Is this…the Evil Demon Society?
Cass’s mind was clear, but his entire body was paralyzed.
Inside the massive helmet, sweat poured down like rain.
Now, he had no choice but to fully believe Siloque’s words.
At the same time, he felt conflicted.
Myut was willing to guide everyone, to lead the team in killing monsters and even give up experience points, humble and gentle to all.
But her ultimate goal—
Was to kill everyone?
Had she been acting the entire time?
With the power to kill everyone instantly, she could have wiped out the entire group on the first floor.
Why wait until the second floor to make her move?
Cass couldn’t understand the meaning behind this action.
Or did Myut just enjoy watching people die at their happiest?
Had she secretly looked down on us while helping us the whole time…?
No, that wasn’t the point right now.
Cass pushed thoughts of Myut aside for the moment.
The biggest problem now was his own inability to move.
The last time he’d seen such a scene was in a novel where the female protagonist was drugged by a yandere male lead, fell into a deep sleep, and was dressed in a beautiful dress and locked away in an isolated mansion where no one could find her—
Reading it, the male lead’s deep love and obsession seemed touching.
But when it happened to himself—
How terrifying! It was just too scary!
There was nothing romantic about it.
I’ll never read another imprisonment story again!
No matter what someone does to others, being the one forced to watch helplessly, unable to resist, was sheer terror.
The fear of losing control over one’s own body was overwhelming.
…Hmm? Wait…
His fingers—he could curl them slightly.
Right, Siloque had made him take a magic potion, a bitter, sour, and astringent detoxification potion.
No wonder he bought so many tools and potions, he had anticipated this from the start…!
Still, he could have at least told me in advance!
Anyway, if this continued, he should gradually regain control of his body.
Cass now understood why Siloque said to wait for his signal before moving—Myut’s Lv32 combat power made it impossible for the two of them to act rashly.
Damn it, Jade and Weiss! They didn’t take the antidote!
Cass kept his body still, moving only his eyes.
But with thick metal gear blocking his vision, he could see very little.
Myut laid Weiss flat on the ground, then dragged Jade beside her, arranging them in a mutual embrace.
From her chest, she took out a large number of withered branches, arranging them in a circle around Jade and Weiss.
At the bottom center of the circle, she placed a special symbol.
When she ran out of materials, she summoned a scythe with her gift, scraped moss from the stone walls, and continued the arrangement.
Then, she took a can of gasoline from her sleeve and poured it over the circle, the pungent smell filling the room.
She did all of this calmly, methodically.
What exactly was she doing?
Then she walked over to Cass, the familiar gentle smile on her face.
Thud, thud, thud.
His heart pounded with fear as Cass tried to close his eyes.
He couldn’t help but recall the torn, bloody body of General Ox.
Sweat dripped into his eyes.
He wondered if Myut had noticed his act.
He stayed ready to draw his sword at any moment.
Fortunately, nothing special happened.
Myut picked up Cass, placed him beside Jade and Weiss, then gathered everyone’s equipment into the circle—including the sword Cass had just maintained.
“Good children, you will surely meet again in the Golden Land.”
?
Cass couldn’t understand.
Now only Siloque remained outside the circle.
Siloque’s breathing was steady.
He didn’t move.
In the game, the final effect of the drug was to stun, but there were fifteen types, and one had to find the corresponding antidote and tool to detoxify.
Luckily, this time Myut’s drug was simple—a potent sleeping agent, slightly processed, judging by the mental fatigue.
As expected of the highest-grade detox magic potion that cost Cass a fortune, it covered all fifteen types.
Now, as long as Siloque wanted, he could jump up at any time.
But of course, he wouldn’t do that.
Myut’s ritual wasn’t over.
Next, she would place everyone in the circle, recite a prayer praising the god she served—Izabilis, and light a fire, burning everyone to death in their sleep.
Myut truly cared for everyone—and also truly wanted to kill them.
These two things were not contradictory.
She was pure, full of goodwill, as she killed everyone.
Siloque never intended to confront Myut head-on.
In the second playthrough, getting past Myut was simple—buy the potion in advance, wait for her to finish the ritual and leave, then pretend to be dead until it was safe.
Yes, there was no particular reason for Myut to kill everyone present.
Nor was it targeted—encountering a member of the Evil Demon Society was like being in a car accident.
Myut was simply faithfully carrying out the Evil Demon Society’s doctrine.
Still, it didn’t stop Siloque from cursing this wretched quest.
In the first playthrough, it was a side quest; in the second, it became the main quest.
Accepting this commission meant free experience points and resources, and a quick, safe route to the area with Cass’s exclusive weapon on the second floor.
Calling the Tuners in advance was useless—when they arrived, Myut would behead the paralyzed ones instantly to ensure their deaths.
Drinking the milk tea was the turning point of the quest.
What was hateful was that in the first playthrough, only “gulp it down” was an option, while in the second, “firmly refuse” and “fight” were unlocked.
But “fight” was a trap—the enemy was over twenty levels higher, and Myut easily turned Cass into fruit salad.
GAME OVER.
By the way, “firmly refuse” was also a trap.
Myut would decapitate everyone on the spot—still GAME OVER…
Everywhere was a trap—no way the devs would just give you free experience points and weapons.
Siloque admitted, in the first playthrough, when he encountered Myut—a beautiful, powerful, gentle, and friendly older sister—he actually fell in love.
During the first playthrough, he pushed on to the point where Cass found Bried eating a bunch of bananas.
Cass, oppressed and gloomy in the game, tried to vent his frustration by becoming stronger, so he went to the Dungeon Hall to form a team.
He “happened” (side quest trigger) to meet Myut.
At that time, as a player, Siloque even thought, I absolutely can’t let this beautiful sister suffer.
Later, reality proved—he was thinking too much.
When the flames reached Cass, through sheer dumb luck—or to put it simply, protagonist aura—Myut left after lighting the fire, and in Cass’s last moment of consciousness, he used his ring to signal the Tuners, who came and saved him.
The player Siloque outside the game recognized Myut’s true nature, and also experienced the developers’ malice.
When you fall in love with someone—only to be ruthlessly betrayed.
Some players said they liked Myut even more after that, but Siloque only felt sadness and pain.
He lost all affection for this woman; for a time, she became a shadow in Siloque’s mind.
One step, two steps…Myut walked toward him elegantly.
Sigh, let’s get this over with quickly.
Anyway, the armor Cass and I are wearing has a fire-resistance buff.
It’s single-use, but burning for ten minutes should be no problem.
Siloque prayed for it to end quickly.
The armor wasn’t heavy, but it was stuffy and hot…
However, Myut knelt down next to Siloque.
She lifted Siloque’s head.
Wait, what is she planning?
Siloque immediately closed his eyes, pretending to be dead.
Myut’s actions were beyond expectation.
She removed Siloque’s massive helmet.
?!
What the—!
“Ah, so cute.”
Myut’s admiring words filled Siloque with terror.
He felt his head placed on Myut’s lap, enveloped by the softness and warmth of a woman’s lap pillow.
Her cold hand brushed his face.
Exposed.
Siloque hadn’t wanted to reveal his or Cass’s appearance to Myut, in case they ran into her again someday.
At this point, he could only hope Myut wouldn’t remember a no-name like him.
Siloque squeezed his eyes shut, using all his willpower to keep up the act.
“So much sweat—this armor really is hot, isn’t it? But since it’s a [Tank], it must have been tough for you… Mm, when I heard your voice before, I thought so, and with this face, you really do resemble Yote.”
The name on Myut’s lips was her younger brother.
“I suppose this is Lord Izabilis’s…recognition of me, to let me meet someone so similar to my brother.”
Myut’s voice trembled slightly.
Tears seeped from the black cloth strip, one drop falling onto Siloque’s face.
If you want to see your brother that badly, can’t you hurry up and die already?
Three years ago, Myut burned her parents and brother to death with the same method as today.
Suddenly, Myut kissed Siloque’s face.
Her lips were as light as petals, as soft as cotton candy, as ticklish as being brushed by a bird’s feather.
Siloque fought to stay calm, now seriously doubting if Myut had a brother complex.
You—what are you doing!!
Is that something you should be kissing!
Even I haven’t—
Not far away, Cass, peeking through his helmet, felt his composure crumble.
It was as if someone had gouged out a piece of his heart.
But…
Siloque hadn’t given the signal—he couldn’t move.
This time was different from the one with Cliff.
If Siloque gave the signal, he’d rush to support at once.
I have to trust Siloque.
Cass bit his lip, eyes beneath the helmet fixed on Myut’s every move.
However, Cass completely misunderstood.
Siloque’s so-called signal meant calculating how long after Myut left it would be safe to stop playing dead, but Cass thought it meant to attack.
Myut’s cheeks flushed as she played with Siloque’s hair.
Seemingly unsatisfied, she lightly touched Siloque’s cherry-colored lips with her fingertip, hesitated for a moment, then tucked her golden-tea hair behind her ear, bent down…
“………..!”
An overwhelming killing intent surged toward Myut.
In a flash of steel, Cass drew his sword and charged at the two.