Chapter 628
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 628
Chapter Title: My Lord (1)
I needed points, sure...
But that didn't mean points were my absolute top priority.
The ideal NTR was one where I raked in points and had a blast doing it.
With two hares in sight, I checked out the challenge tasks. And I found one that looked pretty damn intriguing: Challenge Task: NTR as a Tyrant. The description said I had to become a 100% pure villain—no shred of mercy allowed...
Hmm, now that's right up my alley.
I could already see the strategy unfolding.
To nail an NTR as a 100% pure villain, I needed to hold an absolutely dominant position. To crush any thought of resistance, I required overwhelming power. That's why I picked a tyrant lord infamous in the isekai world. In an unfamiliar world far from Earth, getting on the wrong side of a nasty lord like that... well, it'd put all kinds of pressure on you.
Aiming for the gap that creates—that was the strategy for this NTR.
Jillian Kruger, the worst lord in Homeln's history.
Some called him a true knight... but even they shook their heads once they learned his true nature. Handsome face, top-tier swordsmanship... but a personality like a rabid dog. The young lord was kicking up a storm from morning, making old butler Kopen sigh. There wasn't a quiet day in this damn fiefdom.
"My lord, what is it this time?"
"Kopen! We're marching out!"
"...M-March out?! You don't mean war, do you?!"
"Hah? What the hell are you talking about, Kopen!"
"...Ahem, if not that, then why..."
"I received an oracle!"
"Whaaat?!"
"Kopen! Didn't you hear me?! I said I received an oracle!"
"What nonsense is that, my lord!"
"It's not nonsense—it's an oracle!"
-Thwack!
Calling it nonsense was Kopen's mistake.
But bringing up an oracle out of nowhere was a problem too.
The capital was already watching him closely... and now he was impersonating a god like bait? This young lord had finally lost it for good! Kopen, beaten the moment they met, was bleeding from his nose. But he felt no pain right now. How do I smooth this over? The old but capable butler racked his brains.
"Arsen Cathedral, Kopen!"
"Su... surely not treason?!"
-Thwack!
"I said it's an oracle, not treason?! I got an oracle that suspicious figures will appear in the back alley of Arsen Cathedral. Assemble the soldiers at once. That's an order from your lord!"
"B-But... that could lead to needless misunderstandings!"
"Misunderstandings? Hahaha! If they're truly faithful, they'd have gotten the oracle too!"
"But..."
"Kopen! You planning to defy my orders?!"
"...I'll prepare right away."
Marching on the cathedral with soldiers?!
Hah, hahaha... Fine, we're all dying together!
Attacking a cathedral in the holy nation of Yurnel was treason.
But with Homeln's power... treason was impossible, obviously.
Hundreds of soldiers lost to repeated monster waves. And now attacking the cathedral? Even if the lord was anti-church, it was reckless. But a butler had to obey his master's orders. Old, capable, and a former knight captain, Kopen assembled the troops. If it was treason, he'd make damn sure it succeeded.
-Waaah!
"Wh-What is the meaning of this, Lord Kruger?! Dreaming of treason?!"
"It's not treason—it's an oracle!"
"What oracle incites treason?!"
"I said it's not treason! Hah... This world's full of idiots."
"Idiots?! Blasphemy right now?!"
"Not blasphemy—it's an oracle... Enough talk."
"Ar... are you really committing treason?!"
"First squad, shields up! Two... no, three targets. No slacking even if few. Second squad! Javelins ready! Never drop your guard!"
"Hah, that's an empty lot... Oh? Ooooh?!"
But what the hell was this?
Did he really get an oracle?
People suddenly appeared in the empty back alley of the cathedral.
One man, two women. Definitely not monsters... but their clothes and skin didn't look Yurnel natives. Yurnel had no black hair. Foreigners then? Spies? Demon King's agents? Either way, they were 'suspicious figures.'
Each holding a weapon was proof.
"My lord, the oracle was real..."
-Thwack!
"Kopen, enough nonsense. Prepare to capture."
"...You're using my words against me."
-Whoosh!
"Kopen! A knight doesn't dodge!"
"Hahaha, sorry, but I'm a butler now."
"Dodge once more, and I'll reveal you have a saintess figurine in your bedroom."
"...Haven't you already?"
"Hahaha, sorry, but I'm a villain right now."
"No need for 'right now'..."
If the oracle was real, no punishment to fear.
Kopen gripped his greatsword on command.
"Wh-What?! You said no one would know!"
"Is this the tutorial too?"
"...A-Anyway! We can't just take this! Both of you, get ready—Urk?!"
-Clang!
-Srrrk
"Move and you're dead."
Luckily, the three seemed surprisingly weak.
But no complacency, as the lord said.
"We're not suspicious!"
"Yeah, please spare us!"
"...Damn it."
First squad surrounded them with shields. Second squad aimed javelins nearby. No escape for the three outsiders. Confident in victory, Kopen called his lord. Without the oracle, no one could've known. This cleared the lord's suspicions. Jillian Kruger was faithful enough for oracles.
"Sir Dailun, I'll take them for interrogation."
As expected, the cathedral folk couldn't argue with the lord.
Kopen sighed in relief and returned.
-Thwack!
"...My lord?"
"Praise."
Praise? Kopen shut up.
Being dragged to another world out of nowhere was infuriating enough... but Min Siwoo and the two women had to tackle a life-or-death tutorial too. Relentless hellhound packs, tenacious goblin swarms. Trials no ordinary folk could survive.
But gaining 'jobs' and 'abilities,' they were far from ordinary.
Min Siwoo, disciple of the Sword Saint; Iara, firepower-mad mage; and Sarang, a healer through prayer alone, no baptism needed. Together since the first tutorial, they survived to the very end.
And that end made them part of the Arken continent.
"So that's what the tutorial was."
"...Can't we go back to Earth?"
"Still better than staying here forever!"
The end-notification: Gather with who you want and shout 'transfer.'
Sudden moves disrupt the continent, so a chance to blend with locals, said the nameless god. Siwoo and the two trusted it. No reason to lie now.
-Clang!
-Srrrk
"Move and you're dead."
But the world wasn't so kind.
They transferred straight into a cell.
"What is this... You said no one would know!"
"...Sigh, yeah."
At least no instant execution... but the situation sucked. Dank cell, no sink or toilet. Manacles sealed mana. Escape impossible. Despairing and cursing the god... the culprit appeared: Homeln's lord.
"...Divine power indeed."
"See?! God sent us!"
"But feeling it doesn't mean I trust you."
"Then what makes you believe us?!"
"My secretary spot's open."
"...Secretary?"
"Both look tasty. Either works."
"Eek..."
"...What do you mean?"
"I'll test you myself. See if you're trustworthy... up close, with my own eyes. If you're true apostles from another world... you'd follow a faithful oracle-hearer like me without resistance."
"F-Follow?!"
"Something like this..."
"Kyaa?!"
"And this."
"...Urk."
The lord groped Iara and Sarang's breasts in the cell. Min Siwoo could only watch. Closer than friends after the tutorial... but now, he was powerless.
"Damn it..."
Amusing sight, the lord laughed.
He approached Min Siwoo with a proposal.
"Relax. I only need one."
"...What?"
"So I'll let you choose."
"Wh-What are you..."
"Literal. You pick. Short-hair girl? Big-tits girl? Don't care. You choose—with your own hands. Well, who're you sending me?"
"...Me, choose?"
"P.S. Choose none, both get hell."
"...You mad bastard!"
"Ha, hahaha! Nice compliment."
Devil's temptation.
Save one, lose the other. Hesitate? Lose both. Min Siwoo agonized. Prickly but kind-hearted Iara; mature-looking Sarang with inner scars. He pointed.
"A... As expected... Sarang over me."
"...A-ra."
"H-Ha... Knew it..."
Min Siwoo's choice: Sarang.
Meaning send Iara to the lord.
"Hahaha! We synced!"
"...Huh?"
"Kyaa?!"
The lord's choice: Sarang too.
"The choice was a joke. Truth is, I preferred her. Both cute, but women need tits, right? Ha, hahaha!"
"W-Wait! Kyaa! Don't!"
The lord left with Sarang.
The already cold cell grew icier.