Surviving as a Cult Leader in Another World (Going up)

Baron Voltaire was in a very good mood.
The wedding he had worked so hard for had finally come to fruition today.
'Where did that pesky fly come from, acting all high and mighty just because he's the Count's son-in-law-.'
Monk Hyde.
A mere commoner who dared to swagger around, relying solely on the name of the Agarphe family. Voltaire was furious when that guy came here boasting, even with the backing of Archibald's name.
'But thanks to my son-in-law, I'm saved! As they say, it's all about who you know!'
The second son of the 'prestigious' Orleans Count family.
The Orleans Count family was a family with a long history in the neighboring Palchea region, as renowned as the Agarphe family, and they had recently produced 'Roland Orleans', one of the Six Holy Knights.
Even among Count families, they held far greater influence than the Agarphe family, which had lost its power after the war 20 years ago.
'If I had sided with the royal family until the end with the Agarphes, I would have ended up like that too! Count Doban, that bastard, acting all proud just because he's a Count, serves him right! That son of a bitch!'
Voltaire was a man filled with ambition for social advancement, promotion, and wealth.
He was thrilled that the relationship with the Agarphe Count family, whom they had served for generations, had been reversed.
'One must use their head wisely. That's what politics is all about. That idiot Doban. He should have married his daughter off to someone from a high-ranking noble family like I did.'
The only way for the Agarphe Count family to rise again was through Psyche. Psyche was rumored to be so beautiful, wise, and devout that everyone wanted her as their bride.
Even Voltaire, when he saw Psyche at around 15 years old, was captivated by her beauty and wanted to take her as his second wife.
'I heard that the Orleans Count family also proposed to Psyche. If Aaron Orleans had married Psyche instead of my daughter Cathy, our Voltaire family would never have had an opportunity like today…!'
However, Psyche refused the marriage proposal from Aaron Orleans.
She was said to be ill.
But the illness was cured, and there were rumors that Psyche had taken a husband. Apparently, it was a wooden plaque monk with no parents or backing.
'When I actually met him, he was just a good-for-nothing idiot!'
Why would she take such a man as her husband?
Had Doban Agarphe gone mad?
'No, Doban was always an idiot. A fool who became a Count just because he was born the eldest son of a Count family. And that bastard humiliated me on my 12th birthday!'
Voltaire recalled his 12th birthday banquet.
Back then, Rush Voltaire requested a swordsmanship duel with Doban and was utterly defeated.
After being humiliated that day, Rush never picked up a sword again.
'In the end, I'm the one who won! And I also won against that bastard Archibald! He looked down on me with those cold eyes when I betrayed the Agarphe family and sided with the church!'
Voltaire hated Archbishop Archibald as much as he hated Doban.
But what about Archibald?
'That Archibald, I hear he's become an abandoned pawn of His Holiness the Pope? The story of Archibald's humiliation in Barakhan is all over the place!'
Agarphe and Archibald.
These two families were now destined to fade into the history of the old era.
At least, that's what Rush Voltaire believed, and he was certain that his Voltaire family would fill the void.
In fact, things were proceeding smoothly in that direction.
'Viscount Voltaire, Count Voltaire, Marquis Voltaire, no, maybe even King Voltaire! Well, the throne of the kingdom is vacant anyway, isn't it? Who says I can't sit there… !?'

Rush Voltaire chuckled at the thought.
Just then, he heard a strange sound.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA─!!!!!!!!"
It was a scream, someone yelling at the top of their lungs.
It sounded like a wail, and also like a roar of rage.
The strange thing was that this yell continued endlessly.
10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, 40 seconds, 50 seconds-.
It was impossible for a human to scream endlessly without taking a breath, with such lung capacity.
"Wh-what's that sound?"
"I don't know-."
"Who would wail like this on a wedding day-."
The guests in the garden were bewildered.
And they finally spotted something on the roof of the mansion.
'Wh-what is that-.'
It was a man in a bright red robe.
He was wearing a strange mask, but that didn't matter.
His lower body-.
It was swollen and erect to an unprecedented size.
"Kyaaaaaa!"
"A-a beast…!"
The women instinctively screamed and started to panic.
Voltaire felt dizzy from this sudden commotion, but all he could think about was somehow making this wedding a success.
"Who are you! Who are you!"
"My name is Lust! Voltaire, you bastard, you had a wedding and didn't invite me, Lust! I, Lust, will punish you for this─!"
The stranger, who identified himself as Lust, grabbed a wad of paper from his pocket and threw it with all his might towards the crowd.
"Behold Lust's masterpiece! Hahaha, the title of this work is 'The Non-Virgin'!"
The people who caught the fluttering papers were shocked by what was written on them.
The most surprised person by the contents of the paper was the groom, Aaron Orleans.
"…What? The bride, Cathy Voltaire's, pussy is like a public well? Many men have already been in and out of it, and she's even had an abortion?"
It was a vulgar and obscene story about the woman 'Cathy' having casual relationships with various men before her marriage.
Who would dare write and spread such a horrible story, a story about the woman who was supposed to become the bride of a prestigious Count family?
"Cathy! Is what's written here true? Didn't you say you've never held a man's hand other than mine? Surely, this is a lie, right?"
Cathy Voltaire.
She also felt dizzy as she read the words on the paper.
"This can't be true! Father! What are you doing! Quickly chase away those beasts! What is going on at my wedding! Father!"
At his daughter's call, Voltaire snapped out of it.
It was at that very moment.
Whoosh-
Along with a hot surge, flames erupted in the mansion.
The mansion was on fire.
"F-fire!"
"Fire!"
The flames spread rapidly.
Amidst the intense heat and black smoke, Lust, the beast, raised his hands high and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, I love setting things on fire the most! And what I love the most is the flames between a man and a woman! Cathy! You're not going to pretend you don't remember last night, are you!"
"Last night! What are you talking about…!"
Cathy, the woman with her brown hair tied in a bun, shouted angrily.
Lust raised his index finger and made a gesture of repeatedly thrusting it into a circle formed by his other hand. As everyone's eyes were drawn to the blatant gesture, Lust drove the point home.
"Cathy, the moans you let out when you were crushed under my huge cock are still vivid in my ears! You weren't a virgin in the first place! Were you? You lewd non-virgin!"
"N-non-virgin-."
Cathy was extremely flustered.
'No! I'm a virgin! I did it with Tachanka with my butt! From behind! So I'm still a pure virgin!'
Cathy reassured herself.
However, perhaps due to Lust's accusations, Cathy started feeling a strong sense of 'guilt' and 'sin' in her heart, and her hands and feet trembled in panic.
Seeing this, Aaron of the Orleans Count family shouted even louder.
"Cathy! What is the meaning of this!"
"I-I'm a virgin! I'm a virgin purer than anyone else! Orleans, you don't believe the words of that ignorant pervert more than mine, do you? I'm a virgin, cleaner than anyone else!"
Cathy appealed to his emotions with tears in her eyes.
However, Lust scoffed at her plea.
"There's no way a pure virgin exists in this world! The only virgin is Psyche…! Every woman except Psyche is a non-virgin…! But, if you're going to lie like that…."
Lust raised his index finger.
He pointed at Cathy with his hand.
"I'll curse you with the curse of the non-virgin. Cathy, if you're truly a virgin with a spotless heart, it won't matter. But if you're a non-virgin, your body will be covered in severe rashes and blisters…!"
Swish-
Lust exaggeratedly waved his hand in his robe as he spoke.
Among the books I read about the Voltaire family in the Agarphe mansion, there was an interesting part about their grandfather dying from coughing, rashes, and pain after eating a peanut salad.
From my perspective, it was an allergic reaction, but the church at the time declared it a 'divine punishment'.
Well, people only learned about peanut allergies in the 20th century.
What would the people of this world know about allergies?
So, I used the peanut oil I took from the Voltaire mansion's kitchen to set the kitchen on fire and then sprayed the oil with all my might into the garden with the gesture I just made.
I also smeared it all over the papers I scattered in the air.
Allergies are hereditary.
Lady Cathy Voltaire would surely have a peanut allergy too.
"Ugh, agh- uhh-."
Indeed, Cathy Voltaire started complaining of pain and itching, just as I had cursed her.
Cathy started scratching her skin with her fingernails.
I shouted at her,
"Hahaha! You're a lewd non-virgin! You public well cunt! As a non-virgin, you will suffer from extreme itching until the moment you die a painful death!"