Torture Princess: Fremd Torturchen, Vol. 4

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by Keishi Ayasato


  Then, once they’d finished, Kaito loudly cleared his throat.

  “We’re, uh, we’re decent.”

  “Ah, what a splendid day it is! I bid you good morning, Sir Kaito!”

  “Pretending it didn’t happen isn’t gonna make it any better!”

  Kaito’s voice was unintentionally strong, and Lute’s ears drooped.

  “My apologies. We beastfolk rise earlier than the sun, so I just… In any case, it was wholly inconsiderate of me. I’m rather thoughtless, as you can see, but that excuses nothing, no.”

  “No, no, it’s fine. Honestly, it’s our fault as much as anything. Sorry.”

  Each of them spent a moment trying to insist he was to blame, and after a bit, Lute’s ears perked back up. Starting over from the beginning, he handed a folded maid uniform to Hina.

  “I believe this is yours, Madam Hina. The court lady asked me to bring it to you.”

  “Oh, why, thank you so much! Excuse me for a moment while I get changed!”

  As she did, Kaito and Lute stepped out into the hallway. There, they began discussing their plans for the day.

  The first matter on the agenda was meeting up with Vyade’s private forces after breakfast.

  “At the meeting, we intend to go over our patrol routes going forward. We would have you attend, if you are amenable.”

  “Yeah, of course. I’ll be there.”

  “And as far as breakfast goes, there was talk of having you sup alongside Lady Vyade Ula Forstlast. However, I’d thought you might be tired, so I arranged for you to eat separately. Would you rather I hadn’t?”

  “Oh, geez, thank god! If we’d eaten together, I’d have been so nervous that all the food would’ve gotten stuck in my throat.”

  “Ha-ha, I can sympathize! I, too, find formality stifling!”

  At that, Lute scratched at the copper fur on his head. His laughter was much friendlier than it had been in the past.

  Their breakfast was waiting for them in the council room, so that was where Kaito headed once Hina had finished changing. The three of them proceeded through the castle’s grand interior.

  The halls of Vyade’s castle were crafted from stone. But they, too, were decorated with all manner of live ivy, flowers, and embroidered tapestries. Apparently, each member of the imperial family had their own unique insignia.

  All of the beast hides used to cover the windows were rolled up, allowing golden sunlight to stream in at a slant.

  Man, that’s pretty… Wait, huh?

  Just then, Kaito realized that the jewel with Vlad’s soul in it was rattling around in his pocket.

  Kaito reflexively went pale. Now that he thought about it, he’d forgotten to toss his upper garments far off to the side the previous night. And ever since he’d first run mana through the jewel, Vlad had been able to perceive its surroundings.

  Man, he, uh, he’s gonna be all up in my business, isn’t he…?

  As Kaito squeezed his forehead, he and Hina continued following after Lute.

  The breakfast menu consisted of thin, flat bread, a soft cheese spread, and a chicken-vegetable stew. None of them had a particularly strong flavor, but salt and other spices had been prepared for them as well.

  Apparently, the palates of the beastfolk who lived near the demi-human border differed from those of the rest of their kind, and their cooking often featured a characteristic set of spices that reminded Kaito of the fried rice he’d once seen being doled out from a stand. Humans rarely cared for the exotic cuisine, though, so their meal had been prepared more in line with the mainland beastman customs. The dishes favored at the imperial court were rather involved, so those had been avoided as well. As far as Kaito was concerned, that was probably for the best.

  After taking his meal atop the council room table, Kaito finished eating.

  A lady-in-waiting made her appearance quickly, clearing away the dishes before promptly bringing out some tea.

  For a little while, Kaito and the others just waited.

  Before long, though, the doors opened again, and a number of unfamiliar soldiers strode in.

  Each of them was wearing a vermilion suit of armor made from leather, fangs, and scales. Many of them were carnivorous, but there were horned bucks and aged sheep among them as well. Although none of them said a word, all of them were giving off intimidating auras.

  They matter-of-factly assumed their seats, with their various subordinates standing around them. Lute’s subordinates, whom Kaito and Hina recognized from the other day, were present as well. The spacious council room quickly grew packed with beastfolk.

  Once he’d made sure everyone was present, Lute stood up.

  He abruptly began discussing the incident that had taken place the other day.

  “At long last, we were able to apprehend the perpetrator behind the massacres. However, as you should all be aware from the documents you received last night, whether or not it possesses a will of its own is debatable. We suspect it was manufactured by someone, which means we have no guarantee that only one exists. Consequently, we need to go back and decide on what routes our patrols—”

  “Before that, isn’t there something that needs to be said?”

  The beastman, resembling a buck, spoke in a velvety voice, but his tone was cold.

  His eyes had a chilly, androgynous beauty to them, and he focused them directly on Kaito. His gaze was decidedly alien, and upon finding himself on the receiving end of it, Kaito unconsciously straightened out his posture. Beside the deerman, a large bearman gave a grave nod.

  “Indeed. That human there is a contractor to a demon. The enemy of mankind, if I’m not mistaken.”

  “True, Sir Lute seems to have received orders behind closed doors to come to an agreement with him—an act, I may add, none of us were consulted on.”

  The mood in the chamber instantly grew restless. Lute’s subordinates looked to be on the verge of saying something, but Lute raised a hand and calmly silenced them. Needle-sharp gazes turned toward Kaito, one after another.

  In the midst of all that, Kaito was utterly composed. He was the Kaiser’s contractor. He’d long since stopped expecting warm welcomes.

  The tension in the room grew more and more severe. Then suddenly, a foxman soldier stood up.

  “Yes, that’s right! In other words, we all have something that need first be done!”

  “Aye!”

  A number of voices rang out in agreement. One by one, the soldiers stood, each of them brimming with vigor. Hina immediately reached into her leather bag and grabbed the handle of her halberd.

  The entire situation rested on a needle’s point. The soldiers were the first to break the tension as they grabbed their blades and drew them from their sheaths.

  Steel tips pointed toward the sky.

  Holding their swords reverently with both hands, the brawny soldiers knelt in unison. Their subordinates followed their lead.

  Lute gave a relaxed smile, as though to say he’d seen this coming.

  Kaito and Hina blinked rapidly. The deerman’s sonorous voice rang out through the room.

  “We are a people who prize obligations, strength, and above all else, results. And on top of that, Lady Vyade Ula Forstlast acknowledged you and welcomed you into our lands. Her words are the words of the Forest King. Sir Kaito, all of us would like to extend our thanks to you for your efforts.”

  “Wh…”

  Kaito felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. The way the beastfolk had reacted had been completely outside his expectations.

  The moment he’d left Elisabeth’s side, he’d braced himself for countless days of hardship. Even with his beloved bride, Hina, by his side, choosing to become the enemy of mankind required a great deal of resolve. Kaito had expected to spend the rest of his life reviled, scorned, and hunted.

  He had been prepared for that, and yet now, he was receiving heartfelt thanks.

  Then his thoughts turned to Izabella. Back at the plaza in the Capital, h
e’d been able to confirm she’d made it out okay. Although they weren’t on great terms at the moment, she hadn’t hesitated to take his hand, the hand of a contractor, back when he’d offered it to her.

  Ever since I made my contract with the Kaiser, it’s just been one surprise after another.

  As Kaito pondered his unexpected good fortune, another emotion welled up within him as well.

  And I never thought I’d be able to be of so much help to someone.

  Kaito Sena had once been cast aside like garbage atop a tatami floor. His life had been worth less than a worm’s. In fact, his life had had no meaning to it whatsoever. But now, things were different.

  Even though he’d become the enemy of mankind, he’d been able to help someone, and he’d been able to forge a path for himself without going against any of his beliefs. It was the first thing he could feel truly proud of since he’d come to this world.

  Kaito returned the soldiers’ gazes proudly. A grizzly-bearman spoke.

  “From here on out, we ask that you continue lending us your aid.”

  “Yeah, of course. I’m not gonna let this killer off the hook. Please, let me do whatever I can to help.”

  Kaito responded, and the beastfolk nodded. They then stood up in perfect unison and resheathed their swords. Kaito turned to Lute, who gave him a strong nod.

  It was unclear who went first, but the two of them extended their hands toward each other.

  The beast and human hands overlapped as the demon’s contractor and beastman swore to fight as one.

  Then Lute collapsed.

  Blood spurted up into the air, and the Kaiser laughed.

  “…Huh?”

  Kaito’s eyes went wide. He hadn’t done anything. What was going on? Even with his abilities as a demon’s contractor, he found himself wholly unable to comprehend the situation.

  To make matters worse, the tragedy didn’t end there. Blood sprayed across the round table like flower petals dancing in the air. One after another, the strong soldiers toppled to the ground, unable to so much as react.

  “M-Master Kaito!”

  This time, Hina pulled her halberd out in earnest. Then she assumed a position in front of Kaito.

  As she did, Kaito caught a faint glance of steel flashing toward the edge of his vision.

  Their enemy wasn’t in front of them.

  Shocked as he was, an instinctual hunch drove him to turn around.

  One thought passed through Kaito’s mind.

  —A flower had just arrived.

  Before Kaito stood a young girl, alone.

  Not hesitating in the slightest, she strode brazenly in through the open door.

  The room’s calm, disciplined atmosphere had been shattered, and it had now descended into chaos.

  Seeing the girl’s figure standing among it, Kaito found himself taken aback.

  After all, her appearance was hardly befitting the culprit who’d brought about this mayhem.

  She looked to be in her early teens, but her attire hardly fit her age, given how provocative it was. It was probably intended as a pure-white bondage dress, but its cloth barely covered any skin at all. The leather belts she wore strapped in a cross shape across her pale, naked chest only barely covered the risqué bits, to the point where it called into question whether or not they could even be called clothes. But she made up for it in accoutrements. In particular, the metal bits adorning her waist and wrists caused her to give off a somewhat mechanical impression. At the same time, though, her honey-colored hair and rosy eyes provided her figure with brilliant, showy garnishes.

  She looked like a flower, or a queen, or some kind of adorable doll.

  And by her feet, she was accompanied by a number of metal monsters.

  One of them was a beast made of nothing but fangs. Another was an automaton, shaped like a human except for its fatally warped frame.

  One of the other monsters was a lizard with limbs made from pipes and wings of glass. And the final one was a bipedal suit of armor with no visible seams anywhere on its body.

  They were the ones responsible for slicing up and striking down the beastfolk. Each one looked different from the last, yet when taken together, they had a strange sense of uniformity to them.

  Instinctively, Kaito let out a pained murmur.

  “…Deus Ex Machina.”

  These things were of the same class as that machine.

  And there could be no doubt that the golden girl was their master.

  The way she carried herself made it seem almost like she was their queen. That, or perhaps their ringmaster or puppeteer. Speaking of puppets, though, the girl looked practically like a doll herself.

  She presented a showy and sweet exterior. Her expression, though, was as cold and frigid as ice.

  In a way, she seemed to lack humanity.

  Suddenly, her crystal-like, rose eyes flashed to the side.

  At long last, Kaito recalled the tragedy that had just occurred. Blood had sprayed all around the room, and the sound of moaning was echoed harshly.

  Hearing the moans, Kaito felt a vague sense of relief.

  They’re still alive.

  He couldn’t let any more attacks befall them. With that thought in mind, tension raced across Kaito’s whole body. But the girl didn’t spare so much as another glance at the suffering beastfolk.

  After looking at Hina for a brief moment, she turned her gaze on Kaito.

  When she finally opened her mouth to speak, her movements were so stiff that she herself seemed like an automaton.

  “O Sinless Soul, who bears the name of Kaiser. From this day forth, act as my loyal servant.”

  Kaito felt as though someone had struck him in the side of the head. The girl’s words were practically the same as hers.

  At the same time, he finally realized something.

  The girl resembled the Torture Princess.

  The unique, unparalleled sinner.

  Then, after making it seem as though everything leading up to that moment had been a mere farce, after having made all their efforts for naught, after throwing everything into chaos in an instant,

  the girl gave her name.

  “I am the Torture Princess Jeanne de Rais. I am the oppressor of slaves, the savior of this world, the saint, and the whore.”

  5

  Doubting the World

  The entire region was surrounded by a towering wall.

  Not a single soul dwelled within.

  After a banquet of torture that had lasted three days and three nights, they’d all died.

  A decade or two before that fate had befallen the town, its lord’s sole daughter had been born.

  Her name had been Elisabeth. She was a beautiful, lovely girl, born to the blessings of God and man alike. But tragically, her body had been frail, and the hope of a long life was denied to her at birth.

  Even so, not once did she ever begrudge or resent others for living their lives to the fullest.

  She merely endured her constant pain, all by herself.

  After living a life of suffering and scrabbling to stay alive, she should have died, and the many who held her dear were supposed to have wept for her.

  However, that simple, tragic destiny of hers was perverted. One day, Elisabeth underwent a change.

  She tortured her populace, descending on the castle town like a ravenous wolf. Maiming and slaughtering her people, Elisabeth swallowed up their pain like a hideous sow.

  Thus, the town—serving as a plate for the gruesome feast—was picked clean.

  The Church feared that the massive number of corpses would bring about a plague, with small animals as its carriers. Ultimately, they decided to seal the gates and set the town ablaze. Ever since, the town and the huge wall surrounding it had served as a graveyard.

  A town had died, and the Torture Princess had been born.

  It was like a cruel, twisted fairy tale.

  And yet at the same time, it was the bitter truth.

  As
proof of that, Elisabeth was currently visiting that place.

  “I brought this about, and I’ve long since grown accustomed to such sights. Still, though, ’tis dreadful.”

  The scene spread out before her was a hellscape, the likes of which were generally seen only in religious artwork.

  The town was black and charred, with a number of torture devices strewn about it. Human skeletons decorated the town as well, most of them impaled, strung up, or bound. Ash and mud were piled up high along its roads.

  Setting her feet upon them, Elisabeth strode forward.

  At the end of her path lay a chalky-white castle towering above the town. It was almost eerie how its splendor had been preserved amid the ruins.

  The sky was gloomy and overcast, and the air should have been chilly. However, it carried an unpleasant warmth instead.

  The rancid wind brushed at Elisabeth’s black hair as it carried screams to her ears.

  Loathsome Elisabeth, repulsive Elisabeth, cruel, hideous Elisabeth!

  A curse upon you, a curse upon you, a curse, a curse, an eternal curse upon you, Elisabeth!

  The silent screams echoed throughout the town, but Elisabeth’s expression showed no signs of changing as she advanced forward. As she walked, she passed by the skeleton of a baby who’d had all its limbs shattered and a woman’s skull that had comically tumbled to the side.

  Eventually, her heels clicked as she came to a stop.

  “Here it is, I believe.”

  In front of her was the main thoroughfare leading up to the castle.

  Compared with the rest of the ruins, it had more or less retained its original form. The road was designed to be wide enough for carriage traffic and had been crafted out of carefully laid bricks. Half-melted metal billboards decorated its sides, along with the still-intact frames of houses and shops. But due to the fight between Elisabeth and a certain necromancer, the entire area had been reduced to the remains of a battlefield.

 

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