Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Asura Field
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As Violet awoke from oblivion, the first memory that came to mind was from an incredibly painful time.
It hadn't been long since Violet herself had gained an overwhelming power beyond her station when one of the Demon King's Army executives led his legion across the barrier, sparking a massive war.
As the kingdom and empire's main forces were worn down by the endless horde of corpses and the archlich's powerful curses commanding them, the academy's Gold Class students were forcibly thrown into the battlefield.
The problem was that rumors had spread of Violet being the first witch to contract with Hell's Lord 'Mephistopheles,' placing enormous expectations on her from countless people.
Against an undead legion whose only advantages were endless numbers and unrelenting marches—no matter how many you killed, they kept coming—a mage's spells inevitably reached their limits.
Even grand archmages called pillars of the era, or the kingdom's warrior orders that felled monsters single-handedly, would wear down in body and mind without sleep or food.
But a witch was different.
Unlike mages, witches could wield the authority of contracts, unleashing their contractor's power endlessly within set limits without tiring themselves.
To say nothing of if it wasn't some common imp demon like those handled by ordinary witches, but a lord of hell?
Ending the war wasn't even the issue. Many believed she could inflict irreparable damage on the existences beyond that barrier.
When even Crown Prince Richard and Giant Slayer Marianne said they had expectations for her, on the night before her first deployment to the front lines, Violet huddled alone in a dark tent without even a lamp, chewing over the pressure until she broke down crying.
Her closest peers, Jorba and Shaomei, had been ordered to defend their homeland in the island nation, so they weren't by her side.
Kaiyen Silversword always wore a stoic face, listening only to Arthin's words. She wasn't even sure if he shared any closeness with her to begin with.
The only remaining shallow connection, Arthin Ludwig, was constantly surrounded by people.
Having traveled with Kaiyen early on and resolved countless dangers in advance, he'd gained fame equal to the hero-titled Kaiyen and was now called the Hero's Sage.
Even today, after Arthin was summoned to the command post, she'd peeked around several times just to catch a glimpse of his face, but the burdensome stares from others who recognized her kept her from approaching.
Should she just say she couldn't do it now?
That her contract with the lord of hell was just luck from using an artifact held by one of the Demon King's executives, and even that was only thanks to Arthin's help—she had no confidence in controlling that power?
Ordinary witches who couldn't handle their contractor's power got called half-wits, but for a hell lord, they might understand if she said it was too hard to control.
But Violet was terrified of the gazes that would follow afterward.
The moment she imagined the lifelong expectations turning to disappointment, nausea surged again, and she dry-heaved into the jar beside her.
"Why do I have to fight in a place like this...? All I wanted was Grandma's praise..."
They said the lineage of the great archwitch had awakened in Violet's generation, but unfortunately, her personality was that of an utterly ordinary girl.
For her, the war against the Demon King's Army was far too frightening and heavy. She was someone who didn't belong on the battlefield.
"I hate it... I want to go home... I can't go back... That's a stupid thought... I can't run away..."
But she couldn't run. So in this dark tent, Violet was killing herself.
Killing her emotions, her fear, her sorrow, denying her own personality to fit herself into the act of war.
If no one had come by morning that day, Violet would have lost her humanity.
On that day, when Violet attempted personality suicide.
Her savior approached the tent where she was alone.
"Hiding away and crying alone again, Violet?"
At the sudden voice, Violet hurriedly lifted her head, but tears blurred her vision, making it hard to see.
But the voice was warm and familiar.
She knew who it belonged to without seeing—the one who always cheered her on and understood her.
"Arthin... I..."
Violet couldn't hold back the emotions surging in her cooling chest, her eyes welling up again.
Wiping her tears, Arthin extended a hand to the huddled Violet in the corner.
"Don't cry, you idiot. I've told you a million times, you're prettiest when you smile."
When she'd hidden away crying as a child, Mom always found her and hugged her tight.
After Mom died, no one came when she hid and cried alone.
Not until Arthin appeared in her life.
"Get up. Staying curled up like this alone will just make you pathetic."
He always reached out to her with a bright smile.
Seeing that smile, she couldn't help leaning on the man before her.
"Come on, Violet. I'll help you."
Violet nodded unconsciously and followed Arthin with a radiant smile.
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"....."
Her reunion with Arthin was the worst.
Violet's eyes widened in horror at the sight of naked Arthin lying on the bed, suckling Lin Shaomei's breast.
Touching the sticky fluid staining her right cheek, a night-flower scent clung to her fingers.
This had to be a nightmare.
Her closest little sister and the man she liked rolling around naked?
Violet still couldn't believe that thing in Shaomei's hand was Arthin's manhood.
"...Oh my, our relationship's been discovered, Big Brother."
Seeing Violet stand there slack-jawed, Shaomei hid her embarrassment with a triumphant smile.
She'd meant to take his seed herself before Violet arrived, but this was a success in its own way.
She could confidently claim she was the first to do naughty things with Big Brother Arthin.
Full of confidence from that, Shaomei stroked Arthin's head boastfully but sensed something off.
"...B-Big Brother?"
Arthin's eyes had clearly lost their spark, drowned in despair.
Shaomei had seen those eyes many times in her previous life.
They resembled the gazes of those whose minds had broken under evil black mages or the Demon King's Army.
"Big Brother? Big Brother?? "
Pulling her breast from his mouth and shaking his head desperately yielded no return of life to his unfocused eyes.
Unfortunately, Shaomei—in her momentary panic from being caught by her best friend and some uncle in a nursing handjob play—hadn't predicted the social murder and ensuing panic Arthin would suffer.
"Ha... What the hell are you students doing?!"
The dorm supervisor, unable to stomach the insane scene, snapped to his senses and bellowed.
Snapped awake by his shout, Violet's mind raced.
She didn't fully grasp the situation, but leaving the supervisor as is would surely get Arthin and Shaomei expelled.
And forcing a marriage on Arthin under the pretext of responsibility was obvious.
"M-Memory Wipe!"
"Gaaah?!"
The supervisor marching in struck the back of his head with magic, collapsing unconscious.
"..."
"Big Brother? Big Brother?? Snap out of it, Big Brother!"
"Hey, what's going on over there?"
"Didn't you hear the dorm supervisor?"
"Huh? Isn't that Purplecrow?"
The supervisor was out cold from her spell, and students who'd heard his shout whispered curiously.
Bam!
Violet entered first and locked the door.
Glaring at the culprit Shaomei, she demanded answers.
"What the hell is this, Shaomei?"
"What do you mean...? I was just having a sweet time with Big Brother..."
"Liar! Seducing innocent Arthin into this pervy... pervy stuff!"
"It's true! Big Brother enjoyed it too!"
"Liar! Even when he dated Agnes, he never did anything this shameful!"
Shaomei bit her lip. It was true.
But she couldn't lose this argument. Having claimed Arthin Big Brother's first release, she firmly believed their bond was solid.
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I must've had some nightmare.
Being forcibly latched onto Lin Shaomei for a breastfeeding handjob play?
What an absurd dream.
'Phew, if it were real, I'd kill myself.'
As I thought that, the surroundings grew noisy.
What? Friends partying in the next room?
"Sure, I started it, but Big Brother liked it too! That's why he came, right?"
"You're saying the funniest crap. So, by that logic, rape is pure love?"
Something's off.
Opening my eyes, I saw Shaomei and Violet arguing in my room.
My body felt chilly, so I looked down—naked. The dorm supervisor lay on the floor, back of his head exposed.
'Weird. It feels like that scene was real.'
That thought hit me.
What if I'm not hallucinating?
What if I really got force-fed a breastfeeding handjob? What if this is actually ruining my life?
In 0.2 seconds, assuming the worst, I grasped the situation and acted.
First, I grabbed my clothes—presumably stripped by Shaomei—from beside the bed and dressed.
"Rape?! I just relieved Big Brother's urges since he couldn't move!"
"Forcing yourself on someone who can't move is sexual assault! I can't believe... Arthin?"
"Huh, Big Brother?"
As I finished dressing, Violet and Shaomei noticed I was awake and turned to me.
But I'd already steeled my resolve.
"Fuck, this regression is ruined!! One-Chance Dive!!!"
Exploding the mana I'd barely recovered, I hurled myself at the window.
Crash!!!
"Big Brother!!!"
"Arthin!!!"
The window shattered, and their cries rang out.
But it didn't matter anymore.
I was ending this life and heading to the next.
Free from the pressure of cleaning up this madness, I smiled faintly.
Splat—
My body plummeted and hit the ground.
A warm death without pain, like being cradled.
Compared to torture or blades, far too comfortable.
Squish!
'...?'
Something felt off on my arms. Too soft and warm for dirt.
Like human body heat?
Squish! Squish!
This perfect handful size, texture that never tires no matter how much you knead... something's wrong.
Come to think of it, could a fall go splat?
I realized something was deeply amiss and slowly opened my eyes.
My body wasn't sprawled on the ground.
Instead, I was princess-carried in someone's arms, kneading their breasts to my heart's content.
"A... Arthin Ludwig? What are you doing right now?"
Looking up, Imperial Princess Agnes stared down at me, face beet red.
'What a shitty life.'
Even suicide won't go my way.