I Got Reincarnated as a Villainous Noble, and When I Tried to Create an All-Male Academy to Avoid a Bad Ending, for Some Reason the Gender Ratio Reversed? - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Stalked by the Saintess

[Side: Alenaria Element]

I am a saintess.

The last descendant of the clan that sealed the witch.

I was born carrying the duty to save the world, and in the future I must fight for humanity. That’s what I’ve been taught since the day I was born.

So I always took everything seriously.

Magic training, studying, church activities—I gave my all to everything.

But it seems I have a habit of jumping to conclusions, because I kept failing at the most important moments.

I failed so much that even His Holiness the Pope got fed up and basically told me, “Go learn something at the academy” to get rid of me.

Honestly, I figured I’d just fail again at the academy and end up isolated. Plus I’m bad with men hitting on me, so I wasn’t really excited about going.

But apparently the academy underwent a big reform and now it’s a much more comfortable place for girls.

On top of that, there’s a strict no-dating school rule.

I genuinely thought it was amazing.

The person who came up with this reform plan—someone named Orufusen—surely would be the kind of person who could even save a hopeless case like me.

Compared to the saintess or the church, he seemed far more suited to truly saving people. That’s what I thought.

Still, I have to fulfill my own duty.

The duty of a saintess—to save the world.

Because if the world gets destroyed, I’ll die.

And if I die, I’ll never be able to eat rusk again.

Oh, right, right. My favorite food is rusk.

It’s bread that’s been baked twice, coated with butter and sugar—an absolute treat.

I love it so much. The texture, the feel of the sugar on my tongue, the smell of butter—everything about it is perfect.

People usually treat it like some kind of preserved food made to use up leftover bread, but to me, bread is just a side thing. Rusk is the real main character.

Rusk is supreme.

By the way, I also really love the snack made by deep-frying the crusts of sandwich bread. That one’s amazing too.

So yeah, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I basically live to eat rusk.

Because my dream for the future is to open my very own rusk shop.

Hehe, rusk shop, rusk shop♪

That’s exactly why I have to save the world.

For rusk’s sake, I will fight.

But on my own, there’s no way I can stand up to the witch.

According to legend, an enormous amount of magical power is needed to suppress her.

Unfortunately, I’m not exactly blessed with a huge amount of magic.

During the entrance ceremony’s magic measurement, I ranked about fifth in my year.

Sure, it’s above average, but when it comes to saving the world… it’s clearly not enough.

—So I thought of something.

Orufusen Starz Island, the person with the strongest magic power in the entire academy.
If I could take in his blood—the blood of someone with such powerful magic—surely the next saintess would be born as the ultimate strongest one?

Yes. It has to be that way.

Because I often get marriage proposals from nobles.

They say things like “Your blood is necessary” or “You must preserve your noble lineage.”
They all place value on my bloodline.

Honestly I was sick of it because I have zero interest in marriage, but now I finally understand what it all meant.

In other words, this is necessary.

It’s no exaggeration to call it the duty of a saintess.

I-It’s not like I was saved when I was in trouble and fell in love at first sight or anything.
It’s not like I thought he looked cool when he drove away those upperclassmen or anything simple like that.

Y-Yeah, I’m definitely not that easy.

O-Of course, up until now I’ve always been the saintess who saves others, and I’ve never once been saved by anyone…
So experiencing being saved for the first time did make me feel something, sure.

But it’s absolutely not love at first sight. Really. I mean it.

A saintess must live modestly as an example for the church.

So this is purely for the sake of the world.
The mission of a saintess.

“Would you like to make a child with me?”

That’s why I puffed out my chest and said it with confidence.

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“Would you like to make a child with me?”

“…Huh?”

For a moment I couldn’t process what she just said.

It was so completely out of left field that my brain failed to correctly understand the meaning.

“A child?”

“Yes!”

The saintess nodded energetically.

Did she even realize how outrageous what she just said was?

If she didn’t realize, that was already a problem—but if she did realize, it was an even bigger problem.

“What exactly do you mean?”

“It’s simple. Your magical power is extremely excellent! If we combine it with mine, the next saintess will surely be even stronger!”

“Don’t just combine us like that on your own.”

Sure, the original game was an eroge, so maybe this kind of development isn’t completely impossible… but even so, her thought process was way too far gone.

“Don’t worry! I’ll take responsibility!”

“Responsibility for what?”

“For raising the child!”

“That’s not the issue here!”

But she was completely serious.

She spread both arms wide, her face bright red, and stepped closer.

The pupils of her eyes seemed to be spinning round and round.

“Please think about it calmly. If things continue like this, the world will be destroyed. As a citizen, isn’t it only natural to do everything you possibly can?”

“There’s necessary effort and there’s pointless effort in this world. What you’re suggesting is the latter.”

“Why?”

“Because even if we had a child, it wouldn’t be in time. In three years? Could a three-year-old child save the world?”

When I asked, she paused for a moment as if thinking, then said,

“I’m sure… if they try hard enough, they can do it.”

“No way in hell!”

It was total chaos.

Even in the original game the saintess was the type whose thoughts flew in completely bizarre directions and caused her to spin her wheels, but this was on another level entirely.

In the original story she fell in love with the protagonist at first sight and trained together with him to save the world.

How did she end up with her head this broken? It was a genuine mystery.

“Please do something about it!”

“First of all, I already have a fiancée I’ve sworn my future to. I have absolutely no intention of marrying anyone else.”

“But but! Actually, my body type is the kind that makes men feel lust, you know?”

“I don’t care. I’m not allowed to feel lust toward anyone except my fiancée.”

“Just a little bit would be fine, wouldn’t it…?”

She looked up at me with those pleading eyes and took my hand.

Her ears were bright red too, and somehow I even started feeling embarrassed.

But the moment the image of my fiancée appeared in my mind, I immediately shook my head.

“No. …Absolutely not.”

“Whyyy…”

She drooped her shoulders in disappointment.

Taking that opening, I immediately ran away.

As the eldest son of a marquis house, I was raised that turning your back on someone is forbidden… but in times like this, escaping is the only correct choice.

There’s simply no point in having a normal conversation with her.

“Phew… somehow managed to escape.”

I hurried home like I was fleeing for my life.

Finally I could relax.

Or so I thought—until the moment I opened the door of the house.

“…I smell another woman on you.”

A strangely low voice rang in my ears.

When I reflexively looked up, there stood Fran.

She was smiling gently.

Her lips were curved upward, yet her eyes weren’t smiling at all.

“This calls for an overwrite, doesn’t it?”

—Ah, I’m done for.