Torm was a man so fat he looked like a pig.
Normally, a potbelly could be seen as a sign of wealth, but this man took it to an extreme.
His swollen gut made it look difficult for him even to walk properly, and every so often, the fat around his airway made him wheeze, Kuhup—a sound like a pig being slaughtered.
Because of his appearance, Torm had remained unmarried even at the age of twenty-nine.
The only reason he was able to run with John’s well-connected gang in the village was money.
Torm’s father was the village’s only innkeeper, raking in money during each of the Church of the Sun’s four major seasonal festivals.
With his pockets well lined, Torm could stay with John’s gang.
And thanks to that, he had opportunities to rape women that a man like him would otherwise never have had.
Of course, the only women Torm could rape were women John’s gang had gotten tired of and discarded, or prostitutes. But since Torm had been a virgin, even that was more than enough for him.
Yet as time passed, Torm gradually became dissatisfied with being treated like someone fed other people’s leftovers.
He wanted to fuck a young virgin too.
He wanted to use a clean pussy, not one dirtied by another man’s semen.
Too timid to say it openly to John’s gang, he nevertheless resolved that if the chance ever came, he would seize it.
Then Finn delivered the sleeping pills he had procured to Torm.
It was an opportunity that would never come again.
Kuhup. Now I get to have a virgin too.
John had repeatedly warned them to keep quiet until the church withdrew, but John’s warning had long since vanished from Torm’s mind, consumed as it was by his base desires.
Having heard that the church would be leaving soon anyway, Torm believed this was his last chance.
He slipped sleeping pills into the food of every guest staying at the inn.
Then, in the dead of night, he headed for the room of the girl he had marked out earlier that day.
Kuhup. Cute, and young.
A fifteen-year-old girl who had come to the church with her father.
Excited by the sight of a girl who had never been touched by a man, Torm immediately pulled out his cock and tried to rape her.
That was when it happened.
Bang!
"Kuhup?!"
Torm jolted at the sound of something falling.
He sensed someone’s presence, but fortunately, the only person nearby was the sleeping girl’s father.
It was just a rat.
Torm thought nothing of it and climbed onto the bed again to rape the girl.
"Who are you?"
"Huh?"
Contrary to what Finn had said about the sleeping pills’ effects, the girl’s father had awakened because of the noise from earlier.
Torm sensed that something had gone wrong, but it was already too late.
"What the hell are you doing to my daughter?!"
The girl’s father exploded in rage and charged at Torm.
"Lena, are you all right? Open your eyes. Lena!"
Because the father was more concerned for his daughter’s safety, Torm barely managed to flee.
But the commotion woke the other guests staying at the inn as well.
"What’s going on?"
"Fuck, why is that bastard’s pants off?"
"Catch that bastard! He tried to rape my daughter!"
"What?"
The worshippers gathered for the Ceremony of Light did not know one another, but they all served the goddess Helia.
As followers of the same god, they shared an emotional bond.
Enough to react instantly to one father’s cry.
"You son of a bitch!"
"Isn’t that the innkeeper’s son?"
"Catch him! No, break his damn legs!"
As a result, Torm could not get far before he was caught.
And he had not even managed to hide the sleeping pills, the evidence against him.
"Kuhup, fuck! Kuhup! Fuuuck! Finn, you bastard!"
In the end, Torm was dragged away by the worshippers, cursing Finn for deceiving him.
And someone watched it all with a faint smile.
"He really does sound like a pig being slaughtered."
It was the very person responsible for waking the girl’s father with that noise and engineering the current situation.
. . .
[A Gloomy Witch’s Circumstances] was a game in which Aurora, the heroine, made all manner of potions with ingredients she gathered from the forest.
True to her role as a witch, the potions she handled ranged from deadly poisons to sleeping pills, paralytics, and even aphrodisiacs. Its main content involved developing new recipes and crafting rare medicines.
Naturally, the recipes also included methods for neutralizing potions, and among them, the countermeasure for sleeping pills was simple enough for even an ordinary person to follow.
Who would have thought those expensive sleeping pills could be countered with nothing but mint leaves?
Eating even a small amount of mint leaves, which had a mild stimulating effect, canceled out the sleeping pills’ effects.
Thanks to that, I could easily teach Torm a lesson for trying to fuck a young girl with sleeping pills.
I’d wanted to kill that bastard ever since I saw him in the game.
No matter that fifteen-year-olds were considered adults in this world, I could not tolerate someone trying to rape a girl who was still emotionally a child.
But if I leave it at this, Tom will try to settle it with money.
The fact that the innkeeper’s son had tried to rape a guest’s daughter ought to be enough to put the inn out of business. But given the insularity of a rural village, proper punishment would be difficult.
Besides, Tom, the innkeeper, had close ties with the village chief.
The reason he could keep his business running despite gouging the worshippers was because the village chief had turned a blind eye behind the scenes.
The village chief was taking kickbacks from Tom, after all.
They would try to cover up this incident too, taking advantage of the countryside’s particular insularity.
But that was only possible as long as the relationship between the village chief and Tom remained intact.
Shall I sow a little discord for the first time in a while?
. . .
Entiel Village was thrown into turmoil in the middle of the night.
The worshippers who had come to visit the church were furious over the innkeeper’s son trying to rape a guest’s daughter.
"Innkeeper! How are you going to take responsibility for this?!"
"Come now, she didn’t even lose her virginity. Let’s settle this quietly."
"What did you say?!"
"My son is just full of youthful vigor. Let’s let this pass amicably."
"You bastard!"
Even amid such a situation, Tom remained calm.
His son’s mistake infuriated him, but he did not consider the present problem particularly serious.
They were outsiders, after all, and would quiet down on their own after some time passed.
If they continued to protest, he intended to stuff some money into their hands.
That was, until someone escalated the incident.
"Fortunately, it looks like she was given sleeping pills. Your daughter will wake up in a few hours."
"Is that true? Thank you."
Hunter Ian.
The man who had settled in the village a month earlier suddenly inserted himself into the affair, and things swiftly spiraled out of control.
"Sleeping pills?"
"Fuck, then this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment crime!"
"Come to think of it, my wife hasn’t woken up either."
"The innkeeper’s son drugged the food we ate!"
"He might have raped my wife or my daughter this way before!"
In the end, the worshippers rioted, and Tom’s inn became a complete madhouse in an instant.
The village militia was deployed because of the riot.
"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night?! Drop your weapons, now!"
"Shut up! Do you even know what the innkeeper’s son did?!"
"If he tried to rape someone else’s daughter, he should’ve been prepared for this!"
And so the worshippers and village militia faced off.
"This is all your fault! You said unnecessary things, and now look at this mess!"
Tom grabbed Ian by the collar and threatened him.
He believed Ian was the reason the matter had become so serious.
"You’ll be responsible for compensating our losses. Remember that!"
"The one who needs to take responsibility is your son."
"What?!"
Tom glared at Ian as if he wanted to kill him, but Ian paid him no mind.
Then he headed toward the village chief, who had arrived belatedly to contain the incident.
"Village Chief, I have something to tell you."
"Ian, what do you think you’re doing? Why did you take the outsiders’ side and turn this into such a disaster?!"
"That isn’t what matters right now."
Ian spoke in a low voice that only the village chief could hear.
"I heard at the church that an Inquisitor will be visiting for this Ceremony of Light."
"?!"
At the word Inquisitor, the village chief’s face went pale.
Long ago, there had been a rural village where wives were treated as public property.
Their custom made no exceptions for outsiders, and they gang-raped the wives of travelers who visited their village.
Then one day, they gang-raped even the wife of a worshipper who served the goddess Helia, and unable to bear the humiliation, she killed herself.
The rural village tried to cover up the matter, but they could not prevent word from getting out.
The problem came afterward.
Word of the village that used wives as public property reached the Church of the Sun, and an Inquisitor was dispatched to investigate.
As a result, every man in the village was castrated and reduced to the status of a slave.
The village chief knew full well that this was not merely a rumor.
No, he could not possibly not know.
Because he was the only person who had escaped from that village.
At Ian’s words that an Inquisitor was coming, the village chief, as the village’s representative, could not help trembling in fear.
Inquisitors were beings even nobles could not treat carelessly to begin with.
It would not be difficult for them to wipe out an entire rural village.
What if they learned that someone had tried to rape a worshipper’s daughter?
The nightmare of the past could repeat itself.
Of course, an Inquisitor would not go that far over an attempted rape alone, but once the village chief was gripped by old terror, his judgment became clouded.
"I-Is that information true?"
"Yes. The abbess heard it herself."
"This is driving me mad."
The village chief felt as though everything had gone dark before his eyes.
It felt as though everything he had built up until now might vanish all at once.
"We need to resolve this matter ourselves. It cannot reach the Inquisitor’s ears."
"Yes, we have to handle it ourselves."
Ian’s advice snapped the village chief back to his senses. As Ian had said, he could not simply stand by and do nothing.
"What needs cutting must be cut."
The village chief said it while glaring at Tom.
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