Chapter 54: Sacred Knight (1)
The Sacred have no family registers.
Since everyone except Reiko, who is a local student, is a resident of another world, that is an obvious fact.
Originally they should not be able to attend school or obtain a foundation for life on Earth. Ending up as a nuisance to the police as suspicious foreigners would be the natural conclusion.
——But it has not become that way.
Leas Lot has transferred into the school under the pretext of being an exchange student and obtained an identity on Earth.
Why is that——?
“Well well, Grace Wayne-san. Or rather, when in that form should I call you Sacred Knight?”
Within a shining magic circle, a single girl appeared.
She wore a deep crimson corset dress, and over that silver-white armor.
Although she gripped a greatsword about as long as her height in her right hand, her limbs remained slender in a feminine way.
Her hair arranged into vertical rolls like burning flames, she directed bright red eyes like the sun toward the owner of the voice — a middle-aged man.
Black hair arranged in a 7:3 part had some white mixed in, and faint wrinkles were carved into his face.
Although young for being called an old man, his body had begun to decline — yet the rigidly straightened back and dignified standing figure gave more vitality than an ordinary young person.
“Yes, I would be happy if you would do so — Tomioka-sama.”
——Tomioka Seijiro.
The chairman of the automobile maker “Tomioka Motors” that Japan boasts of, the man who bought up the land around here and executed the smart-city plan, and the one who supports the Sacred.
“Please stop with the ’-sama.’ I am not a man to be respected by champions of justice.”
“Even so. Without you, Sacred Saber would not have been able to fight in perfect condition.”
The origin of the matter was one year ago.
The princess of the other world Calmate, Altina Sacred Calmate, was abducted and confined in this town on Earth as the trigger.
Diabolics, Monster Villains — and the Sacred.
Although now accepted as a matter of course, at the time both were existences outside common sense and objects of awe.
In the middle of that, the one who took the lead in aiding the Sacred was the man named Tomioka Seijiro.
The Sacred are champions of justice, and the Diabolics are evil existences — by buying up the mass media, he publicized it that way.
That method was by no means pure white; it was accomplished by putting money into the hands of various people. There is also the aspect that the Sacred are beautiful girls who appeal to viewers.
Regarding that fact, Sacred Knight has thoughts, but—
“I have not done only correct things in the time until I obtained this position. I have also done things that would make you furrow your brows. I have no intention of being ashamed of that, and I will proudly say it was necessary. But I also think this. That I have become considerably distant from the heroes I admired as a boy.”
As if nostalgic for the past, and lonely.
Tomioka quietly began to speak.
“Precisely because of that, I wanted to help the champions of justice who appeared before my eyes. For that, if necessary I will take the mud. I am a body that has swallowed pure and impure together; even if the mud increases now it is only an error.”
This mud would be fatal for you — for the Sacred, right? Tomioka said that and relaxed his cheeks.
If a drop of mud sticks to a cloth that is dirty from the beginning the difference cannot be told, but for a pure white cloth even a single drop of mud stands out. No matter how clean the other parts are, the existence of a stain the size of a drop makes the cloth itself appear dirty.
Precisely because of that — champions of justice, please remain pure.
Since I cannot fight, taking the mud in their place is my role.
When told that way even Knight cannot speak ill of Tomioka.
Thanks to him her little-sister figure Sacred Saber can fight in perfect condition, and Knight is also given an identity for moving in this world.
“Thank you. Once we have finished eliminating the Diabolics that infest Earth, let us invite Tomioka-sama to Calmate. If you desire it, you should also be able to work at the castle.”
Even though he possesses correctness, as long as he is in this world he will become dirty.
The humans of Earth are distorted existences who on the surface respect correctness yet easily stain their hands with evil — Knight felt that way.
Precisely because of that, she wants to extend a hand to people who try to be correct even in such a world.
“——No.”
However, Tomioka quietly shook his head.
“Living while swallowing pure and impure is what the humans of this world are. If I go to that world, I will fall into becoming a hopeless villain.”
“Is that so — it is regrettable.”
I cannot force it — Knight immediately withdrew.
But she thinks. Is living correctly that difficult?
She does not understand. Neither the way of being of the evil ones of Lemora nor the way of being of Earth’s humans could Knight understand.
“By the way — for what business has Knight come to Earth?”
Right as she bowed and was about to leave the room, Tomioka asked.
Originally she should come here much later. Of course he thought the schedule might shift forward or back — but even so she is moving too hastily.
“What I, what the Sacred accomplish, is only one thing.”
At Tomioka’s question, Knight showed a smile full of confidence.
Covering the heart that ached gichi-gichi, like herself from one year ago.
“To defeat and destroy the Monster Villains, the evil — for the princess’s sake, and for this world’s sake as well!”
O-hohohoh! She resonated a high laugh.
——Did the former me laugh like this? And is the current me properly able to laugh?
While holding such a doubt, she laughed highly — and Sacred Knight landed on Earth.
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“Ou, see you later Shusawa!”
“Thanks for lunch break!”
“Next time invite on your own, okay—”
After school.
From among the ones successively returning home and the ones heading to club activities, there were males calling out to me. The ones who subjected me to the heresy trial at lunch.
However, the initial hostility is now gone.
The suspicion of being a freeloader with flowers in both hands has been cleared, and on top of that they were given the opportunity to converse with Leas whom they secretly admired, so they have become friendly to a degree unimaginable when lunch break started.
“But still, won’t she say something like ’Inviting me after only talking at lunch is laughable’…?”
“What kind of character has Leas become inside you guys; she’s not that kind of character. If you want to invite, invite on your own.”
What is so sad that a single man has to mediate women for others.
This time I only did it thinking if Leas expands her circle of friends she might brighten up. There’s no way I can contact and set up exchange places every single time. Am I a friend character from a galge or something.
Shaking off the males leaking anxious voices I head to the shoe lockers.
Thinking I’ll hurry home and practice throwing or something — while taking out my shoes, the smartphone trembled bururi.
Did those earlier guys start email-bombing? While thinking it’s a pain I look at the screen — and tighten my expression.
——A Monster Villain is appearing at the front of the station. Cutting women’s clothes with a blade.
Together with the tweet was attached image data showing a Monster Villain growing reptile-like scales and holding two swords.
But that figure is cut off. As if saying that is not the main subject, in the center of the image is the figure of a school girl flushing her face and desperately hiding her naked body.
——The Blade Monster Villain. A Monster Villain born from the desire to forcibly cut away women’s clothing to make them naked and see the embarrassed figures.
Among the Monster Villains that can be created from the early game its specs are high, and in the original it is a Monster Villain I also relied on — both in combat and practical aspects.
If you defeat a Sacred while leading this Monster Villain and with a certain number of onlookers present, a gang-rape event by the onlookers occurs. The vulgar words without sugarcoating before the act, and the scum who joyfully violate the champions of justice who protect them — ah, I remember it well.
My previous-life memories firmly remember only things like this. If I had remembered settings that seem more useful than this, I could have had it easier.
“——Tch”
I click my tongue and U-turn.
Against the flow of school students trying to return home I head to the first-floor toilet.
“——Transform”
Confirming that no one is in the individual booth, I transform into Atel Octo at high speed.
The uniform is decomposed, and thin long black tentacles cover the entire body. Over that I put on the tentacle-clothing parka and pants, then crawl out from the window as if sliding nururi — wrap tentacles around a utility pole, expand and contract. With that momentum I vigorously leaped into the sky.
Toward the school students pointing this way below I roughly wave my hand, extend tentacles, hook them on utility poles, and leap like an American-comic spider man.
I think there’s no need to deliberately wave, but — if cheered or having cheers raised, I end up thinking it’s fine to respond to expectations a little.
It doesn’t suit me and doesn’t fit; I fully understand that — but since I’m standing next to Sacred Saber, I think I have to behave a little appropriately.
“…I can see it, tto!”
Approaching the station I put momentum with movements like swinging a swing and vigorously leap upward.
Looking down from the sky I search for onlookers.
Monster Villains are creatures of desire, and also existences that easily transform from men.
Precisely because of that the transformed Monster Villains attack women. Because they are existences of only one, the desire to reproduce swells, and the sexual desire that every man possesses also enlarges.
As a result, what Monster Villains prioritize most is women, and men are put off.
That means while women are being violated the possibility of men being exposed to danger becomes considerably low. And if there is time to violate multiple women the champions of justice — the Sacred — will arrive and defeat the Monster Villain, so one can say there is almost no danger.
——Therefore the onlookers successively gather.
Because they can safely look at women’s shameful states while appreciating the combat scenes of the champions of justice — even if the Sacred are defeated, they can enjoy the figures of beautiful girls being defiled from the front row.
Extremely lowest.
Extremely lowest, but — I understand the feelings around there well.
I can satisfy desire from a safe position, and if lucky I might receive leftovers.
In addition — the bad one is the Monster Villain, not myself; such an excuse becomes possible.