【Future Sight】Saving Tragic Beautiful Girls and Making Them Obsessively Fall for Me 〜I Selfishly “Helped” the Witches Who Were Gonna Destroy the World Just to Train My Martial Arts, and Now They’re All Dripping with Obsession and Worshipping Me〜

Chapter 1

――This place is the Taylor Trading Company, the one based right in the royal capital, and we’re talking about the mansion of the company head. It’s sitting on prime land closest to the noble district—huge grounds, fancy garden, and this super luxurious, over-the-top house towering there.

And from that extravagant mansion… there’s this dull, heavy thudding sound that keeps ringing out at regular intervals. Totally doesn’t match how fancy the place looks.

And the source of that noise is, without a doubt—

“—Young master, young master Faust. It’s almost time. The hour you specified is coming up.”

“…Mm, yeah. Thanks.”

I turn around at the voice while I’m standing in the inner courtyard. It’s one of the maids who works in our house.

“Young master, here you are. A towel soaked in cold water, and some nicely chilled lemon water.”

I thank her, take them, wipe the sweat off my face. Then I down the lemon water in one go.

…Fuuuh, that hits the spot.

“By the way, young master.”

Hm? This maid usually doesn’t talk much—kinda rare for her to speak up.

“What’s up?”

“No, it’s just… I was thinking you seem to be putting in even more effort than usual today.”

“What makes you—oh, that.”

I follow the maid’s gaze and it lands on the sandbag hanging from the big tree standing alone in the courtyard.

Special order item: tough Flame Tiger hide stuffed with the metal shavings left over from processing mithril.

But right now that sandbag…

“No way… it’s actually torn open.”

“Yeah. Normally I try to be careful not to break it, but today I kinda got too hyped up.”

“No, even so… This is… Even if it was starting to wear out, bare-handed against A-rank monster skin…?”

The maid mutters that while shuddering as she stares at the huge hole ripped in the sandbag. Whoa, hold on—her eyes are looking at me like I’m some kind of monster.

But anyway, time’s up. Gotta get ready and head out soon.

“Alright, I’m heading out for a bit. Sorry, but can you arrange to get this sandbag repaired?”

“Eh—ah yes, of course! I’ll take care of it right away!”

She hurriedly bows her head. As I’m about to walk past her, she calls out again.

“Um, young master. About what time should we expect you back tonight? For dinner preparations…”

“Oh, right…”

I think for a second and answer.

“—No idea on the time. If things go well, this’ll be my very first real death match since I was born. Could end quick… or drag on forever…”

“Hah—huh? A match…?”

“But yeah. If I come back the winner, I’m definitely gonna want meat. Meat builds the body, plus it’s delicious. Perfect after a brutal fight.”

“Ah…? …Meat, you mean meat, right? Understood, I’ll prepare it that way…”

So yeah.

I leave the courtyard, change into my training gi to get pumped, and start striding through the streets of the capital. People keep staring hard at me, but whatever. The strong people I admire don’t let themselves get rattled by the looks from random passersby.

Oops, almost at the spot. I don’t know the exact address, so from here on I gotta stay fully on guard.

I give myself a little mental pep talk. Right in front of me now are rows of old, cracked houses standing in the slums.

“The dream showed me exactly this kind of buildings. They all look pretty much the same, so it’s hard to tell them apart.”

I mutter that to myself while walking over the stone pavement that’s crumbling in places.

The people I pass are clearly dressed way poorer than the ones in the merchant district. They give me suspicious looks just like the others, but there’s also this kinda dangerous vibe coming off them.

“Pickpockets, muggers… running into one would be a good chance to test my fists… but nah, I don’t have time for that right now.”

The moment I say it out loud, the people passing by shoot me even weirder glances.

Yeah, figures. To them I’m probably just some guy going “what the hell is this dude saying.” No doubt. Even I’m still half-doubting it myself.

The me who, my whole life up till now, could barely use any magic at all—somehow awakening to the magic of [Future Sight].

I can still remember it super clearly. It was a week ago. I went to sleep in my bed like usual.

That night’s dream felt way too real. The colors, the sense of touch, even the smells—everything was so lifelike you couldn’t tell it apart from reality. It was way too convincing to just call it “a dream.” If someone told me I was secretly peeking at stuff that actually happened somewhere else, I’d believe that way more easily.

All kinds of scenes flashed by in patches, time jumping forward and backward. Sometimes I’d even see slightly different versions of similar scenes where the people acted just a tiny bit differently.

And in the middle of that weird dream, there was one part that happened really close to me—something at my own house—so that scene burned itself into my brain.

After traveling through what was clearly way more than a single night’s worth of time…

The very first thing I did when I woke up was to check whether that scene from home—the one where I somehow just knew when it would happen—was actually gonna take place.

And the result was—

“Still don’t know anything about the slums. That scenery only exists in my memory, and I can’t just go around asking people about it… But since I nailed the stuff that happened at home perfectly, there’s a really high chance that dream really was [Future Sight].”

If that’s the case, then next up is the soonest future I saw in the dream after the home scene.

—A girl in the same class at the academy gets violated by some scumbag and then murdered.

That’s what’s actually gonna happen.

So my goal is simple.

“First I’m gonna confirm whether that dream really was true [Future Sight]. —And while I’m at it, why don’t I go ahead and trade blows with that thug, see if the skills I’ve trained actually work in a real fight!”