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Main scenario episode.

「Witch Hunt」

This scenario lives up to its name, unfolding exactly as the imagery of a “witch hunt” might suggest.

An inquisitor dispatched from the Vatican.

Among them, of course, are witches disguised within their ranks, alongside innocent victims wrongfully accused of being demons.

And, of course, the grand finale: an extravagant execution by fire.

At first glance, this scenario follows the predictable, almost cliché path of a classic story. But there’s a deeper significance to this seemingly hackneyed progression.

It marks the intensification of the conflict between the Empire and the Vatican.

Added to these external tensions, the internal struggle for the imperial throne among the Empire’s heirs grows fiercer.

‘Everything goes to hell.’

Humans begin to clash violently.

And when conflicts arise, there are always those who stand to gain. In this case, it’s the Bloodstone Cult that profits from the chaos.

The next episode, aptly titled “Destruction”, follows naturally from this.

It’s a story as obvious as it gets.

Of course, I’ve never progressed far enough to see that episode firsthand, so I’m not entirely sure about the details.

For now, the immediate focus is on the “Witch Hunt” episode. At this point, one can’t help but sense it intuitively.

Who will become the sacrifice of this witch hunt?

“…Hmm.”

A puddle on the street catches my eye. I could avoid stepping into it, but crossing through it would be quicker.

The same principle applies to this scenario.

“The fastest route is already decided.”

A direct breakthrough.

Throwing myself into the center of the scenario by becoming the prey of the hunt.

It’s the quickest and most efficient way forward.

I should steel myself for what’s to come.

“Brother Ian!”

Someone rushes toward me from behind, their hurried steps making a flapping sound.

No, perhaps “fluttering” is more accurate.

The person panting as they sprint toward me is none other than Elena.

“What’s the matter?”

“I missed you, Brother! I went to the club, but they said you’d left, so I followed!”

What a flirtatious thing to say. Yet Elena’s innocent smile as she says it compels me to unconsciously pat her head.

“Ah! Elena is an adult now!”

Despite her protest, she closes her eyes and enjoys my touch, her lips curling into a pleased smile.

Looking at Elena, I sometimes think.

This girl must be the real “priest”.

If all the clergy of the Deus faith were like her, the impending crises in this story might never come to pass.

But humans are ultimately creatures tainted by base desires.

The place I’m heading toward is filled with such individuals.

Even if one were to have desires, it’d be ideal if they were as cute and harmless as Elena’s.

That said, Elena didn’t come all this way purely because she missed me.

Perhaps she was bored.

Or craving sugared fruit.

Lately, though—

“So, why are you here?”

Elena giggles bashfully at my question.

“I… I wanted to hold your hand, Brother.”

“I figured as much.”

“Will you let me?”

Elena looks up at me, her expression akin to a puppy begging for a treat.

She even lets out faint whimpering noises, as if mimicking a dog.

If she had a tail, it would surely be wagging enthusiastically.

The reason for her obsession with my hand is understandable.

But that doesn’t mean I plan to give it up so easily. It’s a bit troublesome how clingy she can be.

I lightly press her broad forehead back with my fingers.

“Ah! You’re supposed to place your hand in mine, not on my forehead!”

“You’d lick it if I did, so no.”

“Th-that was just an accident!”

“For something you call an accident, you were quite enthusiastic about licking it.”

This was the same girl who, while asking to see my hand, suddenly bit it.

The sensation of Elena’s soft, squishy tongue is still fresh in my mind.

“It was an irresistible force!”

“You do realize you’re sounding like a total p*rvert right now?”

“I’m not a pervert! I was just acting on instinct! Suppressing everything isn’t healthy!”

“That’s what makes you a pervert.”

“Fine then, I’ll be a pervert! So please give me your hand, Brother Ian…”

Elena lunged for my hand, but I adeptly stepped back a few paces, avoiding her grasp.

I waved my hand in front of her face, and her gaze followed it like a cat tracking a moving toy.

This peculiar obsession began by sheer coincidence.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

A few days ago.

On the day I prepared Snowflake Fruits for the club members to celebrate my hand’s recovery.

— Swish.

The moment my hand brushed against Elena’s as I handed her a Snowflake Tomato.

— Ah! I think I just felt the warmth of Deus! What was that?! Something’s wrong with me!

Elena exclaimed dramatically, retracing her thoughts before finally arriving at a conclusion.

— It’s because of Brother Ian’s hand!

At the time, I hadn’t fully restrained the magical energy I had been using to prepare the Snowflake Fruits.

She claimed the warmth emanating from my hand felt incredibly comforting, not exactly like divine energy but something comparable.

And that’s why Elena has been clinging to me ever since.

“So, you see! Just let me hold it! Only for a day! No, six hours! I need you, Brother Ian!”

Her behavior was less that of a disciple and more like an addict. But then again, isn’t that the most disciple-like behavior of all?

Finally, she let out a dramatic huff, sulking as she said:

“You’re so mean, Brother! If you needed me, I’d gladly offer myself to you! Aren’t we comrades?”

“No, Elena. You don’t need me.”

“What…?”

“You need a ten-billion-Krone hand. That’s incredibly materialistic of you.”

I flexed my fingers one by one, and Elena’s gaze followed them intently.

“That’s not what I—”

“Then what is it? You weren’t like this before, so why now?”

“It just… feels deeper now. Everything about it has changed!”

“It’s premium craftsmanship, that’s why. Materialist.”

“Ugh, fine! Call me materialistic! Just give me your hand, Brother Ian!”

When Elena came darting toward me again, I finally relented and let her hold my hand.

She started kneading it like a child with a new toy.

“Don’t press so hard.”

“Can’t you release a bit more magic energy, Brother Ian?”

“No matter how much you squeeze, there’s nothing left to release.”

“Hiiing.”

Like a kid with her favorite plaything, Elena fiddled with my hand, looking as though she couldn’t be happier.

Seeing how much she enjoyed it, I couldn’t find it in me to refuse.

“…There’s definitely something special about Brother Ian’s hand. Or maybe it’s your magic power…”

Muttering to herself, she clung to me as I continued walking. Elena held onto my hand with both of hers.

“By the way, where are you going, Brother Ian?”

“Nowhere in particular.”

“Just taking a walk?”

“Something like that. There’s someone I need to meet.”

“Shouldn’t you have made an appointment, then?”

“No. They’ll come to me.”

“But you haven’t set a time or place!”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t get it.”

Elena tilted her head in confusion, and I chuckled softly.

When I thought about it, I didn’t fully understand it either.

I was simply walking, taking in the sights of the Academy’s scenery.

And sure enough, this happened.

“You’re Ian Blackangers, correct?”

A boy clad in pristine white priest robes approached.

With his neatly combed blond hair and pure, angelic appearance, he looked like a saintly youth.

“That’s me.”

“Hahaha! It’s great to meet you. I’ve finally found you!”

Smiling warmly as if reuniting with an old friend, the boy introduced himself.

“I’m Oscar Javert, Inquisitor of Heresy from the Deus Church.”

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*** (Strategy) If You Meet These Characters, Just Run Without Looking Back***

If you encounter these individuals, don’t even think about fighting.

Just run.

Or, better yet, ask them to kill you swiftly so you can grab an item for your next playthrough.

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【 Name 】: Osgar Javert

【 Danger 】: SSS

【 Rank 】: 5 Star+++

【 Affiliation 】: Vatican

【 Weapon 】: Fist (Really just fights with bare fists)

At first glance, he looks delicate.

He’s around 160 cm tall—maybe slightly taller?

His appearance is that of a perfect pretty boy, with a charming smile that makes you underestimate him.

Even if you provoke him, he’s all smiles and good manners on the surface. But don’t be fooled—he’s issuing invisible warning notices with every interaction. Ignore them at your peril. 𝙧áŊΟʙĚṦ

I didn’t, and I got to see his smile while being beaten to a bloody pulp. I couldn’t even control my character before I died.

It’s ridiculous—he uses nothing but his bare fists, and yet it feels like the laws of the universe are bending around him.

After reincarnating a few times and digging into his backstory, here’s what I found:

His role is Inquisitor of Heresy.

He operates almost exclusively under orders from the Pope.

His weapon is, indeed, just his fists.

But here’s the kicker: his combat style is completely otherworldly.

During one timeline, there was a war between the Empire and the Holy Constantine Alliance.

Oscar punched his way through the battlefield, carving a literal highway with his bare hands. Soldiers were flying left and right like ragdolls.

The strategy to deal with him is simple: don’t fight him.

If you’re up against a powerful magician, you can at least destroy their body, right?

But Oscar? His body itself is the magic. You’ll understand if you ever fight him—though I don’t recommend it.

Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to pick fights indiscriminately.

As long as you don’t offend the Papal Court, you’re unlikely to end up on his radar.

Let me rephrase that.

Oscar Javert.

Because of this guy alone, do not ever offend the Vatican.

He’s a walking calamity.

But if you do manage to offend them?

Congratulations.

Someone once said:

“To a demon, an angel is nothing less than a demon itself.”

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The walking calamity has come to stand before me.

“A pleasure to meet you, Ian. Your hand has healed remarkably fast. Suspiciously so.”

He said it with the most dazzling smile.