A dining room where children flock to one long desk. It was when Panilla (Rene) was having a light soup and bread dinner in that dim room to save light.
"Panilla, come to my room today before bed"
Passing behind me, the director of the orphanage left me saying.
"Panilla" didn't know the director's name. I don't even know what kind of history it is. At least he was already Dean when 'Panilla' came to the orphanage, and he's still the same Dean.
He was an old man, bald-headed like a meat dumpling.
Because it's an orphanage with a temple, or the dean always wears monk clothes. Probably used to work for the temple when I was younger. But it's not like we can use sacred magic. Most of all, the majority of clergy can't use sacred magic, so it's not unusual.
"Yes, Dean."
Panilla (Rene) was responding like nothing, but was reading Dean's mind with his ability to perceive emotions.
Perhaps this is what the Thames River looked like during the industrial revolution, Panilla (Rene) thought.
Panilla (Rene) sighs when she snags a quick meal.
It's a small thing before it matters, but I didn't expect this kind of extra event to happen.
- Give me extra time.
Panilla (Rene) had rechecked the operation she had prepared in advance in her head.
The Dean's Office was still a hard looking place in a poor orphanage.
Even so, there are just a few simple pieces of furniture, such as bookshelves and desks for office work. The next room was the dean's bedroom, where the dean lived.
"Well done, Panilla. Well, hang it there."
When Panilla (Rene) entered the room, the Dean greeted her lovingly.
Panilla (Rene) sits there, advised of a chair.
"Viscount McGregor will be here tomorrow. You know about the Viscount, don't you?
"Yes, a donation is made so that we can eat and live every day."
"Even so. You know perfectly well."
The Dean nodded in disdain at Panilla's exemplary response.
The orphanage is funded by the temple, but it's tough to do just that.
Seeking donations from knights, bourgeoisies, and the general public was a natural thing to do anywhere.
This orphanage has received donations there from Viscount McGregor.
The orphans also met Viscount McGregor, who visits the orphanage from time to time, to say a ceremonial thank you.
However, Tracy was grasping that most of the pure wealth was disappearing into Dean's nostalgia... or almost certainly so.
Of course the orphans, including 'Panilla', don't know what's going on behind them.
"We have to thank the Viscount properly. This time, I want to entrust you with the role. [M]
I'm going to coach you, Viscount, so that you don't have a crude face. "
"Instruction......?
The Dean smiled.
Shit, and it sounded like scratching a sticky bump.
-... I can't believe they call me at this time.
Exploring the memory of "Panilla," she knew nothing about the back of this orphanage.
So I thought you wouldn't be targeted like this, but it depends.
I knew what was going on in this orphanage when Tracy, the informant, asked me before I infiltrated it.
Maybe why Viscount McGregor is visiting this orphanage every now and again in support of it.
The price is the children's flesh.
- It's good to think about what to do just in case.
The gess man in front of you equals zero combat ability.
Well, it will be hard for the children to defy because they have the stature and power of adult men, but for the “Princess Rose of Grievances” the weak are no different from babies.
But I can't kill you here.
If the dean who should welcome the Viscount disappears, he will miss the Viscount.
It's NG to turn it into a Revenant. Holy Beast surveillance networks all over the city are watching for signs of the undead.
So first we manipulate the memory of the Dean and plant a false memory that "instruction" to Panilla is done.
They're going to be suspicious because of the aftermath of memory manipulation if it stays that way, but then the dean will be asked to catch the right cold. Have a cold that's not enough to come and show the clergy.
The plague of ambiguity that exists in this world is the family of the Evil God.
Rene, who specializes in curse magic, remains thoughtless enough to make others sick.
The point is, you just have to refrain from meeting people for a few days. Even if you met someone and said something weird, you'd think it was the fever.
The possibility of Viscount McGregor matching the visit... well, you wouldn't have to worry about it. He's just looking down on civilians, and he's in a position to give money against orphanages. I don't think the dean cares about that to the point of being sick and stopping visiting.
At least we'll be able to buy time until we kill Viscount McGregor and Rene withdraws.
That's enough.
The Dean comes close in casual footsteps.
"Take off your clothes, Panilla"
His hand grabbed his shoulder (...) (...).
At that time, a lightning bolt rushed through Panilla's body. It conveys a different sensation to the cerebral cord.
Some memories came back in the Rene, like a clear chase experience.
My head and core of my body felt like I was getting white and paralyzed and cold.
My hands tremble.
My heartbeat gets severe.
My breath hurts.
Something stabs him in the chest and tightens him.
I know this emotion.
This.
-... fear.
"Hih...!
Panilla (Rene) screamed softly.
The dean is holding onto his shoulder firmly.
Panilla (Rene) was afraid.
I don't even have the power to fight, just to be a despicable man.
Panilla (Rene) was afraid.
Panilla (Rene) was afraid.
"Ohhh? You seem to know what I'm gonna do.... a child who shouldn't."
Dean deepens his grin. The black glow of desire came into his eyes.
Panilla (Rene) was afraid.
- Manipulate your memory... make you sick... camouflage like there was nothing...
In your head, repeat what you need to do next. Repeat in a tight fashion.
Panilla (Rene) was afraid.
I can't stand in your way. What can this man do?
Panilla (Rene) was afraid.
"Is this your first time? Or have you been through it?
All right, let's get out of this. You don't have to be afraid. Yes, nothing, nothing to be afraid of.
Relax and give yourself up. Because it makes me feel better soon... "
Something is loud.
It was my own back teeth. I tremble and the roots of my teeth don't fit.
Panilla (Rene) was afraid.
"I'll teach you so you can deal with the Viscount properly. Everything."
Cold stone world.
An eye-catching naked man.
Grasping hands.
The memory of 'torture'.
"Yes, no, no, no, no, no, no!
The next moment.
The magic of the "impact bullet (shock ball)" unleashed by Panilla (Rene) without chant had hit the dean directly, turning his body into an organic wall stain.