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

ere are many cases in which they try to appease them by offering sacrifices, just as they did in ancient times.

 

　This is forbidden and foolish from the court's point of view, if not by chance.
In Fusō-kuni, a nation of men by men for men, both deities and youkai are beings to be humiliated, destroyed, and used, not to be believed in and feared.
Even if they were not, the thoughts of these non-human beings are far away from those of human beings.
Sacrifice is nothing but a slow process of fattening them up and prolonging their destruction.

 

　”As you can see, youkai's vitality is very high.
So, please do not be hasty and destroy its body by crushing its skull like this.
Just cutting off the head is not enough.”

 

　In front of the frightened representatives of the village, I strike down the youkai I had captured and weakened beforehand.
I hold it in place, and when the youkai still lash out even after I literally cut off its head, I have my men hold it down and hit it vigorously on the head with a hammer without panicking.
In the process, youkai's head shoots out its tongue like a chameleon in anger, but I casually catch it and cut it off with a dagger (tantō), as hidden weapons like this are commonplace.
The representatives scream but I don't care.
In areas where people do not usually see youkai, it is not uncommon for them to be caught off guard when killing them, and unexpected casualties result.
It shows how filthy these creatures are.

 

　”Now, let's talk about the disposal of youkai corpses…”

 

　The conversation proceeds, and I instruct them on how to dispose of the youkai they have just killed.
I quickly remove only the parts that can be converted into money, process the corpse so that it can be easily burned, and throw it into the bonfire.
If youkai can be used for money, some people will be motivated.
If the corpses are processed roughly, not to mention the plague, the beasts that feed on the corpses' flesh could turn into youkai monsters, or even worse, be eaten by the same youkai.
I will teach the people how to dispose of the corpses correctly, based on the knowledge that the Imperial Court and the Omnyou dormitory have gained from their long experience.

 

　…Although most of them leave as soon as I start my dismantling show.

 

　”I made a mistake.
Perhaps I was using too much of my common sense.”

 

　The gathered ones were representatives and executives from various villages.
In other words, they are the ruling class, albeit a remote one.

 

　Because of their aversion to filth…
well, if they are not good enough, they are condemned by the mere sight, touch, or mention of it…
I mean, the ruling class of Fusō-kuni will not slaughter an animal themselves and even refuse to even mention the name youkai if they are not good enough.
So, they leave such things to the lowly ones…
This was the idea that came through in the demonstration and the instruction.

 

　(Well, I couldn't even butcher a chicken in the beginning…
I've unwittingly been infected by it, too.)

 

　I sigh.
I was too afraid to blood and skin livestock and game in my early days, due to the influence of my previous life.
And these people, while they still have spiritual power and some knowledge, albeit a little, these people are literally mere mortals bound by the customs of the countryside.
In a sense, it was inevitable that they would be shocked at what I had done in front of them.

 

　”No, Yun-shoku.
There's no need to be so downhearted.
They have the same attitude no matter what you do.”

 

　After the guidance was over, the representatives from various villages, who were essentially the ruling class of the remote mountainous area, gathered eagerly and headed towards the house of the largest village head.
Among my men, Tsunoha muttered a disdainful remark towards them as they were about to attend the banquet that would utilize the ingredients and alcohol brought by Uemon.
As I recall, he too was from a remote mountain village.

 

　”You hate them so openly, don't you?”

　”I don't know about Yun-shoku's home village, but my village was the worst.
It was quite closed off, and they used to keep servants to serve as sacrificers and to relieve their sorrows.”

 

　From that point on, Tsunoha suddenly becomes silent.
However, I could guess what he was going to say from his short but realistic words and his attitude when he had just been purchased by the Kizuki family.

 

　”Even this job is hard, right? We don't even know if we'll be alive today, let alone tomorrow.”

　”But if we work hard, there is a chance to survive, isn't there? Besides, at least I'm willing to die for my friends.
It's better than being eaten up by a bunch of assh*les.”

 

　His last words were full of hatred.
This is not good.

 

　”I see.
…Assistant, thank you.
It's late.
Go eat and sleep with the others.
We're marching again tomorrow.”

 

　I order him to leave and take a rest because it is not good to leave him here.
It is easy to be short-tempered when tired, and doing anything unintentionally under the eyes of others is not a good idea.
If he does, he will be stopped by those around him.

 

　”Are you sure? The work is still…”

　”No more manual labor.
Just paperwork.
Can you write and do arithmetic?”

 

　Although the minimum required reading, writing, and arithmetic had been added to the training of the servants due to the shortage of labor, it was not clear that this newcomer in front of me had mastered them to the extent that he could do office work.
In fact, Tsunoha reacted in a way that was so obviously unpleasant that it was obvious even through his face.

 

　”You can't compete with typos and calculation errors.
Just go.
Don't stay up too late, okay? We're supposed to take turns, remember?”

　”Don't treat me like a child!?”

 

　The servant exclaimed in frustration as he retreated from the scene.
Unfortunately, a young man in his mid-teens or thereabouts is a brat no matter how he tries to make himself look.
In fact, I'm treated the same way by all the other senior members of the group.
Well, give it up.

 

　”Okay, I've got some business to take care of…”

 

　I sigh after I send my men away, and then I remember what I have to do today.
Supplies to be replenished, expense accounts to be kept, reports to be compiled…
it's all a bit tedious.

 

　”…!”

 

　Just as I'm putting together the complicated order of tasks in my mind, I hear a cheer from behind me.
I turn around.
The voice was coming from the village headman's house.
A cheerful laugh.
The feast of the bigwigs, held for labor and socializing…

 

　”Well, it's quite leisurely, isn't it? Coming to a gathering for meat, alcohol, and camaraderie in this day and age.
The government these days really lacks a sense of crisis, don't they?”

　”…And can someone who's stealing from it really say that?”

 

　I turn my head in alarm at the sound of a voice from behind me.
The blue demon who had been sitting on the floor behind me was slurping down a bottle of sake, probably from the banquet table, and was staring at me with an evil smirk on her face as she bit into a chicken wing.

 

　”It's pretty good sake and meat.
How about it? Would you like a drink?”

　”No, thanks.
Why don't you drink it all?”

　”And when I'm drunk, this is what I get?”

 

　Aoko used a hand sword to show her head being chopped off.
Well, drinking until drunk upon killing a demon is so old-fashioned that it's become a cliché in a sense.
It is not strange that she has experienced it before.
I just wish she had put a stop to it.

 

　”…but it's surprising how unnoticeable it is.
D*mn it.”

 

　I do not reply to the demon's words, but just spit them out.
It's not surprising that she was able to sneak into the ladies' room in the original story as well.

 

　Aoko-sama, also known as a red-haired blue demon, is indeed a violent, greedy, troublesome, short-tempered, moody, and selfish monster, but she is not a fool and her ability is real.
In fact, she has escaped, albeit narrowly, from the hands of the seven great exorcists who have been alive for a thousand years and have slaughtered many monsters, including ancient deities.
Her wisdom and ability are not small.

 

　Although it is not explicitly stated in the work, players consider it to be a kind of illusion or perception alteration…
This demon was good at sneaking into groups of people.
Even now, she mingles among the human as a matter of course, yet even the members of the Kizuki family, not to mention the same human, do not feel any sense of unease with her.
On the contrary, at night she goes to the feasts of the Kizuki, drinking sake, singing noisily, talking juicy stories, and getting along perfectly well with them.
Although they are trembling with fear of when she will make a scene…

 

　(Even though she has obvious horns…
I remember that when I first met her…)

 

　The scary thing about perception alteration and illusion is that people don't know when they are falling under the curse.
Therefore, it is necessary to always be skeptical and suspicious of things around me, and to check with others to see if there are any discrepancies between what I see and what others see in front of me.
Even so, there are many cases in which I fail to notice.

 

　The four disasters are one and the same.
If I didn't know any better, I wouldn't have been able to recognize this guy as a demon (oni).
It was the knowledge of the original story that helped me to recognize her.
Or maybe it was because of that.
The first time I met this monster, I noticed the change, and that was the beginning of the bad relationship.

 

　”…In any case, I hope you'll behave yourself.
I can't stand it when you do whatever you want.”

 

　Even Fat…
Uemon, who is currently the best fighter in this situation, cannot win against this blue demon.
They clash in several bad endings, but he is usually killed within a few seconds, ten seconds at the most.

 

　”I've known you for a long time, but haven't you been with me? You shouldn't be so cautious, should you?”

 

　The blue demon sits down on the ground with her big breast heaving unceremoniously and slurps down a bottle of sake.
She looks so rude, but I knew she was listening to me.

 

　She also noticed that I was holding a yo-yo-like item and a dagger (tantō) from my hidden place.
Of course, when she saw that I was aware of this, she grinned and showed her canine teeth.

 

　”…What is the use for me to being so friendly with a monster?”

　”You call such a gentle lady a monster?”

　”Don't say that.”

 

　When I immediately respond with an abusive remark, the demon laughs in amusement.
I don't know what's so funny.
Nor I don't want to know.
I'm answering each and every question with my life…

 

　”…!? She's gone, huh?”