I Was Reincarnated as the Villain Who Confines the Heroine in an Eroge World, But for Some Reason I'm the One Getting Confined by the Heroine Instead

Epilogue: Forced Grape Confinement Facility

“Oi! Get to work! Be grateful for the blessing of grapes! Shed tears over the fact that grapes were ever born into this world, and work yourself to the bone for the sake of grapes! That’s your damn mission!”

Three months had passed since the attack on the duke’s daughter.

Right now, we weren’t living at the academy anymore—we were living at a grape farm.

The reason was simple: it turned out there were spies inside the duke’s household and at the academy too. The royal capital was in total chaos because of it.

No way you could focus on grapes in a place like that.

Plus, the academy was temporarily closed until they rooted out every last spy.

So honestly, there was no real reason to stay in the capital.

That’s why Safira and I kept staying at the grape farm.

We got summoned back to the capital a few times, but basically we’ve been here the whole time.

And what exactly was I doing, you ask?

“Grapes, you see, were the very first fruit God ever created. And grape juice? That’s God’s own tears. Got it?”

Yeah… grape cultivation, obviously.

But what I was doing now wasn’t just ordinary grape farming.

This was agriculture—and at the same time, part of rehabilitation.

That’s right. I currently had a bunch of chained-up criminals working the grape farm.

They were wearing mana-sealing chains and collars that weakened them to the absolute limit. These guys were some of the biggest sinners in the whole country.

And I was just standing there, watching them work the grape fields.

Then one of the criminals suddenly stopped working.

Even though she was a major criminal, for some reason she was wearing a maid outfit. She glared hard at me—the supposed guard—and it was Lavanda, Safira’s former maid.

Her face was unusually tense, but her voice came out strong and firm.

“No matter how you look at it, this is forced hard labor. I’m officially protesting with everything I’ve got.”

“Hard labor? Where’s the hard part?”

Normally if someone talked back to a guard, the collar would zap them with an electric shock. But generous guy that I am, I decided to actually listen.

“It’s way too harsh. Twelve hours a day. We’re working almost nonstop except when we’re sleeping or eating. This is textbook forced hard labor.”

“Huh? Getting to work twelve whole hours in a grape farm is a reward, isn’t it? If anything, I feel like it’s not enough.”

“That’s only because you’re a grape fanatic. And there are other complaints too.”

“Other complaints?”

I tilted my head. Lavanda’s eyes got a little teary, but she kept going.

“I think it’s messed up that the only drinking water we get is grape juice. At least let us drink actual water.”

“Haa?”

“After being forced to work long hours, having the only thing to quench your thirst be grapes… is that really okay? If possible, water. At the very least, I’d settle for beer.”

“Beer? No way I’m letting you drink poison like that.”

“Then please, just give us water! My throat is so dry I can’t stand moistening it with grape juice anymore!”

Lavanda was arguing with everything she had.

I could tell she was desperate, but from my perspective, nothing she said made even a little sense.

“The moment when grape juice slides down your throat is literally the best feeling in life, though…”

“…This is exactly why grape fanatics are hopeless.”

Lavanda muttered under her breath, badmouthing me.

Just to repeat: she’s a major criminal. I’m the guard.

Maybe it was time to remind her who’s in charge here.

“Ask-kun?”

But right when I took a step forward, someone grabbed my arm.

Golden hair fluttering, calmly pulling me back—it was Safira.

The duke’s daughter. My fiancée.

Her clear blue eyes were clouded dark, but she was smiling brightly as she said:

“Cheating is not allowed, okay?”

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—The Forced Grape Confinement Facility.

That was the name of the place Safira had turned her grape farm into.

A location where major criminals were bound to this land and forced to labor.

Normally, people who committed crimes would live in the royal capital’s prison, but handling them was really difficult.

Unlike Japan in my previous life, the prison system here wasn’t properly established, so security was super weak.

Escapees happened all the time because of it.

So, to shake things up, Safira and I proposed this Forced Grape Confinement Facility.

The role of the criminals here was simple: make grapes.

No running away allowed. No slacking allowed. Just work your body to dust.

And the more they worked, the more grapes grew.

In other words, this place was both a prison… and a grape paradise.

And the guy in charge of guarding it? That would be me.

Sure, there were some soldiers dispatched from the capital too, but basically I was running the show.

By the way, ever since that whole duke’s-daughter attack incident, a lot happened.

The king gave me a medal, allowed me to become a noble, got engaged to Safira… seriously, so much stuff.

And now here I was, making major criminals work a grape farm. Even I don’t really get it.

Still, this lifestyle was honestly ideal for me.

Surrounded by grape fields, living a calm, slow life.

That’s the greatest happiness there is.

Yeah… peace really is the best.

“Ask-kun, cheating is not allowed, okay?”

“Huh? What happened to peace?”

After Safira straight-up accused me of cheating, I realized I’d somehow ended up restrained by her.

I was lying on the bed, both wrists grabbed tight.

She was leaning over me, face super close. Every time she spoke, her breath brushed my skin.

Smiling like that in such close range… honestly terrifying.

“You were getting along so nicely with Lavanda earlier, right? That was completely cheating, wasn’t it?”

“No no no, me and her are just criminal and guard—mmph!”

The second I tried to argue, she forcefully sealed my lips.

After thoroughly invading my mouth for a while, she pulled back with this blissful look and said:

“Ask-kun, we’re engaged now. Engaged means we’re bound together forever. Talking to another girl when you already have a fiancée? That’s cheating, right?”

“That’s kinda tyrannical—”

“Cheating, right?”

The pressure was insane.

If I talked back again, I had no idea what she’d do next. Felt like lips alone wouldn’t be the end of it.

So I decided to behave and apologize.

“Sorry. But don’t worry. I swear I’ve dedicated everything to grapes and Safira.”

“Why is grapes first and I’m second? Does that mean grapes have higher priority than me?”

“Well obviously grapes sit at the top of all life. Before we’re human, we’re grapes first.”

“Hmmm… Then can I check whether grapes really are number one to you?”

“Huh?”

“I want to confirm how much you love me. Since we’re engaged, that’s fine, right?”

“Being engaged doesn’t mean you can do whatever you—”