When I Met a Woman in a Harsh World Where Chastity Is Reversed, She Became a Yandere and Started Worshipping Me Like a God for Some Reason - Chapter 32

“…Nom.”

I swallowed the breakfast prepared for me.

I hate the Pope, and I have no good memories of this city, but the food itself isn’t at fault.

Besides, someone went to the trouble of making it. It would feel rude not to eat it, so I didn’t feel like saying I didn’t need it or leaving it unfinished.

“…Even though I hate the Pope!”

That’s the one thing I’m very clear about.

Still, compared to Nia’s cooking, it’s far from impressive. It just doesn’t taste as good.

Maybe I’ve gotten too used to Nia’s cooking, or maybe I’ve become someone who can only be satisfied with her food. Either way, it’s a luxurious problem to have.

“Thanks for the meal.”

After finishing, I rang the bell by my hand, and the door opened.

A man waiting outside came in to clear the dishes, but as he did, he gave me an obvious click of his tongue.

(Seriously…Who would welcome someone like me?)

The Pope had informed the other men about my existence, if not my name.

Having power on par with a god means that my future position is guaranteed. But many of them clearly dislike the idea that someone like me, a mere kid, is the one who holds such power and suddenly gains this status.

(Not that I wanted it at all…)

But the thought of not having my memories back sends chills down my spine.

The fact that my powers awakened because of a woman is one thing, but if I hadn’t remembered, I might’ve awakened by doing something weird with another man—that would’ve been a nightmare.

“Really…I’m glad I got my memories back.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, man.”

“Tch, why would a brat like you get the Pope’s favor…”

I can’t hear, I can’t hear.

Even though he’s an adult, I’m not scared just because he glares at me like that. I don’t even feel like responding.

“I don’t want the Pope’s favor either, and I definitely don’t want this position—”

But at least let me complain a bit.

What kind of god is this? What kind of “chosen one” am I? I was living the happiest moment of my life, and then that bald jerk dragged me back here. I’d rather leave this city under his rule.

“You little brat!”

As soon as I closed my eyes, I was struck hard on the cheek.

I didn’t expect to get hit, so I tumbled off my chair.

“Kazuki, I know all about you. You said some nonsense about wanting to see a woman and then left, right? Why does a weirdo like you get to sit in that position? God’s power? What a joke! What’s the Pope even thinking?”

My cheek throbbed from the hit.

Now that I think about it, even in my past life, I rarely experienced being punched like this. Sure, it hurt and felt unfair, but I also found it oddly refreshing.

“Hah, so just because I said I wanted to meet a woman, I get called names like this? That’s exactly why I wanted to leave this place.”

“You really are disgusting. One day, the Pope will see through you, and I’m looking forward to watching him abandon you!”

“Then I hope he hurries up and gets sick of me so I can leave. Better yet, why don’t you take me out of here yourself? Then you wouldn’t have to be so irritated.”

Maybe I should have stopped there, but I kept going.

“Are you afraid of the Pope? In the end, you’re just a coward.”

That was a blatant provocation.

The man’s face turned red with rage, and he grabbed my throat.

“Ugh!?”

“Don’t get cocky, you brat!”

As he strangled me, a thought crossed my mind.

I don’t want this position at all, but I’m still someone the Pope values. If this guy is attacking me just because he doesn’t like me, won’t there be consequences for him later? I’m almost worried for him.

“Hah, you’re crying like a pathetic little thing.”

Of course, man. When your body’s in pain, you’re going to cry.

“…? What the hell is that?”

But then something strange happened.

The man stared at me in confusion. I realized he was looking at my tears, but I was shocked too.

The tears falling from my eyes and landing on my hand were as black as ink, like I had dissolved paint in them.

“…!?”

When I looked in the mirror, I saw black tears streaming from my eyes.

The man who had touched those tears instantly pulled his hand back, screaming at the top of his lungs, making me want to cover my ears.

“Aaaaaahhhh!”

The man’s fingers that had touched my tears slowly lost their color. His skin turned black, like ash from a burnt log…and then, piece by piece, his index finger dissolved into the air.

“What…?”

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. My skill.

My skill had effects like increasing vitality or granting resistance, but it also had a “reverse” effect.

If granting vitality was one thing, could taking it away be the opposite…?

So, my black tears touched his finger, and it disappeared. Is that what happened?

“What’s going on here!?”

“Wha!? Your Holiness…?”

Of course, the commotion attracted the Pope, who entered the room.

He quickly grasped the situation from the state of the room and immediately started shouting at the man to leave.

“Y-Your Holiness! That boy is cursed! When I touched his tears, my finger—”

“You must have been careless. A single finger is no big deal. Now, leave this place at once.”

“What!?”

After the man left, the Pope looked at me.

(So gross…)

When I turned to look at him, the Pope had a blissful, ecstatic expression on his face.

Seeing that made my skin crawl with disgust, and I couldn’t help but rub my arms in discomfort.

“Marvelous…truly marvelous, Kazuki! That power is yet another proof of your god-like ability! Ah, yes, you really are meant to be here!”

I felt a chill as the Pope expressed satisfaction over what had happened, even though I had caused that man’s finger to rot away.

At that moment, I made a firm vow to myself: I would escape from this crazy man’s grasp.

But to do that, I had to put on a little act.

“Your Holiness…I’ve reconsidered.”

“Oh! You understand now! Ah, but I see your cheek is red from being struck earlier. Of course, I’ll see to it that it’s treated, and that man will be severely punished.”

“That guy…well, putting that aside, Your Holiness, you’re such a wonderful person. You don’t seem to have any weaknesses.”

“I am still just a regular human, you know. I do have weaknesses…though I’d rather not remember it. Once, a long time ago, a book made by some women got mixed in with my belongings. It had illustrations in it, and the moment I saw the interactions between a man and a woman, I fell terribly ill with a high fever…That was quite the trauma for me.”

The moment I heard that, I smirked secretly.

To completely destroy this Pope, there was only one way. I might have to go through with the plan I had in mind…I wonder what Ceres would think.

But before escaping, I needed to figure out how to contact Ceres and the others.

(It’s decided. The only way to break these men is to show them what kind of person I really am and make sure they never want anything to do with me again…And that way is…)

I concluded that the Pope and the others would be repulsed by an intense interaction with a woman.

“I can’t even imagine doing anything with a woman…Ah, no. Just thinking about it makes me feel cold. Unlike me, the people of this city have no tolerance for such things. I hope they’ll only collapse from the shock.”

This bald guy keeps revealing more weaknesses.

I might be putting too much faith in this idea, but I’m sure of one thing: this is no lie. I can tell.

The Pope, and the other men here, are always honest when they talk about how much they hate women.

(Ceres…I might be about to make a ridiculous proposal to you. But if you agree…there really could be a revolution.)

…I’m starting to feel a bit embarrassed now.