The Heroines All Want to Kill Me

"Li, like this should... be okay, right...?"

"No, start over from the beginning."

"But, but... This is already the fifth time..."

After making Perosh wear the maid outfit and clean the church for three hours, she began to plead with sobs.

"Please... My arms are about to break... Please..."

- Frey, I want to cooperate with you to destroy and kill you!

"Ugh..."

I looked at her quietly, gently touched the brooch, and played the recording of her words from before. After hearing the recording, she gritted her teeth and picked up the broom again.

"...It hurts!"

But for some reason, she screamed and threw away the broom, looking down at her hand, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Ah, it hurts so much..."

Her soft hands, which had always been protected by the order and had never done any rough work, were now covered with scars and bleeding.

- Rustle...

Perosh looked down at her pitiful hands, secretly glanced at me, and carefully tried to gather divine power in her hands...

"...Don't heal it."

"Huh?"

"Don't heal it. Clean like this."

"...Woo."

Hearing my cold voice, she trembled and tightened her grip on the broom again. I watched her for a while, got up from the upper seat where I was sitting, and walked towards her.

"...Can you hold it so loosely?"

"P, please wait a moment... It hurts so much that..."

"You should hold it tightly like this, right?"

"Ah..."

I walked up to her, grabbed her hand with a cold face, and pressed it onto the broom. The Saintess let out a scream and loosened the broom again.

"...Pick it up."

"Yes, I was wrong... Please forgive me..."

Facing the continuous harsh treatment, Perosh knelt down and begged for mercy. I coldly pointed at her hand and asked.

"...When did I say you could heal the wound?"

"S, sorry... Because it hurt so much..."

I frowned and looked at her hand, which was already perfectly healed, picked up the broom, and handed it to her, saying,

"Is that so? Then keep cleaning until your hands are chafed again."

"Woo..."

Seeing me say this indifferently, the Saintess sobbed and started cleaning the church again. After a long time passed like this, I noticed that the sun was gradually setting, so I got up and said to her,

"...It's time to stop."

"Woo... Woo..."

I walked closer to check on her. Sure enough, her hands were intact, without even a scratch.

"...What are you up to?"

"Sorry..."

When I asked coldly, the Saintess lowered her head and mumbled. I gently stroked her head and said in a low voice,

"Is it that hard...?"

"Y, yes... Woo..."

"...Then do you want to do something else in the future?"

"U, what?"

When she asked hopefully, I smiled and replied,

"...A simple job of just holding me at night. How about it?"

"....!"

The Saintess who heard that sentence immediately looked at me with a disgusted expression and said,

"...I'll clean."

"Clean where? The church? Cleaning the church won't do me any good."

"Clean your room..."

- Slap!!

"...I'll clean the master's room."

"Good, very good."

After being slapped by me, the Saintess changed her address to "master" and staggered towards the cleaning tool cabinet.

"From now on, you have to clean my room every night. Not a single day less, or you'll be in trouble."

"...Yes."

"Also, if you want, you can come and serve me at night..."

"Stop it."

"Hmm?"

"P, please stop talking..."

Perosh listened silently to my taunting words. When she was about to put the broom back in the tool cabinet and change clothes, she suddenly interrupted me, looked at me with disgusted eyes, and started to say,

"Please... Don't say such disgusting things to me with that face..."

"...Disgusting things?"

"Before I received the prophecy and became a Saintess... The words and smile you gave me... What were they exactly...?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I tried to play dumb and change the subject. The Saintess's face immediately turned cold, and she continued,

"Hmph... I see. You don't even remember that time at all."

"...What?"

"Even if you do remember... It was just for an orphan on the street... Not out of sympathy or pity, but out of a sense of superiority, right?"

"What on earth have you been talking about since just now?"

"...That's enough. My expectations of you end completely today."

After saying this, Perosh closed the toolbox, stared at me coldly, and said,

"I once thought that perhaps I could make you repent. And when the moment came when I had to kill you to stop you from destroying the empire... I also thought I would feel guilty."

"...So?"

"But even a stupid person like me finally understands at this point that all those thoughts were wrong."

"...So, what do you want to say?"

"You're a monster, Mr. Frey."

Perosh looked at me with eyes full of hatred. After saying this, she turned around and walked towards the exit of the church. But then she suddenly glanced back at me and said,

"...From now on, I'll do whatever you ask. So, please don't make that recording public."

"Then, will you also help with what I mentioned at night?"

"...Rather than help you, I'd rather end my own life."

Leaving these words behind, the Saintess staggered out of the church and started walking on the streets at night.

"Just in case, I'll remind you... My eyes and ears are everywhere. Don't get any funny ideas."

I said to her in a cold voice.

"...Even Kanria knows about your organization. It shows that the news has spread widely enough."

".....!!!"

Hearing this, Perosh stopped in her tracks, trembled all over, then slumped her shoulders and disappeared into the darkness. I watched her leave for a while, then used the information - search skill, brought up the system window, and let out a long sigh.

[Perosh Astrad's current emotions: Anger / Disgust / Nausea / Disappointment / Sadness]

"...Thank goodness."

A few days ago, I was really curious about Perosh's mental state, who had always wanted to kill me, so I used the information - detection skill. At that time, instead of disgust, there was worry in her emotions; instead of nausea, there was guilt. That's right, this overly kind Saintess, like Isolte, is still worried about me to this day.

This means that even though she clearly knows that I will become the villain who destroys the empire, and even when she tries to kill me... She is still worried about me and feels guilty. Although it sounds absurd to worry about someone who wants to kill oneself, if you understand the teachings of the Sun God Order, you can fully understand it.

According to the teachings of the Sun God Order, after death, the soul goes to the underworld for judgment. The principle of judgment is simple: the good go to heaven, and the evil go to hell... But occasionally, there are extremely heinous people who will be thrown into the devil's hell - purgatory, to suffer forever. Incidentally, this teaching is also mentioned in the "game settings" of the prophecy book. So, it's very likely to be true.

Anyway, Perosh firmly believes in this. She knew my kind side because of the fate in childhood, so she has always been worried that I will fall into purgatory. Seriously, in terms of character, she is really an amazing girl.

'... Doing such cruel things to such a kind - hearted child, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well tonight.'

But I had to forcefully eliminate her worry and guilt. Because in the upcoming events, all those who care about me will suffer great harm. Therefore, today, when a great opportunity came, I made her completely give up on me by treating Perosh cruelly and using extremely disgusting words that she hated.

Of course, Perosh has witnessed my such appearance many times in the previous timeline... But it was the first time to be the target of such behavior, and presumably, she was greatly shocked. To keep her shocked, I must constantly torture her, stimulate her with the foul language she hates the most, so that she can no longer have any concern for me.

If I can make the Saintess completely hate me... Next, I should focus on Isolte and make her also dislike me. Of course, it would be better if we could do it simultaneously... But I always need to take a breather.

Speaking of which, for some reason, Kanria seems to have started to worry about me... But she is a dark mage, and the upcoming events have no impact on her. That's something to be rejoice about.

[Obtained 600 Evil Deed Points! (Once a kind - hearted person gets angry, they are scarier than anyone else)]

"...Sigh."

Thinking like this, I weakly pushed away the evil - point window that emerged in front of me, then slumped down on the floor of the church and looked up at the main seat where Perosh had sat when I first came here.

"Why did you design the world like this...?"

On that main seat, the emblem of the Sun God was emblazoned.

"...Can't you just throw a fire pillar at the Demon King like in the legends? Throwing a fire pillar won't cause any loss."

I stared at the emblem of the Sun God and grumbled for a while, then stood up with a detached expression.

"...Will I go to heaven or hell after I die?"

I muttered the proposition that had always made me extremely curious, trying my best not to think about Perosh's painful appearance because of me, and slowly walked out of the church.

Today, I have to drink some wine again.

.....

"Master, I'm a little late..."

"Ah... Kanria... Hello..."

Kanria practiced dark magic in a secluded place and didn't return to the dormitory until late at night. When she saw the scene in the dormitory, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"...What's all this? Master?"

"What else could it be... Wine, of course..."

There were many wine bottles scattered around the desk where Frey was sitting.

"...Do you want a drink too?"

Among those wine bottles, Frey looked at Kanria with a dazed look and said.

Kanria slightly frowned and asked, "Did you drink all this wine by yourself?"

"...Yes."

"You don't hold your liquor well. How could you drink so much..."

"...Kanria."

Frey showed an embarrassed smile, and while tidying up the wine bottles around him, he walked towards the desk and said to Kanria,

"...I can hold my liquor very well."

"Ah?"

Kanria looked at Frey in disbelief. After all, he usually gets dizzy after drinking less than half a bottle of wine. She thought it was just his drunken babbling. Just as she was about to tidy up the table, she heard him continue,

"Because my mental power is very high, no matter how much I drink, I won't get drunk."

"...Oh."

After a while, Frey let out a long sigh and said in a desolate voice. The other person showed an understanding look and sat down opposite him.

"So, you've been faking being drunk all this time?"

"...Yes. Faking being drunk and acting crazy is a shortcut to making people dislike you."

Frey said as he picked up the wine bottle next to him and gulped it down.

"...Drinking like this will ruin your health."

"It's already almost ruined. A little more won't matter."

"But your health..."

"It's all meaningless. I have to drink to my heart's content before I die."

"..."

Kanria looked at Frey with worried eyes. She wanted to dissuade him, but when she heard his tone as if he had seen through everything, she was momentarily speechless and lowered her head.

"...I'll drink with you too."

"...What?"

Kanria lowered her head and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, she raised her head and announced that she would drink with Frey. Frey looked at her in surprise.

"...Can you hold your liquor?"

"...Pretty well."

"I didn't know that. Then have a drink."

"...Okay."

Just like that, Frey and Kanria started pouring wine for each other. For a while, only the sound of sipping could be heard in the dormitory.

.....

"...It seems this wine is really strong."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Before they knew it, the smell of alcohol filled the whole room, but the two didn't show any sign of stopping drinking. This was because Frey's mental - power value was at the highest level in the world, and Kanria had a constitution that could absorb most of the adverse effects of alcohol with dark magic.

"...Kanria, can I complain a bit?"

"...Go ahead."

Unlike Kanria, who was completely unaffected by alcohol, Frey was already a little drunk. He opened his mouth with blurred eyes,

"...I don't want to be a Brave anymore."

"Then don't be one."

"...What?"

Seeing Kanria echo his complaint, Frey sobered up a lot and raised his voice.

"That won't do...!"

"Why not?"

"If I give up, the Demon King will destroy the world..."

"Not rule, but destroy?"

"Exactly, that damned woman... She doesn't want to rule the world but burn everything to ashes! Really... What on earth does she want..."

Just like that, Frey started to chatter and complain about the Demon King. Kanria watched quietly for a while and finally asked,

"Then, why did you say you wanted to give up the identity of a Brave just now?"

"...Ah, that?"

Frey, who was in the middle of complaining about the Demon King, opened another bottle of wine and mumbled while pouring it into the glass,

"...I'm too tired."

"...I see."

A brief silence flowed between the two.

"...When I used to drink like this before, Serena would always pat my back."

"Yeah, I remember that too."

Frey, who finally broke the silence, took a sip of wine and said,

"I misbehaved like that... But Serena was still always worried about me."

"After all, she was your fiancée."

"...However, since that has happened... You won't worry about me anymore, right?"

"...Yes."

Kanria subconsciously echoed, then reacted and looked at Frey's face in a panic.

"...Kanria, how much do you know?"

"...What?"

Then, Frey stared at Kanria like this with sharp eyes and started to ask,

"Your attitude towards me... Frequent outings recently... Rye bread with butter spread on it... Considering all these, there's only one conclusion."

"....""You've already noticed a lot about me. Although I don't know how you found out."

"...."

Seeing Kanria remain silent, Frey quietly poured wine into the glass and continued,

"...When I went to the training ground in the morning, I found that your dark - magic aura was still there. You seemed to have tried hard to erase the traces... But the aura was too familiar, and I recognized it at a glance."

"...I see."

"You've been training in preparation for the upcoming 'Attack on the Commoner Dormitory Incident', right?"

Hearing this, Kanria nodded slightly. Frey then asked with a smile again,

"Just as I thought. Then... How much do you actually know? Can you tell me?"

Hearing Frey's question, Kanria hesitated for a moment and then spoke softly,

"...Everything."

"...Really."

The two clinked their glasses silently. Kanria forced a calm expression and downed the wine in one gulp.

"...Master?"

However, Frey was holding the wine glass, looking at her with blurred eyes.

"...Kanria, do you know what tendency of yours I saw with my ability?"

"...What is it?"

After a while, Frey put the wine glass on the table and started to say in a low voice,

"...Confidant."

"..."

After saying this, Frey stood up, stretched out his hand to Kanria, and said,

"...Please take care of me in the future, Kanria."

"...The same to you."

Kanria gently held his hand, stood up, showed a sad smile, and replied.

Kanria watched him for a while, then tilted her head and asked,

"...But, why did you suddenly stand up?"

"...I have to infuse you with life - force before going to bed."

"Aren't you going to continue drinking?"

"...Drinking not only doesn't make me feel better but also makes me more melancholy."

After saying this, Frey gently held Kanria's hand and walked towards the bed.

"...Then, I'll trouble you again today."

Just like that, Kanria quietly brought his hand to her chest...

"...But thinking about it carefully."

"...Hm?"

"It should be better to infuse the life - force from the back. There are breasts in the way in the front, which is not very convenient."

"...I see."

Hearing this, Kanria was stunned for a moment, stared at Frey for a while, then nodded in understanding.

"Then, I'm going to start the infusion."

"...Okay."

Soon, as usual, Frey's life - force began to merge into Kanria's body.

"...."

Kanria showed a somewhat regretful expression, lowered her head, then noticed the cat doll on Frey's bedside, and the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, showing a smile. Her confidant had finally shown his true colors.

.....

"Although Irina told me not to meddle..."

At the same time... In the commoner dormitory,

"...Sure enough, I have to find a way to help."

Ariana, Irina's childhood friend, was staring at the magic scroll she bought with a month's tuition, swallowing hard.