The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me-Chapter 280: The First Rebellion?

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“Why are you so distracted?”

“Ah, it’s just…”

“Get a hold of yourself.”

Ferloche poked my side again as she said that. My mind cleared up.

“Ugh…”

I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body, making me alert.

“Why are you locking the door?”

“Because it would be problematic if someone overheard our conversation.”

I glared at her and asked, and she responded in a low voice.

“Especially, we need to ensure our little sparkling girl doesn’t sneak in.”

“G-Glare?”

“Calling her by name? Have you become close?”

Ferloche stood on her tiptoes, pressing herself against my body with a mischievous smile.

– Swoosh, swoosh…

“Do you know, Frey?”

She whispered.

“That this is your taste?”

The thin gauze covering her belly rubbed slowly against my body.

“Serena seemed to have noticed already, and Kania, well, the belly part is already engraved in her soul.”

“…I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Do you remember the cabinet during the rehearsal for the mission to free the slaves?”

As I blushed and tried to pull away, Ferloche held me tightly and whispered.

“You say that, but your reactions were just as honest then as they are now.”

“………..”

Feeling her belly against my body, I closed my eyes for a moment and spoke softly.

“Don’t tell me your advice is about this?”

“Something like that.”

Ferloche smiled with a sparkle in her eyes, sat me down, and tickled my side as she spoke quietly.

“Take that thing out.”

“That?”

“The moonlight crystal.”

I quietly took out the crystal.

“Do you know what that is?”

“Well, I’ve had it for a while, but… I think it’s the fruit of my love with Serena.”

I blushed as I recalled what happened a few weeks ago, and Ferloche looked up at me endearingly and stroked my side.

“But… can you keep pulling out that personality? Don’t you need to rest?”

I grabbed her hand anxiously, wary that further contact might spark trouble. She gazed at me thoughtfully and replied.

“There are things more important than rest.”

“Still…”

“I need to tell you something, even if it’s a bit of a stretch.”

Sweat trickled down her face as she said.

“That crystal is the most important item for the ‘Awakening.'”

I was surprised, and Ferloche gently touched the crystal.

“The way to use it is simple. All you have to do is feed it to the person that has bore such fruit.”

“Make them swallow… it?”

“Yes, it’s easy, isn’t it?”

The key to Awakening was swallowing the glowing moonlight crystal. It felt somewhat anticlimactic.

“It took a transcendent being all night to craft that thing.”

Her words slightly shifted my perception, suggesting that the crystal could be a mythical artifact, at the very least.

“Love, affection, and connection with the heroine. These are the breakthroughs needed to oppose the despair, misery, and pain desired by the one behind the curtains. The mastermind.”

“I kind of get it.”

“So, you should do it with many people, right?”

“…Ah.”

My brain momentarily froze.

“Aren’t you going to do it?”

I knew exactly how to create this mythical artifact. All I needed to do was repeat what I did with Serena the other night.

That way, I could feed it to the heroines and trigger their ‘Awakening.’

‘…This is crazy.’

That was why my brain froze for a moment.

Could it be that I have to do that with all the heroines? What would I tell Serena? Would I even have the stamina for it?

Was that even possible in the first place?

“Well, if there’s a strong mutual love and affection… or ‘typical acts of affection’ can naturally lead to Awakening.”

“Aha.”

I finally relaxed my tense expression.

“After all, Isolet is on the verge of awakening… and Clana is also unknowingly close.”

Isolet had shown tendencies that she could increase her conquest rate by herself, and Clana, somehow, her Awakening levels were soaring on their own.

So, there was no need to ‘get involved’…

“The Fourth Ordeal is approaching, right?”

“…Ugh.”

Trying to sort out my thoughts alone, I groaned at Ferloche’s sharp question.

“Tell me who you think will be safe.”

“Well, for starters, Kania and Irina are safe.”

The Fourth Ordeal triggered an ‘ancient black magic.’

No. It was not just ancient black magic—it was practically an all-out assault by the Demon God. Only she could wield such a scale of black magic.

Fortunately, black magic doesn’t affect ‘warlocks,’ so those two were out of danger.

“Serena is trying to separate her personality to avoid it, so she should be safe… Clana and you are…”

“Go on.”

“Clana possesses ‘solar mana,’ which is the antithesis to black magic, and you have holy power, the complete opposite of black magic, so you should be able to resist it, right?”

“Your words are… half right and half wrong.”

Confused by her vague statement, I scratched my head, and she quietly added.

“I’ll seal my personality again after today. I’m forcibly keeping it out so it’ll fall asleep.”

“What about Clana?”

“She can resist it, but there’s an underlying problem.”

“Huh?”

I tilted my head, and she spoke with a slightly dark expression.

“The mastermind plans to intervene in the Fourth Ordeal.”

“…What?”

“Today, I came to warn you about that fact above everything else.”

As my face paled at her shocking revelation, she whispered.

“We don’t know what will happen. You can’t be too careful.”

“T-Then…”

“And in the cases of Lulu and Isolet… you can’t figure out a way, do you?”

“…There is one. Still, it’s tricky.”

Ferloche answered with a gentle smile.

“There is a good way.”

“A good way?”

“Accept their love.”

Saying that, Ferloche stood up and then suddenly sat on my lap.

“Here, place your seed here.”

Then, she took my hand, placed it on her lower abdomen, and whispered.

“That way, no one will throw away their life for nothing, right?”

“…Ah.”

Her simple yet radical statement sent a chill down my spine.

“Do it on those most likely to die in the ordeal.”

“……..”

“If you’re worried, do it with everyone. Consider it a preventive vaccine to lower the mortality rate. Isn’t that great?”

“Are you sure about everything that you said?”

“I’m not sure about everything. All I know is that the mastermind will intervene. I can’t predict what happens next, but I’ll know when I get there.”

Ferloche spoke with a smile, and then she took my hand and whispered.

“Frey, you deserve the utmost happiness. You have every right to it.”

“………”

“It’s not right for one person to monopolize you even when I could give you everything in the world.”

Then, she began to share her true feelings.

“I want to create your happy ending. Your important happy ending, more than anything else.”

“…Ferloche.”

“So please enjoy it. The things you’ve been deprived of, which you should rightfully enjoy.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. She started to smile playfully.

“Shall I make you enjoy it right now?”

With that, she lifted my hands.

– Swoosh, swoosh…

Then she brought her face close to mine and quietly rocked her body back and forth as she sat on my lap.

“Aren’t you too weak? Was Serena satisfied?”

“You’re… unusually… strange…”

Caught in a strange sensation of her body wrapped around mine, I nestled my head against her. Then, she stroked my cheek with an adoring look and whispered in my ear.

“It’s inevitable since I’m engraved on your soul.”

Then, she softly nibbled on my ear.

“Each time I regress, I return to the moment in my childhood where I’ve already pledged my blood oath to you.”

“D-Did you…?”

“Since the beginning, I’ve devoted my body, soul, and even my purity to you. Whether you are a god or not, you are the only one I worship.”

After nibbling on my ear, she slowly pulled away and whispered in a soft, honeyed voice.

“I love you, Frey.”

Upon hearing her words, my hand unconsciously tightened around her.

“………”

And an unusual silence began to flow.

“I’m sorry for getting excited in an un-saintly manner.”

Ferloche, breathing heavily, spoke softly.

“No, actually, maybe this is more like me?”

“Hah, ha…”

Feeling her soft tongue in my mouth, I blushed slightly and grabbed her shoulders.

“Are we really going to do it here…?”

“No, I’m afraid I’m at my limit. I need to put this personality away now.”

A cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

“Remember what I said, Frey.”

She slowly closed her eyes while sitting on my lap and wrapped her words in a soft voice.

“Feed the crystal to Serena now… and in the Fourth Ordeal, the mastermind will intervene…”

“Who is this mastermind? The Demon King? The Demon God? Or is it…”

“And you… deserve to be happy… it’s everyone’s duty to make you happy…”

“Ferloche.”

I was about to ask her a question as she laughed, thinking she was losing her mind. But I wrapped my arms around her after hearing her words.

“Thank you so much.”

“…Hehe.”

She smiled happily and quietly closed her eyes.

– Swoosh, swoosh…

“…Ugh.”

She leaned against me until the end, then eventually slumped over, resting her head on my shoulder.

“F-Frey… look at this… it’s a mountain of cakes…”

“I didn’t hear about the mastermind… I didn’t even get to ask about ‘Aishi’s’ voice.”

Stroking her back as she mumbled in her sleep, I muttered regretfully. Then, I helped her back to her seat and stood up quietly.

“…Maybe it was impossible to hear.”

Inexplicably, I felt like I was getting closer to the unknown.

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– Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock at the lounge door next to the annex.

“Come in.”

“…Gulp.”

Serena’s voice sounded flat, and Frey entered with a tense expression.

“Why are you so serious? Frey?”

“Well, it’s just that…”

Frey pondered with the crystal clutched tightly, trying to figure out how to convey what he just learned from Ferloche.

“Ah, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Serena stood up, rubbed her lower abdomen, and tilted her head as she approached.

“Aren’t you curious about what’s happening inside my belly?”

“…..Ah.”

Frey’s brain stopped working momentarily.

“What’s wrong? Frey?”

Looking at him, Serena smiled shyly.

– What’s wrong? Frey?

Meanwhile…

“The moment he comes out, we attack. Any objections?”

“…If we all attack when he’s off guard, we have a chance. That’s good enough.”

Near the lounge, Roswyn found herself unintentionally among a group of children plotting their first ambush on Frey, along with Glare.

– Excuse me~? Frey?

She stared blankly at the window that appeared before her.

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