Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Village Festival in an NTR Tsukuru Game
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A goblin's wail echoed through the air. It seemed the birth was over.
"...You must have had it rough."
The other victims from the goblin village, women in the same boat, comforted her. There was no room for someone like me to butt in.
Sticking around with feigned sympathy would just be pathetic.
I didn't go inside the room. I waited outside and took the goblin newborn when it was handed to me.
My job was to dispose of the goblin infant.
I finished it off in no time and came right back. It wasn't like killing one or two goblins.
'This much is a piece of cake.'
There was no reason to hesitate.
The goblin pup was buried in the back hills of the village the moment it was born. We were just returning the favor their fathers had done.
I chopped it up fine and spread it as fertilizer.
The thing croaked without even a scream. No surprise—a goblin couldn't withstand the Hero's blade.
The woman who'd been pregnant went into recovery. Not that there was much to it.
Having some time alone to get her head straight—that was recovery enough.
The mood at the inn grew heavy. But it wasn't depressing.
"Time will heal it."
"Just like that?"
Denis approached me and struck up a conversation.
"Your face... it looks like you're pitying her."
"That obvious?"
"I can feel it."
Pity for her, half. Admiration, half.
She'd resolved to bear a monster's child just to one day meet her own baby again. In that moment, when her determination shone through, her eyes sparkled more beautifully than anything in the world.
Motherhood was cooler than any emotion out there. That's what I think.
"I hope she recovers quick. Her mind more than her body."
"She'll be up soon. She's a tough one."
A woman even Denis acknowledged as strong. She'd pull herself together and get back on her feet before long.
Not right now, physically impossible and all.
Ding-a-ling.
We were gathered in the common room, chatting idly, when the inn door swung open.
Lisa jumped up, thinking it was a customer.
"...Village chief."
Lisa sat back down, not hiding her disappointment.
The chief wasn't a paying guest. He never stayed at the inn. No profit in it.
"Dyke."
The chief had come on business.
"Thank you for saving my granddaughter. I didn't get to thank you properly earlier, so I came to say it in person."
"Oh, uh."
When Jenny had just returned, the chief had been too frantic. Checking on his granddaughter, squeezing out the sap—busy times.
"Just doing what needed doing."
"Having you in the village gives us all such peace of mind. I hear other villages took heavy losses. But ours? Not a scratch."
I got the gist of what he was driving at.
"I patrol and clean house regularly."
"Thank you. Thanks to you, I got to see Jenny again. Without you... I can't even imagine. Truly, thank you."
Even a lecherous old chief like him treasured his granddaughter. I tried dropping some humble deflection to send him on his way.
But the chief showed no signs of stopping his thanks.
"So, we've decided to make today an official village holiday."
"A holiday?"
"To show our gratitude to you—Dyke Day! The whole village will gather for a little celebration. What do you say?"
"......"
The chief sidled up close and whispered conspiratorially.
"Jenny told me. The Hero party is reborn."
"...Pardon?"
"Those women over there—they your party members? Planning to get back to Hero work?"
"......"
The chief pointed at the cluster of No. 1 models.
'To Jenny, it might look like a Hero party.'
Everyone already knew I'd been the Hero. Jenny would've heard the stories too.
But what if that Hero was now traveling with three women at the peak of their prowess?
Depending on how you looked at it, folks like the chief could interpret it that way. Plenty of them, even. Time for me to clear it up.
No good would come from announcing a Hero party revival.
"Not a Hero party."
They weren't a Hero party to begin with. Just daughters of former members.
"Dyke, I know all about it. Tina, Charlotte, Alicia. They've come back, right?"
"......"
The chief knew their names. We'd used the Cradle of Abundance Inn as our base back then.
Made sense.
'He groped and teased them too.'
I shook my head.
"They look alike, but no."
"Not them? They look identical."
"Just look-alikes."
"Hm. If you say so."
The chief didn't press. He had a sixth sense for angles that could backfire. A true boundary-pusher.
"Anyway, we're throwing a small festival. The kids don't really know who you are, so it'll be a chance to introduce you properly, let everyone get familiar with your face."
"......"
This backwater village was small if small, big if big. Knowing faces didn't make us close.
Especially with the kids—I kept my distance.
'They all seem to hate me.'
The chief was saying he'd bridge me to the next generation. Not a bad pitch.
'Meeting everyone might even make friends for Olivia No. 2.'
All in all, a good festival. Intentions pure? Who knows.
"Got it. When does it start?"
"Won't take long to prep. Like I said, small-scale. Just folks mingling, sipping some booze? Keep it light and casual. Sound good?"
"Yeah, fine by me."
"I'll send someone in about two hours. Just head out then."
The chief left to prep the festival.
Two hours.
I didn't slack. We got work done too. Closing up the inn.
Mopping floors, cleaning the baths. Time flew.
"Dyke."
The chief's messenger was none other than his son, Gallen.
"Dyke! Thank you so much!"
Gallen dropped to his knees the second he entered. Showed off dogeza more spectacular than Olivia No. 1's.
"Thank you. Truly, thank you. For saving Jenny—really, truly! I can't think of anything else to say."
"...What's this all of a sudden?"
Gallen wouldn't get up. Even when I tried hauling him to his feet, he held firm.
Against the Hero's strength?
"Dad came by earlier to thank you for me, right? Truth is, I wanted to come. But he stopped me. Said I'd botch it, come back without mentioning the festival at all. Just bawl my eyes out and leave!"
"......"
"He's right. Festival? Don't care. I just... I...!"
His daughter had nearly been lost to him. Not just gone—brutally ravaged.
The inn wasn't empty—just me. Victims who'd escaped the goblin village after repeated assaults were here. Even the woman forced to bear their spawn.
That was Jenny's future staring back at him. Made his hysterics understandable.
"Waaah, heung! Hng...!"
Gallen sobbed uncontrollably.
He didn't care who watched. Clung to my leg, repeating thanks over and over.
Now I saw—Olivia No. 1's "sincerity" wasn't the real deal.
'This is the real thing.'
When someone's thanking you from the heart, you don't even think to play humble. You're just happy.
That your strength helped someone.
"Enough. It wasn't a big deal."
"Eheheung, hng...!"
"Festival prepped?"
"All set. Sniff, just show up."
"Alright?"
I soothed Gallen and got him standing. His wails tapered off.
'...Even the goblin-raped women wouldn't bawl like this.'
I turned to the others.
"Anyone who wants to rest at the inn can. No need to go."
It was for village bonding. No reason for the goblin village survivors to join.
"Well then..."
"Kinda tired."
They definitely seemed reluctant. Aware of the rumors, probably. Didn't want to step out.
I respected their choice.
"...I'd like to watch."
Then one woman raised her hand to join. Not a villager—showing her face at the festival would draw the wrong kind of attention.
Still, she wanted in.
"Name...?"
"Victorica."
"Right, Victorica. You're coming too."
We followed Gallen to the village square. It was all set up in the open space.
Chairs, tables, simple food and drinks, even a big bonfire.
"Oho, you made it!"
The chief welcomed me enthusiastically. Felt weird—treatment I'd never gotten before.
Five years here, no welcome like this. Saving Jenny flipped the switch on everyone?
"Everyone! Listen up!"
At the chief's shout, folks focused. Familiar faces, all.
Not close, though. Neighborly acquaintances.
"Know who this is? Bet you all do. No one in the village doesn't."
Would tomorrow be different?
"Dyke! Know what Dyke did today?"
"Dyke! Dyke! Dyke!"
Part of me hoped it'd stay the same as yesterday. Another hoped they'd take interest. Conflicting feelings.
The crowd chanted my name, matching the chief's energy.
A little girl's shrill voice pierced through.
"Olivia! Olivia! Olivia!"
Jenny.
"Master! Master! Oh my captain!"
Jenny went overboard solo, cheering Olivia.
The Olivia I knew would've fired a fireball right then. Scorched Jenny's face black without a second thought.
But?
"Hehe."
Olivia covered her mouth, beaming, and stepped forward. Stood proudly by my side.
"Wow... she's a looker..."
"Since when we got a girl like that in the village?"
"New face? Friends with Dyke?"
Olivia soaked up the village's attention. Sucked it in like a succubus milking cum from cocks.
Then Charlotte and Nine followed.
"That yellow-haired young thing looks healthy as hell."
"Bet she'd pop out babies left and right? Perfect match for our grandkid!"
"What about the white-haired girl?"
"No starving kids for her. Sturdy eater!"
Thanks to them, no eyes on me.
"Dyke's with that inn girl."
"Denis?"
"The big-assed one?"
"Then what's with these? Strays?"
Goddamn NTR Tsukuru Game world.
Did they die without sexual harassment? Absurd.
'Could slaughter the lot...!'
Just a thought.
'Warn 'em later.'
Like with Denis.
Then Olivia No. 1's voice rang in my head.
—Those geezers' stares. Like they couldn't get it up if they tried. No joke.
"......"
—Oh. But same for you? Dyke can't get hard either.
"...Shut it..."
—Pffft.
Sudden squeeze, like someone gripped my balls. Crunch.
Thighs clenched on instinct.
The chief hurried over.
"Dyke? You okay?"
—Dad, everyone's staring at Dad.
"Not overdoing it today or anything? Can't have you hurting. This festival's for you..."
—Dick's rock hard. Not noticeable.
I ignored Olivia No. 1's nonstop telepathy.
Forced out words.
"F-Fine."
"You sure? Our daughter-in-law made food special for you. Gotta eat."
"Y-Yeah..."
"Great! Festival for Dyke Day! Let's eat, drink, and party!"
I dragged my shaky legs back to my seat. Gave Olivia No. 1 the evil eye.
Olivia No. 1 flaunted it, raising her right hand and kneading the air like dough.
"Ngh..."
—Tell me if you're gonna blow?
"......"
You think I'd say it? You bitch?