Chapter 30 – Be My Toilet
Early night.
To explain it on a global basis, you have to go to medieval Europe.
In medieval Europe, the owner of a manor owned his serfs.
Serfs are people too, so they should get married and have more offspring.
When such people get married, the bride has the right to spend the first night with her master, the lord, rather than the groom, and offer her virginity first.
The parallel world of Fantasia also has a very similar worldview to that of medieval Europe.
So, as the lord of this place, I intend to exercise my right to the first night rightfully.
There are women who are already married and have children, so what kind of first night right?
Just my heart
Do that.
In any case, Cheryl and May quickly woke up the village women and gathered them in the clearing.
The women who staggered along, rubbing their sleepy eyes, widen their eyes when they saw the village men chained up in the yard of the village chief’s house.
“Hey, what happened to this?”
“Everybody quiet!”
Everyone goes quiet when I scream.
However, the gaze of the serf women on me is not good.
Of course.
Suddenly, a noble-looking guy appears, beats up a village man, and ties him up, but looking at it with a good eye, that’s strange.
“First of all, old people and young children go in. Because you might see something you can’t see.”
“I don’t know who you are, but even we old people need to hear what’s going on with the noble lord!”
At my words, only a few elderly people in the village open their mouths in a fit of rage.
“Chief, what are you going to do? Shall I keep saying it like this?”
“…Elders, please take the children and go in first.”
“No, but I need to know what’s going on…”
“Please.”
As if the miserable feelings of the village chief had been conveyed, several elderly people led their children to their homes.
Well, I want as few people as possible to know that they were human beings.
Even if I die, I don’t want to tell the kids especially.
When the elderly and children entered, only 20 women in their 20s to 40s were left.
The village men belonging to the young axis who attacked me were 15, but the women were 21, 6 more.
As expected, in the old days, there were so many wars that people were forced to work or something, so it was said that there were more women than men in every village, so it seems to be true.
“Noble lord, now tell me what happened and why you tied my husband and son like animals.”
A woman in an unflattering tone speaks as her representative, placing her hands on her waist.
“What is your name?”
“Elisab. The man over there is my husband and the village chief.”
Aha, are you the wife of the village chief and the mother of the village chief’s son?
She is definitely a village representative woman, so she is a face that can be seen in such a poor village.
The healthy brown skin tanned by the sun, and distinct features.
And Nong-Ik in her early 40s, who took good care of her, her breasts and figure are strangely curvy.
She looks a bit like an leadern woman.
It feels like the heroine of the animation Pocahontas that I glanced at while passing by on Earth.
“I won’t have much to say. These men here tried to poison me and take turns raping my women while I put you to sleep.”
Thud
At my shocking words, the women look at each other with confused eyes.
And Elisha stood up as a representative again and shouted.
“It can’t be! How nice are the men in my village, how could they have done such a thing?”
Still don’t believe it
It must be hard to believe that the men who had been doing well until now were actually cubs of beasts.
“Kyaaaaa fountain! Sam is dead!”
I just found it.
A village woman cries out and becomes restless near the man I dismembered.
Then, shedding tears, she glared at me.
How are you?
“Why did you kill Sam?”
“He was the only one who tried to stab me in the back with a knife. Thanks to you, my side is torn.”
“You could have forgiven me though! My only son is black! Aristocratic Nari is really too good. How can you be so merciless!”
And then weep and weep in front of me.
It’s ridiculous.
Fuck then I’m about to die, will you save me in the meantime?
You just don’t like the death of your son, do you?
Nothing to do with it other than your son killing me and raping my women.
There is a slang used to call these bitches on Earth.
Mom-chung.
These kind of motherfuckers were the ones who ate society in Korea as well.
Girls who are infinitely generous to their children and endlessly strict with others.
What kind of bitches will the children raised by these bitches become when they grow up?
It’s just raising young people like Ji.
It’s a very vicious cycle.
It’s a relief that Fantasia was able to punish these idiots.
“Young men can make mistakes in a moment because their blood is soaring. Why are you like this?”
“…I can’t. May, go to the village chief’s house and bring back the wine glass these guys gave me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Mei also looked at the weeping woman with cold eyes, and at my words, she gasped and went into the house and came out with a wooden goblet of wine.
I took the wooden cup and held it out to the woman who resented me for the loss of her son.
“Drink this. This is the wine your son recommended to me. They say it’s a special-grade wine that has been aged for 10 years.”
The woman suddenly looks at me with a look of incomprehension when I offer her a drink.
“If you drink this wine, I will apologize to you and pay the price for killing my son in front of you.”
“…Really?”
“Have you seen a noble talk twice? I will take responsibility and apologize and provide at least material compensation.”
The village woman looks up and down me suspiciously.
What?
Does a serf girl look at an aristocratic man that way?
This is a really cheeky old man.
“Hey Lina, you can’t drink that…”
“Hey, do you want a hole in your neck?”
The village chief opened his mouth, but when Cheryl’s rapier landed on the tip of his neck and blood began to form, he finally shut his mouth.
“Come on, drink. It’s a drink that you’ll never drink in your lifetime as a lowly four-year-old. I think it’s a good experience.”
“…Even if the aristocratic lord apologized, no material thing would be able to compensate for the sorrow in my heart at the loss of my son. At least an apology would make me feel better.”
You’re doing a lot of shit.
The woman finally begins to gulp the wine.
One shot one shot one shot
How long are you going to make me dance on my shoulders?
Look at my shoulders
You’re dislocated
Big hum.
Let’s get sane again.
Having emptied her wine, she glared at me again.
“Now, since the wine has been emptied as the minister said, apologize as she promised…”
“Why can’t you finish talking?”
“…Keep it, do it!”
Clink
The wooden cup rolls across the floor making a loud noise.
And the village woman’s face turns red, then white, then blue.
Oh.
A person’s face color can vary so much.
“Reena!”
“Keuk! Kyaaagh!”
The eyes of the woman who had been screaming strangely widened and her eyeballs protruded as if they were about to pop out.
Tears of blood began to flow from his bloodshot eyes.
Buck buck buck
Her throat is burning as she scratches her neck with her fingernails.
The sight of how hard she scratched her fingernails and all the flesh of her neck was ripped, leaving the skin on her hands and bleeding.
All the villagers turned their heads away from the horror of the horror.
“Aghgh! Alive! Shut up!”
No moms
What were you trying to feed your son?
I don’t think that’s at the level of cyanide or sulfuric acid, right?
Did you mix any cement?
Really, let’s see Count Werner go back later, right?
Our sweet mothers?
Dump
In the end, the woman dripped her blood into her chil-gong and fell down and never got up again.
“This. She tried to apologize, but the person to ask for her guilt has disappeared.”
As long as their brains don’t become udon, even the ignorant village serfs will know what this is all about.
The thought that if they did something wrong, the aristocratic ruler would have become like that woman, and the fact that their husbands and sons had done something big.
“You still can’t believe it? Elisha, how are you? Are you denying reality?”
Elisha, the village chief’s wife, has become a mute after eating honey.
After choosing her words for a while, she opens her mouth in a locked voice.
“I want to hear from him directly. I mean how it happened.”
“Yeah, that would be fine too. Chief!”
At my words, Cheryl lifts the head of the village head from the back and puts it in front of Elisha.
Eye contact between the two.
Elisha is looking at the village chief with earnest eyes, and the village chief is somehow ignoring her gaze.
“Honey, isn’t it? Is the aristocratic man lying? You really didn’t mean to poison the master like that and do that to those ladies. Right?”
Quit-quick.
If I were the village chief, I would want to bite my tongue right now.
But the village chief is a man without the courage to do so.
In the end, the village chief spoke quietly with a voice the size of an ant.
However, there were no village women who could not hear the voice of the village chief because their son-in-law was too quiet.
“Mi-I’m sorry, Elisha. I have no face.”
“No! Say no! How could this be? You and all the men in the village joined in?”
Elisha shouted in an incredulous voice.
Then Cheryl, who was next to her, sarcastically held her hand.
“Even that man tied up there didn’t even sleep with his wife for several days in order to violate me.”
“I beg your pardon? Self! What do you mean? Was that really the reason you avoided it because you said you were tired?”
At Cheryl’s words, one of the village women jumps out and looks at the tied-up man with eyes stained with betrayal.
The man hangs his head and says nothing.
The atmosphere has completely gone.
Now, the women in the village are silent and try to understand the situation in a daze.
Driven by this momentum, the verdict was passed on to the villagers.
“As you all know, insulting a nobleman is punishable by summary execution. But the men of Krass Manor didn’t have enough insults, so they poisoned me and tried to gang-rape my women. It’s okay to wipe out the entire village. Do you have any objections?”
Of course there will be no objection.
If there is, it’s not a human baby.
Naturally, the villagers wept and knelt in front of me.
“I was wrong, get better. Please forgive me.”
“Lord, we made a big mistake because we were ignorant and didn’t learn. If you forgive me this once, I will never let this happen again.”
“Please! Help me! I don’t want to die. Whoops!”
The whole village became a sea of tears.
I expected this situation.
And now the negotiations begin.
Flash
When I raise my hand, the crying villagers all stop crying and focus on my words.
“So I’d like to make a suggestion to you.”
“What suggestions do you have?”
“Honestly, ladies. You are also a victim Isn’t it?”
That’s right
Didn’t these guys take sleeping pills and fall asleep without knowing anything?
If I had been poisoned and Cheryl and May had been raped, in the end these women would have been victims of their husbands or boyfriends cheating on them.
The women nod their heads with anxious faces at my words.
“So I propose to you. The men are the instigators, so they cannot be saved. But you women, I will spare you.”
“No! Please save my husband too!”
“How is my son doing?”
“Please save Michael! I’d rather die in your place!”
“Quiet! I’m not done talking yet.”
Wow, real nice bitches.
The boys left them alone and tried to rape and murder other women, but they said they would die instead.
Seeing these kind-hearted girls, the desire to possess soars.
“I will tell you how to live with both.”
“What is that? I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Please! I will do anything if you tell me how.”
I talk about the idea that came to my head while watching the women looking at me with desperate eyes.
“Be my toilet. Then I will save everyone.”
