone through the cracks in the densely grown trees.

There was no exception to the sunlight illuminating the heavens and the earth. Even the scene of the merciless massacre that took place last night was warmly embraced by the sunlight.

In the middle of the massacre, a bloodstained nun was praying with her hands folded.

Everywhere was covered with human blood, flesh, and intestines.

It was difficult to find an intact body. No, intact corpses did not exist in the first place. If an arm or a leg were attached to the body, it was fortunate enough.

Most of the corpses had arms and legs removed from the body, and only the torso and head remained.

There were corpses whose stomachs had been split open and all their internal organs had been emptied out, and corpses whose bodies had been cut exactly vertically. The cut surfaces were all rough.

The nun’s prayers did not stop. Rather, it was good to see that the heat was increasing.

And in the middle of that passionate prayer, I heard the groan of everyone dying. It came from a man hanging on a red-stained cross.

“……amen.”

prayer ceased. At the same time, the moaning stopped. Except for the nun, there were no other living humans nearby.

After praying, the nun raised her blood-soaked body. In his hand was a small skull.

The nun’s face was ecstatic as she gazed at the skull.

He moved his lips to give the skull a short kiss, and even licked the skull lightly with his tongue. The nun twisted her thighs as she felt the tingling sensation on her tongue.

“Ah, my god.”

Your immortality, that sweet fruit.

“Please, give even a little to this lamb…”

“Okay, let’s eat this too.”

“Ho, I can eat alone! My lord!”

Even as Serena said that, she quietly opened her mouth and bit into the meat I handed her. Then he glanced at me, and when I grinned, he blushed and pursed his lips in amazement.

Originally, I didn’t intend to do it this far, but when I asked how many years I had been away earlier, I heard the answer that it was 8 years and I felt a little sorry, so I changed my mind.

As soon as he heard that it had been eight years since he left Serena in the palace, he felt sorry for him. Hearing the rumors about the dragon, it seemed that his eyes were working properly.

Because I thought that a dragon, a spiritual creature that is above the providence of nature, might be able to kill me.

As a result, the dragon got tired of it first and left.

Anyway, with a lot of sorry feelings, Serena and I were camping in the woods with a bonfire.

I wanted to return to the city right away, but unfortunately I’m not in a position to do that. Because it’s not yet time for me to go back.

It took almost two weeks to get here. In other words, it meant that I had to take almost a month just for the round trip between the city where I was and this forest.

But now it’s only been a little over fortnight since I left the city. Will I return at the same time as the 1st Knight Commander of the royal family who ran out after destroying the manor house in half?

The Adventurer’s Guild receptionist will probably ask why you returned so early. The important thing here was that I hadn’t yet come up with a good excuse.

So, while thinking about how to answer with Serena, I decided to go for a walk in the woods and come back slowly.

The dragon left anyway.

He would probably fly there and find a suitable volcano, then go inside and fall asleep again.

“Eh.”

“ah……!”

My voice and Serena’s voices overlapped. It was because a piece of meat that was dangerously caught on the end of the plate fell onto the bonfire.

I put my left hand in first, stopping Serena from hurriedly reaching for the bonfire.

The campfire quickly engulfed the new flesh. In an instant, the skin burned black and shrank rapidly.

Ignoring the burning pain I felt in my hand, I picked up the meat and pulled my hand out of the fire.

“Use it. I can’t eat this.”

The meat was already a mess. Not only soil, but also ash was buried, giving off an atmosphere that was not to be eaten even at first glance.

my hand? It’s been a long time since it was already restored to its original state when it was taken out of the fire. Serena, of course, didn’t worry about my hands.

If I had to worry about that, I wouldn’t have ripped my spine out of a hug.

“Serena, just give up on this and do something else…?”

The sound of a sword being drawn cut me off. In Serena’s hand was her sword, the World Eater, which had been pulled out of its scabbard. The look on his face looking out over the forest was unusual.

“what’s the matter?”

“The flow of mana is strange.”

“Is the flow weird? Nothing special?”

“I’ll correct it. It’s not that the flow is weird, it’s that there’s no flow at all.”

“……”

There is no flow per se.

Feeling the weight of those words, I calmly put down the plate of meat I was trying to feed Serena. As far as I know, there were only two things on this continent that could make such a statement come out.

One, of course, is black magic. and the other one.

“…Christine.”