“Oh my goodness!”

The girl who came down from the attic shrank her shoulders. The girl was none other than Mila, the village chief’s granddaughter.

Displeased, the village chief struck the floor with his cane and scolded her.

“Didn’t this old man clearly tell you! ‘Don’t go near that child!'”

In the face of her grandfather’s shouting, Mila calmly pouted her lips. Then she rummaged through her pocket and abruptly held out something.

“I came because I had something important, you know? It’s because of this!”

“Hmm? What is this?”

The village chief narrowed his eyes and took what his granddaughter offered. It was a small, fragrant pouch.

“It’s potpourri. Made with dried herbs.”

“…Did you make this?”

“How could I make this? ‘That child’ made it. Said she’d do some busywork before the door fully opens and she’s offered as a sacrifice. I just brought her the materials.”

Mila’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she took back the pouch.

“She said to give them out as gifts to people after she’s gone, but is she crazy? Giving away something this pretty for free. I’m going to sell them when the market opens in the city.”

The village chief felt pleased seeing his granddaughter so shrewdly looking out for her own interests.

Moreover, it was truly fortunate that ‘that child,’ who had been running wild like a foal since gaining her voice, had finally accepted her fate.

The village chief, feeling much more at ease, gently patted his granddaughter’s shoulder.

“Yes, yes. As expected, our granddaughter takes after me. The money you make from selling those, add it to your dowry…”

Boom―.

A sudden, powerful vibration threw the village chief and Mila to the floor. Screams of people could be heard from outside. The two scrambled up and looked out the window.

The yellow beam of light that had been rising in the distance was gradually turning white with a rumbling sound.

When that light turns completely white, the door to Tronos will open and monsters will burst out.

The village chief, greatly alarmed, pushed his granddaughter.

“I must go to the young master right away! You go and bring ‘that child’, quickly!”

“Y-Yes…!”

The two scattered in a flurry. All the while, the vibrations continued.

As if heralding the end of this village.

* * *

On a low hill at the western outskirts of the village.

A pretty woman stood there, wearing a red dress symbolizing the sacrifice, gazing intently. Her straight gaze reached the massive pillar of light that stretched far beyond the clouds.

The cheap red fabric of her skirt fluttered gently in the breeze. Watching this scene, the village chief approached with a fake cough.

“Don’t resent us too much, Wooo-!”

The village chief, who was trying to offer meaningless comfort, couldn’t finish his words and sneezed with a strange sound. It was due to the strong herbal scent emanating from the woman.

The woman, without even glancing at the village chief, resolutely stepped forward on her own. The villagers who had been prepared to forcibly push her if she resisted, sheepishly hid the poles they were holding behind their backs.

At some distance from the light pillar stood Bigsir Buren, who had arrived early.

Bigsir Buren was feeling considerable fear at the fact that he was closer to the door than others. However, he tried to put on a brave front, puffing out his chest.

Finally, the woman approached close enough for conversation. Bigsir Buren put on a vile smile and stood with one leg forward.

“How do you feel now? Scared? Huh?”

The woman didn’t answer. Instead, she lowered her head dejectedly.

And when she raised her head again moments later, her face had become so sorrowful that it would make anyone’s heart ache.

Bigsir Buren’s face turned bright red as he met her moist eyes. The woman, quietly staring at such a man, opened her mouth.

“Young master…”

It was a plaintive voice.

Bigsir Buren gulped. In an instant, a sweet and pleasant life with the woman flashed through his mind, from marriage to death.

‘Ahem, she’s trying to flatter me out of fear. Indeed, even this bitch couldn’t resist in the end.’

Satisfied, Bigsir Buren cleared his throat and affected a kind voice.

“I’m a generous man, so if you say you’ll be my woman even now, I’ll specially forgive you. Come, come here.”

Bigsir Buren spread his arms. Surprisingly, the woman began to run towards him vigorously.

Bigsir Buren’s mouth spread into a wide grin. But then, as the approaching woman’s eyes met his, a chill ran down his spine.

‘Why, why… is she running with such flashing eyes.’

Just like… the face of someone about to push their mortal enemy into a cesspit…

“W-Wait! Stop!”

Sensing danger instinctively, Bigsir Buren cried out urgently. Of course, naturally, the woman didn’t stop.

The woman kicked off the ground and soared into the air. And the next moment, a powerful dropkick was driven into Bigsir Buren’s crotch.

Pop, the sound of something shattering was heard.

“Aaaaaaaaaagh!!!”

Amidst the shock of the people, a piercing scream of agony echoed through the air.

‘Punishment, complete.’

Having flown like a butterfly and stung like a bee, finishing with a perfect landing, I satisfactorily dusted off my skirt.

Glancing over, I saw Bigsir Buren crawling on the ground, foaming at the mouth. His movements, like an upturned insect struggling, were utterly disgusting.

“Trash bastard.”

I snorted with a huff.

During the past two days of confinement, the village chief’s chatty granddaughter, who alternated with the chief in bringing me meals, always chattered about this and that while I ate.

Among those stories, of course, were tales about Bigsir Buren.

− The young master keeps looking for new women even though he has a wife, they say.

− …He’s married?

− You didn’t know? Well, who would tell you such things. He’s married. But they say the relationship isn’t good. Apparently, he dislikes his wife because she’s ugly or something. Ah, is that why he goes after every pretty woman he sees?

− …

− Still, you’re quite lucky. Didn’t he say he’d make you his concubine? He just played with other women once and discarded them. That’s why there are so many of the young master’s illegitimate children all over the domain. Puahaha! Come to think of it, are you still…?

− Still what?

− Haven’t you served the young master yet? I saw you two going to the back alley together last time… Oh right, the door opened right after that. So you couldn’t do it yet… Oh my! Did you break something?

I thought he was just a simple pervert playboy who went around hitting on women, but it turns out Bigsir Buren was a perverted trash criminal bastard beyond imagination.

Being the youngest son of the lord, no one would have stopped him until now. And he would continue to commit crimes without any hesitation in the future.

‘I can’t just leave that be.’

How many truckloads of perverts have I punished in my course through girls’ middle school, high school, and university?

Today, the legendary Egg Breaker God Noran has returned to exterminate perverts.

I spat, ptooey, towards my 3,324,894th achievement. It must have hurt considerably—of course it did—as he was struggling to regain his senses.

But the others wouldn’t be. In fact, when I glanced back, I saw several villagers hurriedly running towards me.

“Tsk.”

Clicking my tongue once, I immediately sprinted towards the top of the hill. If I got caught at this timing, it would be all over.

As I reached the summit, I saw the massive pillar of light flashing and displaying its majesty.

The appearance of the door, piercing through the world like a long stake, was very similar to what I had imagined while reading the novel. Perhaps that’s why. As I stood there watching, I felt a strange sensation.

Meanwhile, the yellow light pillar was gradually being covered in white. When this light turns completely white, disaster will befall this village.

I had to enter it before then.

Because after setting the goal of ‘going to meet Aspeiran,’ the method I chose was simply to close my eyes and jump into Tronos.

In the novel , there’s an episode where the male protagonist Yulisis is sacrificed to Tronos.

This is a very important episode that becomes the starting point of all misunderstandings and conflicts between the female and male protagonists, which made the hearts and stomachs of a million readers ache… but that’s not important right now.

Anyway, Yulisis later meets his cousin Aspeiran, who he didn’t even know was in Elros, and learns the secret of his birth. What we need to focus on is this part.

The fact that Yulisis, thrown naked into the world of monsters, managed to successfully cross over to Elros.

‘That means there must be a door leading to Elros near the door Yulisis entered.’

And the forest where the door Yulisis entered appeared was the same as the forest next to this village.

If we speculate, in other words, there must surely be a door leading to Elros near the door that appeared in this village.

‘Moreover, I heard that in Roakin, the Tronos reconnaissance team regularly patrols around the door every day. The probability of being rescued is higher than being eaten by monsters!’

However, since I couldn’t leave everything to luck, I also prepared one countermeasure against the monsters.

It was to use herbs with sterilizing effects.

According to what the female protagonist Bonita discovered in the story, the monsters absolutely hated the scent of herbs with sterilizing effects.

So during the two days I was confined, I made potpourri with a bunch of dried herbs and linen pieces I obtained by manipulating the village chief’s granddaughter.

Thanks to carrying herbs all day, my entire body was thoroughly imbued with a strong herbal scent. Not only that, I also attached about six pouches of potpourri inside my clothes.

Now, to the monsters, I was no different from a rice ball that had been rolled several times in a dung field. They definitely wouldn’t eat me.

‘The preparation is perfect.’

After reorganizing the plan once again, I turned my gaze towards the foot of the hill. There was something I needed to say to the villagers before entering.

At the bottom of the hill, people were just shuffling their feet, alternately looking at the fallen Bigsir Buren and me. I stared at that scene for a while, then raised both hands up.

And then.

“What is that child doing now…?”

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the people, my middle fingers on both hands stood up proudly.

I took a deep breath, heeup.

“You―!”

And drawing up energy from my core,

“You selfish bastards―!!!”

I let out a mighty lion’s roar!

I can see the mouths of the villagers in the distance all dropping open at once.

Hmm, how thrilling.