Reincarnated as an Instructor in an Adult Game

I was running toward 5th Street. The destination was the red-light district between 4th Street and 5th Street. The royal capital’s brothels were basically only in this block. I had been told Lucian had also worked here.

Hearing “Cardinal” gave a noble impression, and the strong image was of him staying at an expensive inn. Players who tried to stop the Cardinal’s plot had searched expensive inns for evidence and traces and found nothing. The theory group put the various information together and came out with the opposite answer: a run-down inn. On top of that, one you could reach the brothels from. The reason was that a pig in the process of corrupting the Pope would never be able to hold back his lust.

From there the theory group moved fast. They pinned down the place and found traces… but they could not change the story. While this event was happening, players could not enter the inn, and they could not confirm anyone coming out of it either. Management simply had not included changing it in the story. Even so, I knew players who challenged it again and again. Fans of the Pope who tried to change the future… it was not like with Felica, but I would fulfill that wish.

I reached the entrance of the red-light district, put a hand on a building wall, and steadied my rough breathing. Right beside me was an alley leading into a back street. I planned to go from there to the back door of the run-down inn I could see now. I shoved a hand into my Magic Bag, took out two knives, slid them into my belt, and hid them with my jacket. I had used knives on thieves recently so I only had two, but in the worst case other weapons were in the Magic Bag too.

When my breathing settled, Sharle slowly descended from the sky beside me. Even in a tense situation like this the way she came down was beautiful. I almost stared and smiled in a troubled way.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. What’s the situation?”

“I’m about to enter the inn where the Cardinal should be… and depending on the situation, kill him.”

“…The Cardinal?”

“…To move the dark side you need a certain rank. The Pope of course, but only a few people including the Cardinal can move them.”

We walked normally so we would not look suspicious, entered the back alley, and talked at a volume no one around could hear. It was natural for Sharle to wonder. Of course she would want to know why I knew the Cardinal was here. This time I could easily picture myself later buried in excuses.

While I was thinking that with a difficult face, Sharle stroked one of my cheeks with a gentle hand as if to reassure me.

“Raide-sama is a strange person. No matter what happens, ’we’ will not doubt you. Please believe that.”

“…Haa. Lately the lovers’ maternal side is too strong. I feel like I’m going to regress to a child…”

“Fufufu. I would kind of like to see that a little, though?”

“Give me a break…”

I let out a small tired sigh, switched to a serious face, and glared at the room with the open window above the inn’s back door. That was the room in the theory group’s records, the one the Cardinal was supposed to be staying in. I checked left and right that there was no one, then silently pointed at the room for Sharle beside me, who had a serious face. Sharle quietly rose into the air, checked inside the room from a little away, looked at me, and nodded firmly.

Well done, theory group. You were right!

I ran at the door, put all my strength into my legs, jumped, hooked one hand on the window frame, lifted my body, and dove into the room hard.

“Who are you!? Nuo!?”

“Shut up, pig.”

The slightly fat man who had turned around, probably because of the noise, I pinned from behind. I pulled a knife from my waist and put it to his throat, but a blank-faced woman in black standing by the door charged. …Can she not see? If she slams in like that the Cardinal, the one she’s protecting, will die.

“Stop! Stoooop!!!”

I kept my head completely hidden behind the Cardinal and watched the woman. She froze in place with her dagger still pointed this way, as if she had been ordered. A pause like a video had been stopped… Did I say stop? Not “don’t do it”?

Then I noticed. Normally if a knife was at your throat you would grab the arm, but the Cardinal was not doing that. He was desperately clutching his necklace with both hands as if protecting it.

No way… this pig!

I stabbed both of the Cardinal’s hands with the knife, tore the necklace off, and looked at it.

“Adaaaaaah!! My haaands!? Aaaaah!? Ga, gaezeeeeeee!!!”

“You… this pig”

“Bohoooooaaaah!!!”

I looked at the small, filthy purple crystal set in the necklace, then kicked the pig with all my strength, packed with killing intent and hatred. I immediately set the crystal on the desk and smashed it with the tip of the knife using all my force. The blank-faced woman who had been frozen suddenly collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. I spun hard toward Sharle, who was about to come into the room, and shouted.

“The dark side is being controlled! Don’t kill them! Capture them!”

“!? Understood! I’ll pass it on at once!!”

Sharle’s face went pale with shock and she rose into the sky. I glared at the pig writhing on the floor in pain with a look like I would kill him.

…Come to think of it, one of the theory group had written that the Cardinal did not have a skill that could put people under hypnosis or suggestion. But they said you could not explain the Pope’s state without him having a skill, and that note disappeared right after… so he had a miniaturized Marionette!

I had thought it was strange that he went from priest to Cardinal in only two years.

I knew from free play that this pig had been born in the slums. You would not think he could obtain Dorpel, and if he had been born with the skill he should not have been struggling in poverty until sixteen. Two years ago… I see. He used Marionette while other countries were at war and slipped into the Holy Kingdom of Kail’s upper ranks while they were in chaos. Then he manipulated and manipulated, increased his support, and climbed to Cardinal.

“What a piece of trash.”

“Fuu! Fuu! Like you would understand! Everyone who looked down on meee! Being controlled by me and kneeling is what they deserveeee!”

“…What you want to say is disgusting, but I get it.”

“Aaaaah…?”

The pig crawling on the floor looked up at me with a vacant face. I looked down at him with pity in my eyes. I had lived deciding I would not forgive anyone who opposed me, that I would kill anyone I marked as an enemy… the disgust was tremendous, but I understood the feeling. It must have been a brutal life. No one would have helped him. Of course he would hate the world, and of course he could not trust gods… but you tried to lay hands on my students. And even if I understood the feeling, I had no intention of forgiving you or letting you go.

I put strength into the hand holding the knife, wrapped myself in killing intent, and approached the pig. When I reached him I aimed between his collarbones, pinned him with one knee, and said,

“You became my enemy. You tried to harm people important to me. Even if what’s been done to you is done back, you have no right to complain, do you?”

“Ah… aaah! Stop, stoooooop!!”

“At the end at least, go quietly.”

“Wai…t!”

A squeezed voice reached me. I stopped the knife tip just before it hit the pig and looked toward the voice. The woman in black was reaching a hand this way. The pig had gone so pale from terror he had probably fainted, eyes rolled back ugly. I checked him out of the corner of my eye, let out a heavy breath, and stood. I walked to the woman, dropped to one knee, turned her onto her back, and she grabbed my wrist as she reached for me.

“I have… information! Don’t ki, ll him!”

“…Haa. Got it.”

“I won’t, I won’t forgive him! That guy! Please!”

“I got it, so rest. I won’t let him escape even if I have to take his limbs before you wake up.”

Whether my words reached her or not, she closed her eyes as if passing out. I looked at her and let out another big breath. This woman had probably been through quite a lot too. She seemed to hold a serious grudge against the pig. Fine. Fine, so go ahead and take Sharle and the others’ interrogation. Ah, not just Sharle and the others. All of the dark side.

I muttered that in my heart, lifted the corner of my mouth in a smile, and looked at the fainted pig.