Taiyon, India.
South Region.
Amidst rumors of an epidemic spreading and hindering the ability to wage war, I heard whispers that India was relatively less affected.
If there are fewer illnesses, then I can confidently rape women and have new encounters.
That’s why I came here.
But at the border line, enemy soldiers, human shields for their kin, launched diseased corpses and sick warriors via catapult.
“It stinks so bad! With this stench filling the air… there’s no way women will come out of their buildings…”
Even if I tried to peek inside with my Astral Body,札術士 (Talisman Artists) are.
extremely secretive.
They never share their research findings with anyone outside their sect.
When a practitioner dies, their research is destroyed, unless it’s stored in a vault.
It disintegrates into fine dust, beyond the reach of even repair Magic Tools.
Even the practitioner’s corpse undergoes this process.
The brain holding memories. Hints revealed by old scars from research.
They are so thorough in their efforts to prevent information leakage.
If I were to try and rape a woman, she’d just commit suicide, leaving me with nothing.
Peeking is impossible due to multiple barriers.
Even if I could peek, if the other party realized they were being watched… they’d burn down their house and disappear into the clouds.
“This is the worst country for me.”
This is how it always is.
During wartime, security measures are even stricter to prevent information from leaking to enemy countries.
What am I supposed to do?
札術士 (Talisman Artists), with their rough outer garments, make it hard to distinguish between men and women.
The number of talismans, papers, and medicine tubes they carry on the inside.
Whether internal embroidery of Magic or Sorcery formulas.
“I wonder which clan has a higher ratio of girls.”
If I were to be initiated by a skinny guy, it would be a lifelong trauma.
Knock, knock. Knock, knock.
“Who is it? What do you want? Heh. Wait a moment.”
The Ukoyu Sect.
I’ve decided to be initiated into that sect.
I hope there are more girls in my faction…
“An examination will be conducted. Enter.”
Beyond the door that only I could fit through.
The gatekeepers, should I call them masked officers, and guards?
They all looked the same.
Deceiving their height with thick-soled footwear.
How much… (omitted).
“Using the materials on that long table, create something. Based on its quality, I will decide whether to accept you.”
Should I create something?
Or should I say I cannot do it, in line with their secretive nature?
“What’s wrong? If you’re not going to do anything, I’ll have you leave the premises.”
“I will create something.”
Sigh, I remember needing to inscribe spell formulas on catalyst paper or stones with magic-infused liquid.
I don’t know any spell formulas.
I’m more of a feel-based person. My possession ability, too.
I grasp things through experience.
I don’t know magic or spell formulas from other worlds either.
If I just draw a circle or an X, won’t something activate?
“Hmm. You’re quite skillful. Were you thinking about the process?”
“That is correct. Please, this is what I have created.”
“I will take this upstairs. You will wait here. You, guard (watch) this person.”
Oh dear.
Their gazes pierce through me.
I distract myself imagining there are women among them.
When a sudden explosion echoes from the residence the masked officer headed towards.
…Should I run?
Ah, they won’t let me, will they? Hahaha.
“The item you created had considerable power.”
“Eh, so, is that a pass or fail for the examination?”
They tested it in a proper experimental room. If it had exploded midway, I would have become an assassin. Haaah.
“You passed. Welcome to the Ukoyu Sect. We welcome you, new disciple.”
Clap, clap.
“Congratulations.”
I was welcomed with applause even from the guards.
I was shown to my room, left my luggage, and then guided to the dojo where the retainers of the Ukoyu head were waiting.
I gave a false name.
From today, I am Ramba.
After the appraisal was finished,
I was returned to my room, and from tomorrow, the training for new disciples, who have been here for a short time, will begin.
I hope the training hall is filled with the scent of women.
My wish was in vain. No one was wearing perfume.
Instead, the scent of medicinal herbs and poisonous herbs designed to prevent magic from dissipating filled the air.
Ughh, the pheromones of women, of women’s bodies~~.
“Ramba, what are you groaning about?”
A new disciple, who joined a few days before me.
I have no intention of remembering his name. Because he’s a man.
“I was just wondering if there were any girls. Having them around cheers things up, you know? Makes you feel like you can do something good, right?”
“Ah, that way of thinking. Certainly, when you’re in a good mood, it feels like you can do something good, doesn’t it? ♪”
Even if a guy gives me a smile from behind a mask, I’m not happy at all. I can’t imagine what he looks like from his voice alone, but.
My sixth sense whispers that he’s an ugly guy.
“Hey there. Stop what you’re doing. I know it’s tedious to do monotonous work endlessly. But you know, if you become careless like this in ordinary or extraordinary situations, it can be fatal. Moreover… inconsistent crushing will be severely punished.”
” “Ugh… Hmph.” ”
I crushed the medicinal herbs in the mortar twice as much as the others, grinding them into juice and pulp.
Grind, grind. Grind, grind.
” “I… I’m done… alas.” ”
“Let me see. Rub, rub. Sniff, sniff. The fineness of the crush. The scent. For a newcomer, there’s quite a lot to see. With this, you can move on to the talisman crafting process soon.”
“Thank you very much! ♪”
“…Lively, aren’t you.”
Yes, you’re very energetic.
I returned to my room, weak and dizzy.
And collapsed onto the futon.
The fatigue vanished in a day.
But there was no mental solace.
“Haaah. If only I could see what’s under that mask… I’ll hurry up and get to the talisman crafting process, shed my newcomer status, and establish a research meeting as a fellow disciple. Then I’ll hire women as staff!”
I am Rayos, and I will achieve this.
Three months later (150 days).
My wish is granted.
“Why isn’t anyone coming to see me? Is it because I’m an outsider? It’s not that. What on earth is the cause?”
