The Ugly Orc Strikes Back ~ Reincarnated as the Cruel Crown Prince of a Twisted Doujin Eroge with No Happy Endings, But as an Inexperienced Guy, Cruel Play is a Hopeless Challenge, So I'll Give My Best to Break the Flags and Strive for Survival ~ - Chapter 63: The Sinister Betch Becomes Even More Sinister

Chapter 63: The Sinister Betch Becomes Even More Sinister

“Natalia-san, over there.”

Upon arriving at the pond, I pointed at Batista, who was still bound and rolling on the ground. Taking into account the time spent traveling to and from the building where the Saintess resided, and the interactions we had, more than an hour had passed.

Considering this, one could say that the mob Holy Knight had received a fitting punishment. If I had been left in such a state, my mental fortitude would have definitely crumbled from the shame and humiliation.

…Well, there’s also a possibility that it could have awakened something else in me.

“Ludwig-san, could you lead me to him like this…?”

“Uh, sure…”

I didn’t mind, but from the perspective of the mob Holy Knight, this would be a horrendous ordeal. The reason he betrayed the Saintess in the first place was that he believed she had been defiled by me.

And so,

“Ah…Ahhhhhhh!”

As expected, the moment Batista saw her, he burst into uncontrollable tears.

“Batista, what reason do you have to cry?”

“What do you mean ‘what reason’? You, my Saintess, have been defiled, both body and soul, by an ‘ugly orc’ like him!”

As the Saintess spoke in her usual flat tone, Batista broke into bloody tears. Was I considered that disgusting just for carrying her like a princess?

“Ara, you’re one to talk. You lying there shamelessly, all tied up; I would say you’re the one who is defiled.”

“What are you saying! You… you betrayed me!”

What nonsense. The Saintess, who was just a betch, teased me thinking I was a loser, and he took it all wrong, feeling betrayed and even attempting to kill me.

“You say I’ve betrayed you, but from the start, you were never more than a servant to me.”

“Ha… Don’t joke around! You told me yourself! That you ‘rely on me more than anyone else,’ that you ‘only want Batista by your side’!”

At the words spat out by the mob Holy Knight, the Saintess trembled in my arms.

“Fuh… hahahaha! Those were just social courtesies, weren’t they? Did you really take them to heart?”

Ah, she was just mocking him. But this sinister Saintess, she really knows how to hit where it hurts.

Thanks to her, the look on Batista’s face was filled with despair. If he weren’t bound, he might have thrown himself into the pond by now.

“Hahaha… Ah, that was entertaining, Batista.”

“You… YOUUUUUUUUUUU!”

Overwhelmed by the utter negation of his feelings and the added insult of betrayal, Batista’s face contorted demonically. Coupled with his bloody tears, he looked like a protagonist from a certain dark fantasy manga.

Still, his reaction is the same as that of a fanboy disillusioned upon learning his idol is dating someone, cheating, or smoking. While I can empathize a bit with the disillusionment—having been a loser in my previous life—I can’t ignore the fact that he’s done something utterly unacceptable.

His actions are worse than being a stalker on social media or forums. Oh, and just for the record, I despise that sort of behavior.

“Don’t you find your current position a bit hypocritical? You demand purity from me as a Saintess, yet you try to make yourself something special in my eyes.”

“Wha—!?”

At the Saintess’s piercing observation, the mob Holy Knight was left breathless. But she’s right, his thinking aligns with that of a fanboy.

..Had we known each other in a previous life, Batista and I might have become good friends. But then again, his pride is ridiculously high, and he’s quite good-looking, so that’s absolutely not happening.

“Besides.”

“…Besides?”

“Ufufu. I’m not particularly attached to the title of Saint, you know.”

““Huh?””

At this, not just Batista, but even I couldn’t help but widen my eyes. 

After all, the Saintess… Natalia, had always considered her existence solely defined by being a Saintess. That’s why, in “The Ugly Orc Strikes Back,” she clung to that title, succumbing to the overwhelming expectations and eventually giving herself over to the demon Diabolo and pleasures.

What could have brought about this change in her mindset?

“So, please refrain from harboring strange illusions about me. That being said, you’re neither my servant nor anything to me now, and we will likely never meet again.”

“Ah… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Ah, well… the mob Holy Knight has finally broken down. Speaking of which, this sinister Saintess really is ruthless towards her former servant.

Well, he misunderstood, became disillusioned, and even tried to kill her, so it serves him right, I suppose.

“Ludwig-san, let’s go.”

“Eh? Wait, are we just going to leave Batista like this?”

“Yes. To me, he’s worth less than a pebble on the road. Besides, fufu, I had taken the ‘magic-absorbing stone’ out of my mouth to talk to this man.”

The Saintess showed me the small “magic absorbing stone” resting in her palm.

“So Ludwig, could you please place this ‘demon-absorbing stone’ back into my mouth?”

“Huh? Can’t you do that yourself?”

“Well, the petrification hasn’t fully worn off yet, so I can’t quite manage to get it into my mouth…”

With a melancholic look, the Saintess peered into my face. Somehow, it felt manipulative.

But well, I guess that’s tolerable.

So then,

“Here you go… W-Wait!?”

“Mm…slurp, smooch.”

What the heck? Is this Saintess really sucking on my finger with such enthusiasm!?

“H-Hold on, Natalia-san!”

“Slurp… Fufu, I got a taste of you, Ludwig-san.”

She licks her rosy lips and reveals a bewitching smile. Wait, what’s this? Is she getting aroused?

“…Natalia-sama, I shall carry you on our way back.”

“I respectfully decline.”

With a voice lower than I’ve ever heard, Ilse tries to take the Saintess away from me. On the other hand, the Saintess wraps her arm around my neck, indicating she wants to stay with me.

Amidst this awkward situation, the mob Holy Knight lay at my feet, blowing bubbles from his mouth as he fainted from the sheer shock.

TLN: It’s been a while and I don’t remember the rules I set before for this novel, so you may find it a bit different from the past translations.