The Fallen Prince’s Pleasure Dungeon: I Won’t Let the Female Adventurers Leave ~ I Was Reincarnated as the Villain in an Eroge, and Even Though I Just Want to Live a Quiet Slow Life, Beautiful Girls Keep Gathering Around Me!?~ - 23

Chapter 23: I’ll Beat You Senseless and Take Everything You’ve Got!

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The iron mask I equipped seemed to be a hit (?) with Medi as well, so I pulled myself together and proceeded to reverse Imelda’s petrification using the same method as before.

“《Character Creation》.”

However, I didn’t restore her entire body—only from her head to her chest. I needed her to be able to talk, but I wanted to make sure she couldn’t run away. The moment the petrification was lifted, Imelda blinked her eyes rapidly.

“……W-what? What did I…?”

“Good, it worked.”

“!? You used that girl to…!? Tsk. What do you plan to do with me!”

She glared sharply at me. The fact that she could enter a combat-ready state immediately even in a situation like this showed she truly was the leader of a bandit group. Not that she could actually do anything, though.

“I am the one asking the questions,” I said, questioning her in the most dignified voice I could muster. For the time being, my outfit gave off a Demon Lord-like vibe, and by wearing the iron mask, I should have been projecting a mysterious aura.

“Do you intend to leave this place quietly? If you promise never to speak of this to anyone, I might just let you go.”

“Where did you put Kia? Give that girl back to me.”

(I guess a conversation isn’t going to be established easily between enemies. Fine. Time for the main topic.)

“You… You were originally a slave, weren’t you?”

“―!? You saw it.”

(Yes, I saw your “Hidden Background Information.” Though I haven’t actually seen the Slave Crest itself yet. )

Hatred seeped into Imelda’s expression.

“My list of goals just grew. Take back Kia, claim the treasure… and erase you.”

“Erase me, huh? I could say the same to you.”

“If you’re going to do it, just kill me already. I’m in a pathetic state. It would be easy, wouldn’t it?”

“That’s not it. What I’m going to erase is the Slave Crest.”

“-!? W-what are you saying…?”

A look of bewilderment flickered across her face before immediately returning to a look of rage.

“Is that the kind of nonsense you offer as a parting gift for the afterlife? I don’t know who you are, but you have terrible taste…!”

She probably never dreamed that the crest could be erased. At this rate, she must have tried various methods countless times. But each time she failed, she fell deeper into despair.

“Just kill me already. I’m just a filthy bandit who used to be a slave.”

“《Character Creation》.”

“―?”

This was the first time I had used 《Character Creation》 on a human in this world, but it was applied without any hindrance. After all, in the game, this was originally a skill meant for modifying female adventurers. Using it on monsters was actually the irregular part.

If I could use this, the rest would be a breeze. Imelda was still wearing her clothes, but on the 《Character Creation》 screen, I could see her bare skin. In the window floating in the air, she was stark naked. However, it seemed she couldn’t see the 《Character Creation》 screen from her side, as she looked confused at the sight of me just waving my fingertips.

“An imitation of sorcery? Or is it a curse… I see, so your plan is to take your time and make me suffer.”

“Don’t say unnecessary things. It’s distracting.”

Medi, who was snuggling close to me, put a forefinger to her lips.

“Shh! Alto-sama is serious at times like this. Don’t get in the way.”

On the screen was the Slave Crest engraved on her chest. It was a black pattern. A snake was coiled up, and in its center was an egg. The egg likely represented the slaves, and the snake the noble master. Truly, it was in poor taste. They said it was a mark applied by sorcery that could never be erased, but…

It was nothing to me. All I had to do was select the “Skin Texture” and overwrite it. I had to be careful with the color selection. I adjusted the color palette to make it exactly the same as her original skin tone. While I was at it…

“Imelda. Are you the type who says ‘old scars are medals of honor’?”

“How do you know my name…? Medals? Unfortunately, I don’t happen to hold such battle-crazed beliefs.”

“Okay.”

On her body, there were numerous scars from being slashed and marks from shackles and fetters—perhaps from her time as a slave, or perhaps from her life as a bandit. I decided to erase those as well using Character Creation.

…Though. Apparently, there are perverts in the world who are scar fetishists, getting excited by imagining the person’s past. The creator of “The Fallen Prince’s Pleasure Dungeon” was probably that type. However, to the person herself, they were likely symbols of a hateful past, and for me, who wanted to drop her into a bath, I wanted to eliminate any elements that would make her want to hide her skin.

And so…

“There, they’re gone.”

“Don’t mess with me…! I won’t forgive that kind of joke!”

(Whoa, what a fierce tone…)

I guess the emotional scars were that deep. On the contrary, if she found out I erased them so easily, she might get pissed off for a different reason.

“If you think I’m lying, I’ll show you the proof. Let’s do this, Medi, Roper!”

“Yes!”

“Unyu!”

“W-what are you doing!? Where do you intend to take me!?”

I had Medi and Roper carry her and transport her to that bathroom.

“This place is… Kia!?”

“Ah! Sis!”

It was a moving (?) reunion with Kia, who was still relaxing in the jacuzzi.

“What are you doing in a place like this… no, seriously, what are you doing!?”

“What do you mean? I’m taking a bath… wait, Sis, you’ve turned to stone!? Hey, you! What are you doing to Sis!?”

“That’s dangerous.”

Because she stood up abruptly despite being dizzy from the heat, Kia was wobbling on her feet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll change her back soon. More importantly, there’s a mirror over there.”

In the washing area, there was a one-way magic mirror for peeping. From this side, it looked like a normal mirror. I had them set Imelda’s body down in front of it.

“Excuse me.”

I flicked my finger. This time it was magic. I slit Imelda’s shirt vertically so that her chest was exposed.

“―!? Tsk.”

Imelda reflexively closed her eyelids and turned her face away. She was trying not to look at the ugly crest that should be reflected in the mirror.

“I also hate nobles and royals… not that that’s the only reason, but…”

“……?”

Timidly, Imelda opened her eyes slightly and turned her gaze toward the mirror. Reflected there was her bare skin, free of any crest.

“T-this is!? Did you use makeup or something? Do you think you can deceive me with something like that!?”

“Check it for yourself.”

I also lifted the petrification on her arms. Imelda didn’t believe my words, but of course, no matter how much she touched it, scratched it with her nails, or wet it with water, the crest did not appear. Naturally, since I had overwritten it and made it non-existent. All that was there were Imelda’s ample breasts.

“T-this can’t be real…”

“Sis! What did he do to you!?”

Kia, who had finally recovered from her lightheadedness, rushed over to Imelda while still wet and naked.

“Does your chest hurt or something!?”

“……No. In fact, even the dull pain that was always there has vanished…”

The pain said to be emitted by the crest had disappeared, and Imelda’s expression, which had been harsh for so long, softened somewhat.

(This should be good enough.)

I removed the petrification from her entire body using Character Creation, but Imelda neither tried to flee nor came at me. She simply knelt on the spot and continued to stare at the mirror.

“Really, how could this…?”

After a period of bewilderment, Imelda looked at the face of Kia, who was snuggling up to her.

“There is something I haven’t told even you all. I was a slave a long time ago. I felt like talking about it would bring back those days, and I was afraid I would be looked down upon… I’m sorry, I’m weak…”

Tears fell rapidly. Kia was probably seeing this side of her “Big Sis” for the first time. Though confused, she felt for her and began to tear up as well.

“There was a mark here. A Slave Crest that could never be erased. Now, it’s completely gone. I’m not a slave anymore…”

“Of course you aren’t!”

Kia raised her voice.

“Big Sis is the leader of our bandit group! And you’re my savior! If anyone calls Big Sis a slave, I’ll punch them and steal everything they own! S-so don’t cry… Big Sis…!”

“Thank you, Kia.”

The bandit master and pupil hugged each other tightly and shed tears.

(Yes, yes, how wonderful. I hate humans, but I feel good for having done something kind.)

(…Well…. I’m going to submerge them in the bath after this, though!!)

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