Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival-Chapter 215.3

A few weeks ago, someone somewhere started saying [promise]. No one ever clarified [with whom] they made that promise, nor did they discuss its contents, but in a closed community, they valued harmony with the original people, and above all, they were afraid to deviate from it. So the days passed by without anyone ever mentioning the content.

But one day, when the adventurers who had been using the term went outside, a few of them returned, bathed in the blood of those who had returned. When Colette, who was still friends with one of the other adventurers, asked him about it, he replied with a puzzled look on his face: [I promised], he said.

[I didn’t make the promise], she said.

After that, people started disappearing. All the people who disappeared were either from outside or had lived in other towns.

At first, a search party of guards searched for the missing people. Sometimes their families would also send search requests to the Adventurers’ Guild, but after a while, no one would talk about it, and meanwhile, the miasma caused a commotion, and no one cared.

“When did Jean start acting strange?”

“Today…. No, he hasn’t gone crazy. He was really acting as usual before and after the treatment.”

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“What about the appointment?”

“I wasn’t sure when I asked him about it, but he said maybe…[he] saw it in a dream.”

…There’s that funny word again. To summarize Colette’s unintelligible story, Jean had a dream in which she saw [someone] making a [promise] to [someone].

Even he does not know with whom he made the promise. But does that mean he attacked me because of that promise?

But if so, I got a little chill when I realized that everyone who doesn’t question it could be having that [dream].

“…what about Colette?”

“Well, I didn’t see it.”

Colette didn’t have that dream. If that had anything to do with the disappearance of the town’s people, it would mean that anyone who didn’t question it would be suspicious.

But then one question would arise. The two demons that were seen did not show such abilities. It might be possible that they were hiding it, but another possibility comes to mind for me.

“… Dream demon…”

A third demon…

“…eh?”

“No, I mean this one. Colette should get out of this town.”

“But what about the others, Cara?”

“If Slay and Cara are still sane, convince them to leave, but if Jean refuses to go, then leave them behind.”

“But…”

If Jean refused to do so, then she should leave them behind.

If the dream was really the work of a demon, it would be better to let those who have not yet dreamed escape, but this time, the closed nature of this town would get in the way. Perhaps the demon chose this place anticipating that…

Perhaps the residents of the closed town would not believe the story of a single adventurer. We could have tried to persuade the Lord of the town to let them escape, but the Lord of this town was the nominal representative of the House of Ostole.

There would be no more time to gather evidence or to ask Elena for instructions. Then there was only one solution that I could offer.

“I’m going to the Lord’s mansion, and Colette, if you know anyone who did not see [the dream] of [the promise], please talk to them.”

“O, okay…”

Colette’s reply was also not high-spirited. She probably knew how difficult it would be for her to do that herself. So I was planning to defeat the demon that was the source of the problem.

I prepared myself for battle and left the inn with Colette, who was going straight to the inn to persuade Cara and the others.

“…What?”

I went outside and saw some people still on the street, even though it was nighttime. When Colette saw one of them, she yelled out, and I looked over to see Jean, who was supposed to be immobilized.

“Colette…I’m sorry.”

“Jean?”

Jean was looking at Colette with a face like he was about to cry for some reason. Seeing him like that reminded me of the first strange feeling I had when I first saw this town.

At that time, the town seemed “apparently” normal, but I remembered a strange feeling that I could not put into words. But there was something about him that I was unable to put into words, and when I saw Jean, I realized what it was. Why was there no life in him now?

“Help me…”

Jean’s tears of blood flowed down her cheeks, and a few drops of black blood spilled out of her mouth.

“–…no, noooo!

In front of Colette’s screaming eyes, Jean turned his dead fish eyes to me, spilling black blood from every hole in his body.

“No… that… it was… me.”