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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Four carriages.
Between them, dozens of knights were walking in rows.
One was a carriage for transporting prisoners, and the other three were carriages for transporting the knight order’s supplies. But in one of them, unlike its original purpose, something unexpected was loaded.
“Whew…”
What was loaded was a person. Not in his early 20s, but a man who looked to be in his mid-teens.
Originally, he would have been a robust man with a bulky and solid physique commonly seen at a gym, but having crossed over to this other world, he had changed into someone like a well-managed male idol trainee…
That man’s name was Delrin.
Knight Captain Neiva, who had defeated Pilmark and returned, commanded her knights,
[As for the food supplies loaded in this carriage, divide and place them on each of your horses. In the space thus emptied, allow this gentleman here to lie down and travel.]
“Huuuuh…”
Due to that command, Delrin, receiving the consideration of the knights, was resting comfortably, lying down in the carriage.
On the fluffy cloth where his body was placed, a tingling pain came over him. In his dazed head, the bandits’ hideout flickered.
Life there was like a dream. Of course, it wasn’t a good dream, but rather closer to a long nightmare.
Not only the sexual exploitation that constantly confused his mind, but also terrifying oppression and control that would likely not even exist in the military…
Of course, he was someone who hadn’t even been to the military, but anyway, he could be sure it was a place worse than the military.
The only difference was being subjected to it by women instead of men.
If you said it was always like hell, that would be a lie, but living as a sex slave, being the target of ridicule and mockery most of the time, was certainly not a happy thing.
Among them, there were indeed some who enjoyed the situation of being squeezed by women, but since Delrin was not of such taste, he experienced mental limits several times.
Also, what made him afraid was Pilmark’s frantic appearance that he faced with his own eyes until the end.
And the killing intent and love he felt within it.
Delrin was too confused about how killing intent and love could possibly be felt simultaneously.
What he had seen, or what he had dreamed of as love, was only pure and innocent love where a man and woman naturally met and developed affection for each other.
He had believed that such love, where they cherished and considered each other, would find him someday.
Why was he suffering, having fallen into such a crazy world?
“Fyuh…”
He tightly closed his eyes and tore at his hair.
Stress and anxiety seemed to cause such actions.
Although he had overcome one hurdle, not even a little bit of psychological stability arose.
His future still felt bleak. His heart, which had hit a great wall, wasn’t easily gaining strength, and his severely broken pride felt as if it had been split in two.
He thus recalled the past. Not the events at the hideout, but the events from his familiar hometown called Earth.
“Huu…”
There, he lived a quite ordinary life.
He was an ordinary man, he studied ordinarily, he played ordinarily, and he lived in an ordinary house with his ordinary family.
If there was anything a little special, it was that unlike others, he had a quite fair and delicate appearance.
And that he possessed a neutral personality fitting that appearance.
Of course, because of that, no one tormented or teased him.
He was just sometimes the target of jokes.
However, to himself, that small characteristic seemed like a far too big complex and disadvantage. The gazes and looks of those around him always seemed to glare at him and curse inside. That was how it felt to him.
When the girls talked about him saying things like, ‘He’s a guy but his skin is good,’ ‘He’s like a younger brother and cute,’ ‘I want to hug him,’ etc., his insides always burned.
Why was I only hearing those kinds of things? Other guys weren’t like that. Why? Why… The question ‘Why’ always dug into him.
Ah.
A complex that festered deep within the heart was bound to eat away at a person in the end. There was no exception.
Everyone lived carrying one weakness within their heart.
They might feel stupid. They might feel they had no money. They might feel they had no charm. They might feel they had no potential. They might feel their personality was terrible. They might feel they were strange. They might feel they were only wasting time… However, there weren’t many who compromised with that weakness.
Most avoided weaknesses or didn’t accept the fact that they had weaknesses and turned their eyes away from reality.
However, Delrin tried to overcome his weakness. He was that kind of man.
Thinking that if he honed his body and bulked up, no one would tease him by saying he was like a woman, he started working out at the gym in high school. Thanks to persistent effort, he was able to lift weights that drew the attention of others. Furthermore, he gained a reliable physique and was able to flaunt his masculinity. (Of course, those around him didn’t particularly think he was manly.)
To him, muscles were a weapon, and the best escape that filled his own weakness.
“Fuck…”
However, here, all of his reliable muscles had become lean muscles that were beautiful to look at.
There was simply nowhere for him to rely on.
He was already broken when he was caught by the bandits and taken while unable to move.
The [Cultivating a Manly Spirit] that he had devoted himself to every day since gaining a healthy body was shattered by the merciless reverse rape. Phrases like [Manly Sincere Sex] that he had ardently desired along with the unconscious wish to fill his complex left no trace.
Even when he deliberately masturbated, he only watched things with the tags ‘one-on-one pure love AV’ or ‘Rape’ or ‘Forced’!
Even if it meant frowning, he had thoroughly explored all sorts of web novels, giving himself self-affirmations and hypnosis!
“Save”
[Save point setting complete!]
No. He would cast away weak thoughts.
He couldn’t just sit down like this and cry like a girl anymore.
Crying didn’t solve anything.
In the end, it would only make his heart gloomy and make him hate himself! He was different from before! He was a proper adult, and a robust man! Good. He would do it. He would escape this foolish world defiantly, return to his original world, and give that author bastard a refreshing slap across the face.
Just as Delrin was steeling his resolve again, the carriage stopped, and someone knocked.
-Knock knock
“Mr. Delrin?”
“Ah, Yes…!” Delrin quickly turned his head towards the direction of the sound.
“Ah, goodness! P-Please don’t worry. Just… I figured there might be something uncomfortable, so I just… Hmm. Ahem!”
The one who came was Neiva. She, who had been shedding blood just moments before protecting him, flushed her face bright red and rolled her eyes.
“There are no uncomfortable places. Thank you for saving me. I almost died.”
“Not at all. It was just my duty as a knight to step forward.”
‘Why is she like that?’
Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Delrin thought for a moment about what was wrong, then noticed that not only Neiva but also the surrounding knights were looking at him with dazed expressions.
Their gazes were directed towards his defenseless collarbone and neck, and some gazes were even glancing down below.
“H-Here, wear this at least. You guys! What are you looking at!” Neiva quickly covered the carriage entrance with her body and handed Delrin a large cloth-like thing.
When he unfolded it, he saw that it had roughly made holes for the neck and arms. It seemed Neiva had personally made the holes.
“Thank you…” Delrin hurriedly put on the piece of cloth like clothes and covered his body. It was the first time he was not naked since coming to this other world.
Only after Delrin had covered his body did Neiva let out a sigh of relief and step aside from the entrance.
“Ah, no. It was just that I didn’t carry men’s clothes, so I was only sorry I couldn’t give you anything but this rough thing.”
“No. I am satisfied with this too. Thank you for your consideration.”
“Hmm…”
“Erm…”
Along with those words, their conversation didn’t continue for a moment and created an awkward silence. The one who broke the silence first was Neiva.
“Uh, there! You don’t have to worry anymore. As for Pilmark, my subordinates and I will take responsibility and behead her, so you won’t encounter her again.”
“Ah, Yes…”
At the words about beheading, Delrin hesitated for a moment.
Of course, she was a woman who had tried to kill him, but to think that the woman he had pressed skin against just a few hours ago would die.
“Thank you.”
Still, he didn’t stop her. He wasn’t in a position to worry about someone dying.
Until just before, he himself had been in danger of dying.
“Let’s go to Albator with us just as you are. We will escort you safely there.”
Neiva, holding her two hands tightly together in front of her chest, with a pose as if saying ‘just leave it to me’, gazed at Delrin intently.
Her unwavering eyes, wrapped tightly all over with bandages…
“Would that be alright?”
“Of course. Helping others is an unparalleled honor for a knight, so please, without declining, come with us.”
“I ask for your favor.”
“Ah, I understood! From now on, only me… No, just trust us.”
Neiva, beyond her slightly flushed face, smiled brightly. It was a truly pure and clear smile.
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