S-Rank Adventurer Betrayed by His Fiancée in the Hero’s Party Sets Off on a Journey to Heal His Broken Heart ~The Strongest Betrayed Adventurer Ends Up Forming a Harem Party~ - Chapter 47: Twisted Logic

Chapter 47: Twisted Logic

[Side: Cheater Sage]

At the center of the continent stood one of its largest and most powerful nations.

Vast in land, rich in population, and blessed with expansive farmlands, it was often called the “Granary of the Continent.”

To top it off, the country had been founded by the very first Hero—a person from an ancient otherworld—who played a key role in defeating the Demon Lord.

That nation was the Kingdom of Sildiel.

In one corner of the prosperous capital, Sildent, a lone woman sat in despair.

“Why… Why did it have to turn out like this…!”

She had chestnut hair and sharp, strong-willed eyes.

Her figure was curvy and distinctly feminine.

She was Millia Xelei—the Sage of the Hero’s Party, and its magic attack specialist.

She was currently inside a house located in a prime area of the capital, a reward granted by the kingdom itself.

What she had done wasn’t exactly praiseworthy.

In fact, it was enough to hurt both the dignity and interests of the nation.

Even so, she was still one of the heroes responsible for Sildiel’s Demon Lord Subjugation campaign.

And with that achievement came reward.

The principle of merit and punishment.

It was only right for her contributions to be recognized.

So, taking her situation into consideration, she was given this house as a special reward.

—Though the other hero refused to even give her a chance to be repaid.

“Coming home this late… I’m so done with this kind of life. I thought I’d be able to kick back and live easy once the journey was over…”

It was nighttime.

Millia sat on her bed at home, venting her frustrations about the day.

Over the past few days, she had been working through the Adventurer’s Guild to earn money in hopes of breaking her curse.

She used to be famous as a young A-Rank adventurer.

And since then, she’d grown even stronger as a member of the Hero’s Party.

She had thought that if she started taking requests again, she’d be able to make a name for herself all over again.

“This sucks! I finally go back to the guild after so long, and everyone’s cold… I barely earned anything!”

When she walked into the guild, all she got were cold stares.

Even when she spotted people she used to know, they’d only exchange a few words before sighing and walking away.

“Everyone keeps asking about Abel… What’s it matter anyway?”

They only ever wanted to talk about the man she once shared a bond with.

It annoyed her—but she kept her feelings hidden and gave vague answers.

The moment she did, they all lost interest and left her alone.

Because of that, she couldn’t even form a party on the spot.

In the end, she had to take a monster-hunting request solo.

But—

“Going solo is just too risky… And now there aren’t even any good-paying quests left since the monsters around the capital are dwindling…”

Even though she had gotten stronger, Millia was still specialized in rear-line combat.

She wasn’t reckless enough to take on powerful enemies without someone guarding the front.

So, she lowered the difficulty and went after a B-Rank monster instead—

But she only made a few hundred thousand el from the job.

If it had been an A-Rank target, she could’ve earned a few million.

The reward was way lower than she’d expected.

And with fewer monsters around lately, there just weren’t any decent subjugation quests available.

Millia had no idea who was behind this sudden dry spell.

All she could do was grumble to herself, over and over.

“Ugh, this just won’t work. I need to start dating Abel again. Then everything will go back to normal…!”

She furrowed her brows with a low groan.

Her face twisted like she’d just bitten into something bitter.

Because no matter how much she thought about it, her mind kept landing on the same conclusion.

—But I don’t want to apologize to Abel!

“Sure, cheating was bad, okay!? But it’s not that bad, right? He didn’t have to blow up over it like that!”

The two curses placed on her were causing Millia far more stress than she’d expected.

And the worst part?

Removing them would cost five hundred million el.

“I even gathered all those jewels just for this—and now I can’t even touch them without getting zapped!”

She raised her voice and smacked the bed in frustration.

But that wasn’t enough—so she got up and grabbed a bottle of liquor from the table, taking a heavy swig.

The jewelry she’d collected over the years, her favorite hair ornaments, even her luxury dresses—

The moment she touched any of them, intense pain shot through her body.

There was no way she could even think about dressing up anymore.

Thankfully—or maybe unfortunately—none of her gear as an adventurer triggered the curse, no matter how expensive it was.

Maybe that was because, deep down, the curse recognized that battle gear was a “necessary expense” for adventuring.

She couldn’t say for sure.

“And on top of all that, I can’t stop feeling all hot and bothered… Ugh, Abel is seriously the worst as a man! He’s terrible in bed, has a tiny heart, and if he’d just forgiven me, none of this would be happening! This is so unfair!”

Millia was nineteen—still young, and her desires were right in line with her age.

Until recently, she’d been satisfying them however she wanted.

Now that she couldn’t, the frustration was driving her up the wall.

Even though she was the one who cheated, she just kept spouting off one insult after another.

Never once did she stop to consider what her ex might’ve felt.

What kind of path he’d walked since they split.

She didn’t care.

All she did was rant endlessly.

“It was just one affair! It’s not like I slept around with a bunch of guys! And I bet Abel’s already fooling around with those thieving hussies by now! Why does he get to be happy and not me!? That’s not fair!”

Getting blamed even when she hadn’t done anything that bad.

Watching someone else get to be happy while she was stuck like this.

It just felt unfair.

And because she didn’t think she’d done anything that wrong, she had no intention of apologizing.

Like a sulking child, she clung to that immature pride.

“I slept with Abel too, didn’t I!? So I should have the right to get some money out of this! …Ugh, just thinking about it pisses me off. And I still can’t even get off!”

No matter what she tried—whether it was physical or emotional—she couldn’t reach release.

That unfulfilled frustration just kept simmering inside her, making the ache even worse.

“Sigh… And Ciel said she’s lost all her authority, so there’s nothing she can do now either…

What am I supposed to do?”

Her mind wandered to her best friend, who had left the Hero’s Party and lost her position as a Saintess.

They still talked using a farseeing crystal and encouraged each other.

But right now, Ciel was under temporary suspension and wasn’t even allowed to meet with anyone.

Apparently, her official punishment would be decided soon…

Millia could only hope it wouldn’t be too harsh.

They’d spent three years together as comrades, after all.

—Though in truth, Ciel was being held in place to keep an eye on Millia.

“If I could just meet her in person, I could probably talk her into helping… but the king’s being a pain, and Ciel told me to wait too. And Yuto’s completely useless right now, throwing tantrums and lashing out at everyone…”

With no meeting scheduled with Ciel tonight,
Millia buried herself under the covers and lay down on the bed—trying to smother her irritation in silence.

“Ugh… seriously… nnngh.”

After more than a year of indulging herself, it wasn’t something she could quit cold turkey.

But with no one to satisfy her, all she could do was run her fingers along her own skin.

Of course, it didn’t give her the release she wanted…

And so, that night too, Millia lay there—burning with unfulfilled desire.

[Side: Useless Hero]

“Dammit! Damn it! Damn it all to hell!!!”

He was the so-called hero who defeated the Demon Lord—

But there was nothing noble or legendary about the man now.

Yuto was in the middle of destroying everything he could get his hands on.

At the heart of the royal capital, Sildent, in a private chamber within the castle lit only by starlight—

Yuto had been given a personal room.

Originally, the kingdom had made preparations to welcome him as a key figure.

But now, the reason for keeping him here was something else entirely.

“You summoned the guy, so at least keep him under control, will you?”

That was what Abel—the Four Swords, an S-Rank adventurer—had said.

And King Randed di Sildiel took those words very seriously.

Millia was never mentioned.

But they knew one thing for sure—

They couldn’t risk letting Yuto do anything stupid.

The kingdom couldn’t give him money directly to remove the curse.

So instead, they had him do work and earn proper rewards to pay for it himself.

In truth, this was just a way to keep him under watch—soft house arrest with no room for funny business.

“Ugh, damn it! Nothing works down there anymore, and I can’t even sleep with a woman—what the hell!”

A curse that took away his manhood.

Another that made it impossible to even touch women.

Those two curses had stripped Yuto of all pleasure, and now he was drowning in a rage unlike anything he had ever known.

The cruel part?

Even though his body no longer functioned, his desires hadn’t gone anywhere.

And yet… he couldn’t even touch a woman.

“I’m the Hero who saved the world! I had my pick of women besides Millia…!”

And now, he couldn’t even lay a finger on any of them.

The frustration boiled in his gut like acid.

Once, he tried using his Heroic Power to break the curse and shouted, “I can touch women again!”

Then he lunged at a nearby maid.

But seconds later, the pain returned in full force—dropping him to the ground in sheer agony.

It was the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced.

“I’m the Hero… I was amazing… I’m the one who should be celebrated…!”

But what came to mind was that silver-haired man—

The one who did nothing but stole all the credit.

That smug, laid-back face burned into his thoughts.

“All of it… Every last bit… It’s all that bastard’s fault!“

He slammed his fist into the wall with so much force that part of it shattered.

He hated that man.

Loathed him.

Wanted him dead.

“That bastard’s surrounded by fine bitches, and look at me… Why am I the only one suffering like this!? I won’t forgive him…!”

The fire burning in Yuto’s eyes was pitch black.

Nothing noble remained in the so-called Hero—

Just a twisted shell of jealousy and rage,

Lashing out at everything around him in another night of helpless fury.