I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

A huge mansion on a low hill. In one of those rooms, he looked down with cold eyes at the Lord of the Mansion, where Chartier had become an unspeakable piece of flesh.

Flesh pieces... The originally dead Demons were quite powerful beings and could be said to be the bosses of the demons living around here. And at the same time, it was unnecessary garbage for the orderly demonic world that Chartier was trying to make.

Deciding to bring order to the demonic world, and moving in earnest, Chartier was trying to do two things first and foremost.

The first is the mere existence of fattening and fattening the private belly and the beast ramming around at will… the cleaning of garbage that disturbs the peace of the demonic world, and the demon clan that this time wiped it out also falls under it.

This demonic tribe had an extremely brutal character, attacking and destroying settlements of powerless and disobedient races, and killing the inhabitants it had taken in an extremely brutal manner.

So Chartier slaughtered this demon tribe, and all his men that followed it, without any trouble at all.

I could have erased the mansion as it was and erased the bodies and traces...... Chartier headed to the basement of the mansion before doing so for another priority.

The other thing she prioritizes is securing her own hands and feet of subordination. No matter how powerful Chartier may be, it is difficult for him alone to root throughout the vast demonic realm.

My eyes, my ears, my work, my faithful subordination... I take my feet to the basement in search of sole.

A torture chamber for the demons that Chartier killed to leave those who grabbed them in their lust. The room, located in the basement of the mansion, was filled with the smell of blood.

Bloody torture fears placed unconstitutionally everywhere, worn bodies rolling over the edge of the room and emitting rotten odors. Chartier looks at the sights that would freak him out if he were a regular person, without moving a single eyebrow.

"Uh-huh, is that off? Aren't they all dead or heartbroken dolls...... I guess that means they were idiots who didn't know how to add or subtract. Oh, man, I ended up wasting my legs. - Oh?

……

Chartier's gaze, who could not find someone to fulfill his glances and exhaled, found a united demon clan in the corner of the room.

A young girl tied to a chain...... Chartier smiled at her mouth when she saw those eyes, stained with dark colors but not losing light.

For that girl, this was hell. One day, suddenly, a settlement inhabited by a girl was raided.

All those who fought were killed, and those who remained were brought to this mansion... to this hellish room.

No more fellow girls, all desperate after torture that made them want to cover their eyes in front of the girl. Only the girl still survives this way because, for one thing, her appearance was beautiful.

No matter what, she was also subjected to numerous forms of torture. But torture could never continue until death, as the others did.

The demonic tribe of this mansion, with its warped sexuality, liked to see the girl's face dyed in despair, a beautiful appearance, and did not like it.

That's why only the girl kept being kept alive in this hell.

Hell that seemed like it would last forever... was suddenly wiped out one day by just one demon clan.

"... hey, that characteristic dark neighborhood... that's a hernite mare. Oh? 'One eye peeled', right? Speaking of which, would the Hell's Nightmare eyeballs be the raw material for powerful psychotropic drugs?"

……

Demons in robes speaking in such a bright tone that they are incompatible with the torture chamber...... What the hell was the sentiment the girl who saw Chartier had about this demon tribe? It was the most genuine thing.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I killed all the demons in this mansion."

"Huh!?

The girl was stunned when she opened her remaining eyes wide, as if told to talk to the public, but quickly turned to a convinced look.

The magic that Chartier wraps around is so powerful that even girls with no combat experience find it out of the standard. Indeed, that is how I understood that this demon clan of robes would bury that demon clan easily.

"So you were lucky. You'll be free to leave here, won't you?

……

Free from this hell...... when I heard that word and understood what it meant, it sprang up in the girl's heart...... it was unspeakable discomfort.

I should have hoped hell would end. I should have wanted to be free. But I don't have any appeasement for the girl right now. All I have is drooling black emotions......

Seeing such a girl's reaction, Chartier grins deeply in her robe when she says it's what she expects.

"... are you sorry?

"... Huh?

"Do you hate the Demons who put themselves in such an eye? Do you hate your fellow countrymen for not protecting you? Don't you hate me for coming here to help? Or... my weakness that 'myself who had no power to kill that demon tribe' had to give in to irrational violence... hate it?

……

Chartier's words like incitement...... the moment I heard it, the girl understood the black emotions that had sprung up in her heart.

Yes, the girl couldn't wait to regret that "with her own hands, I couldn't destroy this hell" was "I couldn't kill that demon tribe who hated me".

As Chartier put it... I couldn't help but hate myself.

"... hate"

"I guess."

"I hate my weak self! I couldn't fight. I hate myself! Give me that crumb! I hate myself for not being able to kill you!!

"... good eyes. Excellent."

... The girl was suitable for Chartier's glances. I live in madness, but I don't freak out about it, and I endure all my teeth.

The more the mind cannot afford, the easier it is to imprint. Easy to make dependent.

"... Do you want power?

".............................. I want"

"Fine, if you want, I can train you up! Instead…"

"Gu!?

Chartier pulls her finger over the collar attached to the girl's neck as she removes the hood of her robe.

A girl sounded like she was going to suffer from the shock, but she utters words as she gazed into just one of the girls' eyes, regardless of that.

"You, be my hand. Be my foot... as my eyes, as my ears, abandon everything and serve me"

……

"That way I get the power you wanted. I can change my position from being taken away to being taken away. Come on, what do we do?

……

The word of solicitation from the overwhelming strong spreads to the girl's heart as if it were poison. This is what the Absolute, who crushed easily the hell in which he was placed, says... 'Be my thing'...

That's when the girl's heart ran over with unbearable comfort. Oh, I said I was born to be ruled by this man... and the girl was so convinced with a distorted heart.

"I will. To your subordination...... I swear. Perpetual loyalty to you..."

When I realized it, words fell out of my mouth naturally.

Then shortly afterwards the chain that was tying the girl will be broken and the girl's limbs will be free. But the girl never moved a step off the spot. Because her Lord has not yet given instructions......

Chartier tells the girl as she turns her back as she walks outside the room.

"My name is Chartier...... remember. Well, I'll be there. You are… 'Pandora'. From now on, name me that."

"Yes, everything as Chartier wills..."

The moment she was given a name by Chartier, the girl forgot her name from Assari and her past. If it's something you don't need anymore, you say it's a symbol you'll never name again... truncate it as a matter of course.

Then stand up according to Chartier's instructions and follow them. With intense madness in his eyes and no loyalty there......

It should be noted that Chartier's own behavior at this time awakened Pandora's sexuality, which she hadn't even noticed, was a complete miscalculation.

Moreover, the abusive qualities acquired by the Dandruff Demons for getting a taste of hell and intense hatred merged in the worst possible way with the sexuality that favoured the abuse they were born with...... a tremendous perversion was born: dos and dms, which later Chartier was to hold his head.