I Was Reincarnated as a Nameless Combatant in a Japanese-style Fantasy Depressive Erotic Game, but the Women Around Me Are All Dangerous, and I Have a Bad Feeling about It

r cries of joy gradually turn to sobs.
She slumps to the floor and sighs.
Ten days, that's how long he had been gone from this house, and it had been too long for her, too long for Kizuki Hina.

 

　More than anything else, he was surrounded by a group of incomprehensible outsiders, led by her abominable little sister.
Because of this, all the shikigami that Hina had sent to watch over her had been torn apart, burned to the ground, and driven away.
Hina has been trying to fight against it, and her skill was already worthy of being called first-rate…
Unfortunately, even so, it was extremely difficult to get a shikigami to stay with him.

 

　Therefore, the only time she could watch over him was when she was in this house…
from far away, Hina gazed at her beloved forever.
She gazed at him with indulgence.
Always staring.
For her, It was such a natural thing to do.

 

　The only thing that would hurt her was if he would leave the house, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She thought of going to some random request and meeting him by chance, but even that would not work because of the obstacles.

 

　Once that happened, Hina suffered so much that she feared she would be burned to death.
She suffered for him, longing for him.
Many times she suffered so much that she actually burned herself out…
Though, her body has regenerated quickly.

 

　”Uuu…”

 

　Hina sobs even more as she writhes on the floor.
Lamenting.
Like a child, she sobs.
Crying out.

 

　It was from loneliness.
It was from sadness at not being able to be with him.
It grew stronger as the years went by, as she became more of a woman.
Wearing the clothes he had given her and filling her lungs with his scent could no longer disguise it.
For a while, she used to drown her craving by offering her heart to him, but for some reason…
that has become much less frequent in the recent past year or so.
She has lost the means to prove her feelings, her devotion, and her love for him.
This was despair for Hina.

 

　That's why…
the fact that she was able to look him in the eye and have a conversation with him at the meeting of the members just now was the happiest, most joyful, most pleasurable she had ever felt.
She did not show it on her face, but she had to change her underwear.
It was within her expectation.

 

　”…So hateful.”

 

　Remembering this, the first princess suddenly stops crying, and at the same time, her face is distorted in anger like a prawn.
She is outraged at the memory of that meeting.
She is enraged at those who had tried to humiliate him, at those who had joined the circle of mockery, and at her sister…

 

　Some of the people who had planned to undermine him before the meeting was cut off by her sister's suggestion.
Shamelessly, the sister took advantage of her and her love for him and used it for her own political purposes.
Thanks to her, Uemon's support for Hina was kept afloat among the factions, and Uemon himself was driven into a corner.
Her uncle is a small man who will never forget even the smallest of things.
And Hina had no choice but to accept it.
For him, she would make any sacrifice.

 

　It's not just that, it's probably at the behest of that sister.
But he's surrounded by some annoying mob.
There's an insincere red-headed bitch, a bratty hungry animal, a filthy child monk, a horrid stray demon, a thick-faced traitor, and a blind woman of the oppressed class…
Ah, they're really getting in the way.
Every one of them, every one of them is dirty, ugly, and filthy.
It's so pitiful for him to be surrounded by such people.
So pitiful.
This is abuse.
How much does she intend to humiliate him…!

 

　”Shall I just burn them all?”

 

　She muttered to herself, but it seemed too tempting an option.
This house and all the people who live in this house, let's just slash and burn…
no one will talk about the dead, after all.

 

　And then she would take him by the hand through the fire and they would escape, and the day would start all over again.
She'll smile back at his smile and leave all that is foul and unholy behind and fulfill the promise of that day.
Oh, what a sweet sight…?

 

　”It's no good…
no good, no good, no good, no good, no good, no good, no good, no good, no good!! Not yet, it's still no good!!!!”

 

　About to escape into a beautiful fantasy world, Hina scratches her head and rejects it.
No, not yet! To save him, she must not act yet!!!!

 

　”Endure…
I should endure it.
Yes, I've been waiting for years.
Aren't those close enough? Just be patient.
Yes, just a little more…
just a little more…!!?”

 

　Just as she was desperately trying to convince herself of her desire, she suddenly experienced heart palpitations-like withdrawal symptoms and left the room in a panic, rushing to the small chest she had left in her room.
She picks up the charm she had planted herself for fear of theft.
The charm burns her palm, but it does not matter.
The only thing that matters is what's inside.

 

　Throwing off the lid, she hugs the underwear she has been storing inside, buries her face in it, and inhales the scent of the underwear into her lungs.
Gradually, her heartbeat seemed to calm down.
Filled with his scent, Hina was in such a state that she almost thought she was doing opium.
It was calming.
So soothing.

 

　”Mmm, haa~…
haa~……”

 

　The underwear, soiled and stained with his blood, sweat, and vomit, had been a treasure of Hina's.
A precious gift from him.
His permission? She doesn't need that.
They are a couple, after all.
Then they should share the property, too.
Everything he is is her, and everything she is him…
Hina could give him everything, including her life, with a smile on her face if he so desired, without the slightest hesitation.
Because family is about helping each other.
She was convinced that she was a good wife.

 

　…But Hina didn't know the fact that when the underwear disappeared, the siblings who served her beloved would apologize with a blue face, thinking it was a laundry mistake, and he would continue to appease the two who were horrified anyway, saying that it was just old clothes.
However, even if she knew, she wouldn't care.
Nor would she be interested.
Every person on his side was a distraction to her.
Hina's world had been fully completed and finished with him and herself.
There was no room for others.
Nothing was allowed.
She had made her mind up.

 

　”So, wait for me…
Just a little longer, wait for me.
I'll come to get you, I'll definitely rescue you.
This time it's me! I'll save you for sure! I promise! So, so…”

 

　The last words of strong passion faded into a plea.
Then she murmured.

 

　”Please.
Wait for me…”

 

　Hina hugs his underwear, murmuring sadly like a child.
Tightly, tightly, as if she were hugging him herself, she thinks of their meeting someday, fantasizes about her life with him, and hugs him.
Loving him.
Liking him.
Without realizing how crucially different she is from him.

 

　There is no light in her red eyes, just a muddy, murky madness of love and passion…