Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Let's Do Well From Behind (2)
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Here was a group of prisoners.
"Damn it, Jay! If you hadn't triggered that trap!"
"Shut up, Andy! You're the one who suggested we take that path in the first place!"
Stripped of all their gear and forced into prisoner garb, their hands bound in mana-suppressing cuffs, seven men crammed into a cramped cell like pigs in a sty, snarling at one another.
"Everyone, calm down. We still have a way to survive."
The burliest of the men, Kite, spoke up quietly.
"We came here as a rescue team on orders from Baron Gilbert. The enemy far exceeded our expectations in strength, but they captured us alive and took us prisoner."
"That's all just so they can kill us...!"
"No."
At Kite's firm tone, everyone gulped and leaned in.
"They don't intend to kill us."
"Then...?"
"...At the very least, they're not killing us right away. Even if some die, a few might make it out alive."
At Kite's grim—or perhaps hopeful—words, the adventurers began eyeing one another warily.
Someone has to die.
So, who?
"What matters is which legion this place belongs to. One thing's for sure—it's not that one."
"You mean the Demon King's four legions?"
"Yeah. Definitely not the Beast Legion. If it were, we'd have been tossed to the giant beasts as food by now."
The Beast Legion doesn't take prisoners.
They don't bother dressing their prey in prisoner rags.
They just strip off the armor like scales from a fish and throw them into the beast pens for easy eating.
"Then... the Necro Legion?"
"Not them either. We'd be skeleton soldiers by now."
"......Hoping for the Demonkin Legion?"
The youngest, Jayden, swallowed hard as he spoke.
"If it's the Demonkin Legion, at least we could survive as slaves, right?"
"Living as slaves to the Demon King's demons? Damn it. That's blasphemy against the Goddess."
"What about the Vampire Legion? No, that's pointless too."
Jay clawed at his hair.
"If it's the Vampire Legion, we're tied to an altar, limbs bound, hearts ripped out... Ugh...!"
"Everyone, steel your hearts."
Kite clasped his hands together.
"We're adventurers, but servants of the Goddess above all. Whatever end we meet, let's die with our human dignity intact."
"Ugh, ugh..."
"May the Goddess embrace us."
As Kite prayed, the other adventurers slowly clasped their hands and joined in.
"Hey, boss."
"Yeah. What is it?"
"Your wife..."
"......"
Kite, eyes shut in prayer, suddenly scowled at Jay's words.
"......Gentia's fine. Even if she dies, she'll keep her human dignity—"
Thud. Thud.
Footsteps echoed from outside the cell.
The leisurely pace was utterly at odds with prison sounds, silencing every adventurer.
Thud. Thud.
The steps halted.
A figure in a black suit and shoes stopped before the bars.
"You..."
"Is this the latest 'offering'?"
"Yes, Trainer."
Accompanied by a pink-haired succubus secretary, the figure spoke in a man's voice but wore a helmet obscuring his face.
"You—!!"
It was a helmet from the Gilbert knight order.
Spotting it, Kite sprang up and lunged at the bars.
"What have you done with Sir Jake?!"
Though slightly dented, the face-concealing helmet was unmistakably Jake's, the bastard son of the Gilbert Baron.
"What have we done with Jake, you ask?"
The man spread his arms and chuckled.
"I am Jake."
"What...?"
"I was reborn here as a new being."
"Wh-what...!"
Kite was dumbfounded.
"Your build and voice don't match at all! What nonsense is this?!"
"True enough. But I was reborn. I made the 'right choice' and was reborn as a member of our Vampire Legion."
"Our... Vampire Legion...?"
"Indeed."
The man claiming to be Jake yanked hard on the whip in his hand, left and right.
"By the grace of the Vampire Legion Commander, I have become a Trainer."
"Wh-what are you talking about...!"
"Who will be first on the judgment platform?"
The self-proclaimed Jake Gilbert raised one finger.
It bore no calluses from years of swordplay, yet the Trainer extended his middle finger boldly and beckoned.
"Among you seven, who will step up first? Decide among yourselves."
"J-judgment platform...?"
"Hearts upon the Scales of Sin, to weigh your crimes. We shall ask our god, and the guilty shall pay with their lives."
"L-lives..."
The prisoners, Kite included, realized it.
This man was insane.
Occasionally, among humans, necro legion minions delving into dark magic showed such fanaticism—and this man was exactly that.
"No way... the real young master Jake...?"
"Who will ascend first? Who will first testify their faith? Oh, you look perfect."
The Trainer swept his gaze over the prisoners.
"You."
"N-no!!"
He pointed at adventurer Jay.
"You will go first. Secretary."
"Yes, Trainer."
"Drag him out."
"Yes."
The succubus reached out, and pink chains materialized in the air, instantly coiling around adventurer Jay's neck.
"Gah, guk, hngh...!!"
Jay grabbed at the chains and struggled, but with strength and mana sealed, it was futile.
"Jay!"
Adventurer leader Kite shouted.
"Don't forget! No matter what, the Goddess watches over you!"
"Grr, aaaaah!!"
Clang.
The cell door opened, and Jay was dragged out like a slaughterbound hog.
"......"
The cell.
One prisoner gone, six left.
A moment later, in the Wall Room.
"Trainer."
"Yeah."
"You pretended to be from Gilbert on purpose?"
"Yeah."
"Any reason?"
"Just did."
"......"
Lilith, my secretary, had given me a "what the hell" look when I donned the Gilbert helmet, but I just shrugged and pointed ahead.
"For fun. Just for kicks."
"Fun...?"
"Yeah. Isn't it hilarious? he know it's not Jake Gilbert, but the moment I say 'I'm Gilbert,' he's heads are spinning."
I nodded toward the blind and deaf-dragged man.
"Real Gilbert? Became a completely different person? Submit to the Demon King's army to live? Even as he's lackey?"
"...Ah."
Lilith snapped her fingers with a gasp.
"Sowing the seed subtly. That someone already pledged loyalty to the Vampire Legion."
"Something like that."
To be precise, a porter reborn as Trainer Azazel.
"If I used myself as an example, would they bite? Had to be the Gilbert bastard, a decent knight, to fool 'em."
Creeeak.
Door opens, into the Wall Room.
Three succubi already embedded in holes marked 1, 2, 3, lower halves exposed toward us.
Clank!
Lilith yanks the chain hard, hurling the prisoner inside and releasing the spell.
"Aaaah! Sp-spare... hngh?!"
The man flails wildly, desperate to live, then screams in shock at the flesh mounds before him.
Shocked, yet slyly rolling his eyes at Lilith and me, stealing glances at the pussies.
"I'll give you a chance."
"Ch-chance...?"
"Indeed."
I pointed ahead.
"These two are your captured female comrades."
I positioned between 1 and 2, slapping each ass hard.
Smack—the women flinched and clamped their legs.
Seeing them take ass slaps without resistance, the prisoner gulped and looked up at me.
"Ever fucked your comrades?"
"......"
He shook his head, entranced.
"Good. Will you rape your comrade to survive?"
"Wh-what...?"
"Here's the choices."
I turned, hand on the third ass.
"Still a haughty priestess refusing submission to the Vampire Legion."
"Priestess...?"
"Foolishly believes her Goddess will save her. Poor girl."
"......"
"You probably don't even know her."
Here, the choices.
"Rape to live."
"Wha..."
"Shove your cock in one pussy and creampie. Then you survive 'today.'"
"T-today..."
"No creampie, you die."
"......!!"
Creampie or death.
"M-my comrades..."
"There's a non-comrade priestess too. Hands clasped in prayer to her Goddess."
That priestess prays behind the wall right now, mace in hand, hands together.
"Choose."
I hadn't said it yet.
But there's one true path to survival.
A path for one with humanity: forsaking neither faith nor comrades, offering their own life.
'Need someone to send a letter to the Albathea count anyway.'
No sacrificing comrades.
No betraying the Goddess.
A miracle survival after embracing death.
Choosing death over raping a pussy, despite "fuck to live."
'Those types are useless in this training room.'
No signs of corruption, no point keeping them here.
But.
"Q-question."
"What?"
Sometimes.
"......Who is Gentia?"
Humans bet on desires even in crisis.
"Gonna fuck your boss's wife?"
"......"
"Fine."
I pointed to 1.
"Fuck this one."
"......"
The prisoner stood on his own, dropping his pants.
Squelch.
"Grrraaah...!!"
Hands chained, he gripped 1's ass and threw his head back.
"......"
I peeked through the open door Lilith left.
Lilith watched to keep him from going beyond the wall as he thrust into 1; I peered past the succubi's prone beds.
"......Hmph."
Opposite the succubi.
Precisely, opposite the succubus being raped as 1.
"......"
A woman sat tightly bound to a chair—Gentia, her name.
"Don't worry."
I grinned at the thrusting man.
"They don't know who's fucking them. Heh heh heh."
Lie, but whatever.