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

cold sweat.

 

　Uemon, who had received the most direct blow, involuntarily backed up.
The fact that he was able to get away with it was proof of his skill as an exorcist.
Still, with a trembling mouth, Uemon tried to speak.

 

　”Aoi…”

　”Well then, my respected uncle.
I'll leave first.”

 

　Aoi did not find any more value in the conversation with her uncle.
So she unilaterally terminated the conversation and started to go down the corridor again.
Following behind her is a scared little fox.
Now, Shiro glances at her master…

 

　”Oh, um…
Master…”

　”Really, it's a problem, isn't it?”

 

　Completely ignoring Shiro's call, Aoi opens her mouth.
The girl smiles cruelly, brutally, proudly, arrogantly, and cruelly, with the corners of her mouth lifted up.

 

　”If I take my eyes off him for a moment, bugs will soon be all over him.
But, that's okay.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
I'm not jealous.
In fact, it's meaningless if he's not that much…”

 

　Aoi hides her mouth, or rather her expression, with a fan while declaring so as if making an excuse.
Yes, it is meaningless if he's not that much.
Though the other b*tches may be a second class, still it is pleasant to see them wagging their tails desperately for her beloved guy, and it is a scene that satisfies Aoi's self-esteem enough to monopolize him, to be with him, to be envied by others and to be jealous of him.
It is true.

 

　…But now, this is another story.
Even if she understands it, she is irritated and angry.
And Aoi is a passionate person by nature.

 

　Therefore, no matter how much she tries to hide her face with a fan, no matter how much she tries to deceive the fierceness of her spiritual power, she can't hide her cold but a deep-seated passion that is boiling like lava.

 

　”…I thought he would be safe in the Capital.
But you really do get yourself into a lot of trouble, don't you?”

　”Oh…
uhh…”

 

　The fox girl was too frightened to speak, though she tried to make small talk.
It's not as if the hostility and malice are directed at her.

 

　”Hehe, however, it's my fault too, isn't it? I've caused him a lot of trouble the other day.
I don't mean to atone, but I have to take responsibility.
That's why….”

 

　Aoi, smiling scornfully at the young and incompetent servant.
Then, she declares ruthlessly, cruelly, and coldly.

 

　”…The garbage this time is not so tolerable.”

 

* * *

 

　I felt like I was drowning in water.

 

　”Cough…
Glub…!!?”

 

　In the cold, pitch-black darkness that suddenly engulfed me…
I was drowning and struggling in a world of darkness and night where I couldn't see anything.
I can't breathe.
I can't grasp anything.
I choke.
I'm in pain.
Suffering.
It's painful…!

 

　”Glub…!? Glub, glub, glub…!!!”

 

　When I thought about it, the act of frantically struggling was a pointless act that wasted oxygen…
but it was true that I couldn't help but be in a state of panic when I was suddenly hit in the stomach and smothered by the blow.

 

　”Tsk, I finally found you, you little sh*t!”

 

　How long had it been, tens of seconds or even minutes? In the pitch-black world, I was suddenly grabbed by the neck from behind and dragged out.

 

　It is only a moment later that I am released from the agony.
The next moment I felt a flash of light in my blurred vision, and I closed my eyes, breathing heavily and coughing again and again…
A moment later, I received a hard blow to the abdomen and fell down on my back.

 

　”Cough! Cough…
Gasp…
Cough!!?”

 

　I had no idea what was happening or what the situation was, nor did I have time to think with my brain deprived of oxygen.
All I could do was moan from the severe pain in my stomach and continue to take in oxygen by moving my chest up and down like a fish on land.

 

　”It hurts, you piece of sh*t! Hey, you got anything to stop the blood?”

　”Don't howl at me with that kind of injury.
Anyway, get that weapon out of his hand while you still can.”

　”I'll do it then.
Hold him down while I search him.”

 

　Such voices echoed in my shaky vision…
but my oxygen-deprived brain could only make out fragments of what they meant.
And the situation was not waiting for me to recover.

 

　”Ha~a…
Ha~a…
Ghh!!? Gggg!!!”

 

　Suddenly I feel pressure on my body.
It's probably a knee on top of my lungs.
The pressure makes me squirm.

 

　”Hey Iruka, is this it? The dagger that cut your arm? It's a very good one, isn't it?”

　”Don't look away, Kamui.
Look inside the man's cloak and sleeve.
He's probably hiding a hidden weapon.
Did you get rid of the shikigami that was stuck to him too?”

　”Of course.
It was very sophisticated and imposing…
but it's all just paper.”

 

　A mocking laugh echoes through the room.
With what little reason I had left, I turned my eyes in that direction and caught a glimpse of several shikigami, cut to shreds, lying on the floor convulsively.
They were relatively bulky, probably more for combat than surveillance or covert action.
They shuddered slightly and then took one look at me, and the next moment they stopped functioning and collapsed into a limp heap.

 

　(Haha…
I don't know which one or who they are…
but they've been following me this long, huh? Although I half-knew…
but…
this is a shocking thing, isn't it?)

 

　I laugh in my foggy consciousness.
I know that these people have their own ideas, and I've seen it once with youkai mother, but it's sickening to see it again.

 

　What's funny is that I had anticipated it, but I didn't feel any sign of it.
I feel so stupid.
Perhaps some of them were there purely for escort duty…
but I can't say I don't feel relief that the stalking shikigami have been exterminated once and for all.

 

　(…The problem is that they probably won't just overlook me…)

 

　While I was thinking about this, one of the men snapped his fingers.
At the same time, a blue-white flame burst forth, and the remains of the shikigami were reduced to ashes.
It did not seem to be a mere flame.
Perhaps they used that flame to “break off ties” the Shikigami (or, more precisely, the remains of the Shikigami) so that it could not be traced.

 

　”So now we can't be traced.
Let's go and inspect your belongings, shall we?”

 

　And then I was robbed of my belongings like a duck being plucked for its feathers.

 

　”…Hmm, you're hiding a lot more than I thought.
You're very well equipped for the capital, with all these shikigami watching over you.”

 

　The Kizuki family is not so carefree as to make me, their escort, sit by the side of the escort object unarmed in the safety of the capital.
…But those were stripped off one after another before they were put to use.
The same goes for so-called charms and talismans to ward off bad luck.

 

　A total of eleven items, including a dagger (tantō), kunai, poisoned needles, sling, and amulets hidden in various places stripped off…
my clothes were also taken from me, and I was forced to stand up naked, and the next moment I was pushed onto a crude chair.
Then, I was roughly tied to the chair with a rough rope.

 

　”…!?”

 

　Then I understood that the rough rope was not only a simple physical restraint but also contained a protection that blocked the flow of spiritual power and sealed it.
On top of the rope, a charm is carefully attached.

 

　(Some kind of thug…
or what?)

 

　I barely gather my thoughts in my chaotic consciousness.

 

　(Ah…
right…
I'm sure I was…
I was guarding that brat…!)

 

　I was chasing that little blonde girl in a bookstore and she was kidnapped right in front of me.
Then suddenly a hand appeared from the bookshelf, as if it had floated out of the water, and held her.
So I tried to help her as soon as I could, but a hand reached out from behind me and covered my mouth…

 

　(…is that the guy?)

 

　A moment after she sinks into the wall, I remember that I cut the hand behind me with a gorilla-sama's dagger, though shallowly.
Then, now in the hazy vision, I catch a figure with a cloth for stopping bleeding wrapped around his arm.
It must be this man.

 

　”…Have you come to your senses by now, Kizuki's servant?”

 

　His words are dimly heard, and my unfocused eyes widen.
There was a figure looking down at me from the front.
The man wearing a plain-colored cloak seemed to be middle-aged from the quality of his voice, around forty or so.
His tone was grave.

 

　”Wh-who are…
you guys…?”

 

　The answer to that question was a blow.
A young man in his 20s or so, whom I had slashed on the arm, swung at my cheek and punched me.
There was a thud, a sickening sound.

 

　”Ggh…!?”

　”Don't say anything other than what you're told, you inferior piece of sh*t!”

 

　At the same time as the angry voice, I became aware of a pain spreading across my face and the sensation of blood flowing from the edge of my mouth.
It was as if my mouth had been cut open.

 

　”Hey Iruka, stop it! Forgive my men for their misbehavior.
But it's because you resisted in vain.
You should have stayed quiet…”

 

　He stops the injured young man, whom he calls Iruka, by solemnly raising his hand, and declares to me.
Is he the leader of the group?

 

　(They're not the original character, are they?)

 

　There is no reason why I have to meet a character from the original game every time I encounter it.
Therefore, there is nothing strange about the fact that I don't know them.
That said, the way he just said that…

 

　”…Ah, I forgot to tell you our position.
I'm Ryuuto, a judicial officer belonging to the Danjo-dai (Imperial Prosecuting and Investigating Office).”

 

　That word…
the moment I understood the meaning of it, I was deeply shaken inside.

 

　”Now, tell me the details of the incident at the underground tunnels the other day, will you?”

 

　The man who called himself “Ryuuto” said to me with a cold look in his eyes, as if he was looking at something cold.