Isekaied Into An Eroge, Time To Have Fun!-Chapter 239: Excursion (2)

To say I wasn’t at all surprised by what we found wouldn’t entirely be incorrect, yet the slight exasperation that I felt when we stared down into a shallow pit in the forest that housed three dozen or so Cultists was still there.

I knew that the mental state of these people had to be somewhat ’interesting’ and that anyone who willingly submitted themselves to something as horrible as a Demon definitely wouldn’t be considered ’good’ people, but what I saw was just... proving that point to a tee.

Dozens of crates and barrels were strewn about the place filled with all sorts of supplies, tents were hastily constructed wherever these people felt like placing them, a few different fires burnt at different intensities...

Carcasses of various woodland creatures were in various states of dismemberment or even decay, and then of course these people were in the midst of forgoing any semblance of structure or order as they just engaged in a gigantic orgy.

Women were pushed down and mounted by many different futanari - some clearly unwilling participants in this cesspit of degeneracy - while some of the Cultists were actual in the process of ’using’ some captive monsters to relieve themselves, which was just...

A Goblin was chained up and drained dry by a few smug women and a burly futanari was kneeling behind a snarling wolf of some kind, her expression twisted in ecstasy as she did something so profanely degenerate.

The sharp stench of burnt meat and alcohol wafted over the encampment like a cloud, carrying the very pungent undertone of spilled seed and other fluids that just made breathing feel like a hazard, and yet despite this clear lack of any sort of structure these were the people that had changed so much in so little time.

There were three people down there that I could see as a clear threat, and the only reason I was able to identify them as threats was simply due to their unwillingness to let loose like the rest of their peers.

They still drank, they devoured large chunks of poorly grilled meat, still indulged in pleasure, yet their control over themselves painted them as the clear ’threats’ within this place, while the books and staffs beside them definitely were capable of the various projectiles that we had walked beneath for the last hour or so.

With all the noise and scents pooling up inside of this pit, it was unsurprising that they didn’t notice us whatsoever, just like it was unsurprising that the three monks all seemed to be straining against an invisible leash as they glared down at the Cultists wantonly embracing their vices.

Red, orange and pink robes meant we had a Wrathful, Gluttonous and Lustful Repentant respectively, and down below there was an abundance of reasoning for the three monks to feel ’righteous’ anger.

And yet their own control was far stronger than the Cultists below, so without a word they stepped back and gestured for us to do the same, wanting to plan this out since the Cultists outnumbered us quite a bit.

The Professors were disgusted while some of the students were somewhat pale as the realization of what was about to occur settled in, and I was amongst their number; having Lu’Shaki gently rubbing my shoulder definitely helped, and for ’some reason’ Taji was pinching my rear or whispering things to me more often now than she had been before.

Kha’Miero simply stood and watched, waiting for the plan to come out while also continuing to be the steady, stoic presence that I knew she was, something that kept me calmer than I would have been otherwise.

"With how frivolous they are and how often they launch attacks, their is a clear period where we can catch them not only off guard but also in the middle of their recovery period. We might have to wait a little longer, but it wouldn’t be the worst idea."

That came from the burly monk in red, her eyes filled with disgust as she glanced back at the pit before she took a calming breath and added "Presuming those unwilfully bedded women aren’t Cultists, it does pain me to subject them to further abuse, but it is a decision I am willing to make if it means a higher chance of us coming out unscathed."

"It is crass, Repentant Aria, however it is necessary. Our purpose here is to provide an environment of opportunity for these students that were brave enough to join us, and the best way to ensure their safety is to wait a little longer."

It was the Dark Elf Professor from before who said that, her smooth, calm voice barely able to be heard over the shouts and moans from behind us, yet all of us nodded in agreement even as the more empathetic amongst us flinched as a particularly loud scream split through the ’calm’ stillness of the forest.

"And that right there is a reminder for you all that sometimes, some people simply are not worthy of forgiveness, of repentance, of your empathy. All that remains for them is to be judged by the Goddesses for the sins they have committed during their time occupying their mortal coil."

Bowing her head deeply towards the pit, the orange clad monk uttered that quietly before unsheathing her longsword and kneeling down, resting it across her thighs and staring at her reflection in the metal.

"Prepare yourselves, and come to terms with what you are about to do. A single moment of hesitation can cost you dearly, be it to your own self or to someone else that you care about. Hone your mind and prepare to head into battle against people that will not hesitate to drive a blade through your gut before spitting on your face in ’triumph’."

With that the monks all knelt and began to prepare their weapons, leaving the rest of us to do whatever we wanted as we waited for the time to arrive to head out and fight; for me that was simply counting and recounting my arrows before accepting the whetstone from Lu’Shaki so that I could sharpen that red shortsword just a little bit more.