Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: EP 2. Stone Mountain - Deal
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Mental Non-Virgin
Events from another worldline no longer linger in your body or memories, but they've left clear scars on your soul.
The soul-deep experience of female climax periodically plunges you into an unbearable state of heat.
It also slightly loosens your sexual inhibitions.
Corrupted Desire
Events from another worldline no longer linger in your body or memories, but they've left clear scars on your soul.
The memories of submission and obedience etched into your soul will drag you into deeper peril in moments of crisis.
You gain disadvantages on choices leading to bad end routes.
Player's mental corruption has reached the limit.
Returning to branch point after memory reset.
“Ugh…?”
A sudden chill raced up my spine.
I froze mid-swing, chair clutched in my hands.
“Wha… what… what was I…?”
My mind felt like a typhoon had torn through it—total chaos.
I barely pieced it together.
I’d been about to smash the mirror.
But even though it was just seconds ago, it felt like ancient history, distant and hazy.
There was nn eerie sense of wrongness.
But what really gnawed at me was this hypersensitivity in my body.
“Ngh…♥”
I winced, squinting one eye in distress.
The faint brush of fabric against my stiff nipples sent dizzying jolts through me.
A tender ache throbbed between my legs, driving me mad. Love juices gushed out, soaking my panties and trickling down my thighs.
“What… is this…♥”
It felt like I’d been ravaged wildly in an instant—less than a second.
Not once, but dozens of times. Maybe more.
“Haa… haaah…♥ Ngh…!”
I shook myself, regaining focus, and did what I’d set out to do.
I swung the raised chair hard at the mirror.
It screeched—a grotesque, piercing wail—as it shattered, dark light scattering everywhere.
“Whoa?!”
I stumbled back in shock.
My head throbbed sharply. As clarity returned, I shuddered violently.
My mind felt razor-sharp now.
“Ah…? Ahh?!”
Only then did I realize how bizarre my actions had been all day.
“Urk…!”
Remembering licking the grime off the toilet bowl made me retch.
“Licking that…? And what’s with this outfit?!”
A maid uniform so short and sheer it left nothing to the imagination.
This was straight out of some ero-game.
It was fine for looking at, but no way in hell was I wearing it.
Mortified, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Don’t tell me it was this mirror…?”
I muttered, staring at the shattered pieces.
Come to think of it, ever since gazing into it yesterday, I’d felt off the whole time.
Then frantic footsteps pounded from above.
I scrambled up the ladder in a panic.
“You bitch!”
Before I could even cover the basement door with the rug, the chief steward burst in, yelling.
“Y-you broke the mirror?! How dare you! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”
He trembled, face twisted in rage and fear.
“I… I didn’t do it?”
I looked away innocently.
“Don’t lie! That demon will be unleashed because of you! It’s too late now…!”
“Demon…?”
Before I could puzzle it out, rough footsteps rushed toward us from outside.
Lady Marina appeared.
“Chief steward.”
She called him in a voice laced with killing intent. He backpedaled in terror.
“Hii… hiik! Lady Marina, please listen, I…!”
“Shut up.”
Marina grabbed his throat and hoisted him up effortlessly.
Incredible strength. He was bigger, but she lifted him one-handed like a dry twig.
“I took you in, and this is how you mock me? You? You piece of trash?!”
“Ghk… guh…!”
“Raaagh!”
With a fierce kiai, she slammed him into the floor.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the stone, collapsing to reveal the hidden basement.
“You there!”
Still fuming, she whirled on me, panting.
“Y-yes?!”
“Fetch a healer. Now. Death’s too good for him. I’ll torture him until he regrets being born.”
Her expression made it clear who the chief steward meant by “demon.”
“Y-yes… right away…”
With that, the dark plot unfolding in Wilhelm fizzled out absurdly.
I returned to the church and told Lena and Millia about the mansion.
“Reversal Curse… I’ve heard of it. It's Ancient history, though. To think a black magic tome tied to it still existed…”
Millia murmured gravely after hearing me out.
“Was it that powerful?”
“The knowledge itself is the danger. The Reversal Curse was black magic created by heretics worshiping foul gods during the era of evil’s rampage on this continent. All related texts and records were banned over a century ago—destroyed on sight. So if any remain…”
“Someone preserved the knowledge. Or more are hidden somewhere.”
Lena added to Millia’s words.
Millia nodded, face darkening.
“This might be bigger than we thought. If others besides the chief steward know ancient black magic, far worse could happen than what went down here.”
“We’ll stop it first.”
Lena turned to me, smiling softly.
“Good work, Lia. This was all thanks to you. Be proud—you saved the city. Quite the flashy debut for an adventurer wannabe.”
“I just broke a mirror.”
“But only you could’ve. I knew trusting you was right.”
Lena ruffled my hair fondly.
It felt embarrassingly nice.
Queen
Do you really need to play humble? You accomplished something extraordinary.
“Heh. True enough. I deserve endless praise for this.”
I puffed out my chest proudly.
Later, Lena visited the Lady’s mansion to claim the black grimoire and mirror shards.
“I can’t allow that.”
Marina refused flat-out.
“Why not?”
“Those are key evidence in the incidents plaguing my city. They must stay for the culprit’s trial.”
“Then bring him to headquarters for a church tribunal. He’s accused of black magic crimes—it’s our jurisdiction.”
“Fair point. But after he’s tried for insulting his Lady. Then I’ll hand over the criminal and evidence.”
Marina said it like a grand concession.
“When’s the trial?”
“Who knows? Tomorrow, maybe the day after. Or weeks, months. Duties pile up, so I’ll pick a free day.”
Lena frowned at the Lady’s words.
“…I must ask for a firm date.”
“How about in a hundred years?”
“That defies reason. No trial gets delayed a century.”
“I could. In this city, my word is the law.”
The iron ruler on her throne looked down at Lena like an insect.
Her words carried crushing weight. My spine tingled.
Sweat beaded on Lena’s forehead.
Hard to believe this was the woman calling the bald chief steward “darling” that night.
Though the curse played a part.
Still, what a personality shift.
“You’re not after the grimoire yourself, are you?”
Lena pointed out.
Marina scoffed.
“Reckless words. Speak carelessly, and pay the price. I don’t need trash like that. But I can’t just hand it over.”
Her gaze shifted to me.
Why look my way all of a sudden?
Unease crept in.
“Lia, was it?”
“Y-yes…”
“I hear you’re with this heretic inquisitor. Is that true?”
“Lia has nothing to do with this.”
Lena interjected.
Marina whipped around, snarling.
“Silence! You worm—keep crawling, why don’t you?”
“I’m a duly appointed heretic inquisitor of the church. Even you can’t treat the church’s representative lightly.”
Lena stood her ground.
Marina shook her head with a sigh.
“Fool. There’s a difference between can’t and won’t. Need a lesson? Guards! Tear this woman apart.”
The air turned murderous.
Why’s she doing this?
Weren’t we allies?
Lena scanned around tensely. Soldiers closed in, boxing her to prevent escape.
“W-wait a sec!”
I stepped in before it worsened.
But I blanked on what to say.
“C-could you give her just one chance?”
It was the best I could muster.
The real me would’ve gotten slapped for that.
Might’ve made it worse.
But Lia’s different.
“Please…?”
An awkward silence blanketed the audience chamber.
Failed, I thought—then drool trickled from Marina’s lips.
She wiped it with her hand.
“Mercy and forgiveness aren’t in my dictionary. But killing this insolent fool here might stall our deal. I’ll hold off for now.”
She waved, and the soldiers retreated.
“My proposal is simple. Want the trial sped up? Hand over that girl.”
Her finger pointed my way.
For a split second, I thought it was Lena—but it veered closer to me.
Oh boy.
To avoid confusion, I sidestepped away.
Her finger followed, homing in.
Damn it.
No choice—I ducked behind Lena.
“I want this girl, Lia.”
Marina nailed it down.
“Lia’s a free citizen. No one—not even nobility or royalty—has the right to own an innocent commoner.”
Lena shot back firmly.
Right on.
“Fool. That’s why I’m proposing a deal. One month. If she serves under me that long, I’ll open court, judge that loathsome steward, and hand over the evidence once it’s served its purpose.”
One month.
It was long if long, and short if short.
Lena glanced at me hesitantly.
After some thought, I nodded.
There was no better way to handle this bitchy Lady.
She wouldn’t eat me, right?
“Then one question. What do you plan to do with Lia?”
“No need for the likes of you to know. Don’t worry—I won’t kill her.”
Lena ground her teeth.
Her clenched fist trembled at her side.
This could blow up, so I sidled close and whispered, holding her hand.
“I’ll be fine.”
“But…”
Lena trailed off uncertainly.
I stepped forward, looked up at Marina, and declared boldly.
“I accept the deal.”
Marina lounged on her throne, chin propped, grinning down.
“Good. You’ve got more spirit than that inquisitor. I like it.”
I wish you didn’t.
Why’s this place full of weirdos?