The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me

༺ Mommy Isolet ༻

“Ugh, uuh…”

“….Hmm?”

Late at night, Isolet, who had been peacefully sleeping in her bed, quietly opened her eyes.

‘What’s that sound?’

It was because she heard a strange noise coming from somewhere.

– Ssk…

Slightly tensing up at the sound of that voice, Isolet reached for the sword she always kept by the bed. But then she shook her head with a slight chuckle.

‘Hfft… It’s just Frey.’

She stretches to shake off the drowsiness that has been taking over her since she just woke up.

The one who was in her room was not a ghost nor an intruder. It’s just her cute Frey. So, it was fine.

‘But… he seems a bit strange today.’

Isolet was about to lie back down, but soon shook her head and began contemplating Frey’s peculiar behavior.

It was because it had been on her mind ever since.

‘Initially, I thought he was just trying to seduce me, just like in the old days, but today feels different. Somehow, it feels a bit strange.’

Frey, for sreason, firmly believed in the legend that the ‘Ring of Oath’ she had gifted had a hypnotic effect.

At the twhen he extended the ring and, with a cute expression, issued the command for them to stay together in the sroom, she thought that Frey was openly displaying his lust towards her.

Therefore, she was pondering what to do if, in the middle of the night, Frey cto make a move on her, attempting to impose the ring’s effect and whispering for her not to resist.

Should she tightly shut her eyes and endure it, give in, or honestly tell him that the ring actually had no effect?

“Is there something wrong? I’ve been receiving calls from Kania and Irina since a while ago…”

“I-it’s fine! I said it’s fine… Please just tell them that I’m fine.”

“Still…”

“What I want right now is you, Sis.”

“…”

When Frey entered the room and said those words desperately, Isolet was concerned that Frey might make a move on her in the middle of the night.

“You really don’t want to have dinner first and go straight to sleep already?”

“I have no appetite.”

“But, even so, you look so frail…”

“Sleep well, Sis.”

After Frey entered the room, he looked around anxiously and covered himself with a blanket.

“I can make you a sandwich…”

“…”

“Darn it.”

Isolet couldn’t help but to obey Frey, who flashed the ring of oath with a cute expression on his face.

– Step, step…

“Emm-hmm, hmm-hmm.”

Her body slightly heated up at the thought of obediently doing what he wanted. Afterwards, going back and forth between their bed.

– Ssk, sssk…

She cautiously caressed Frey’s cheek as he slept.

– Shift… Toss…

She tossed and turned her feverish body, yet nothing happened.

“No way… he just leftalone…”

Before she knew it, she self-reflected on what she was thinking, questioning where her knightly behavior had gone and blamed herself for becoming so lewd.

She cooled herself down on the bed and eventually fell asleep.

“Ugh, ugh…”

“…?”

As the small happenings of the day seemed to cto an end, Isolet, now awake, felt there was something unusual that had happened.

“Frey, are you o—”

Cautiously, Isolet brought her sword in hand, just in case, and headed towards the bed where Frey was lying down.

“H-heikkkk!”

“…!”

Startled, she stepped back.

“S-spare me… Please spare me…”

Frey flipped the blanked and trembled as he looked towards her.

“I’m sorry… I’ll stay quiet, just please don’t kill me. I’ll endure any torture, anything, please…”

– Ssrk.

“…Ah?”

For sreason, Frey was in a serious state of panic. When Isolet realized that his gaze was focused on the sword she was holding, she hid the sword behind her. Then Frey, who was hyperventilating due to fear, quietly tilted his head.

“Is the nightmare… already over?”

Frey mumbled.

“It’s not a dream. This is reality.”

“…!?”

“What in the world is happening?”

Unable to watch him any longer, Isolet grabbed his hand and asked. Frey responded with his eyes wide open.

“S-sister? Is that really you?”

“…Yes.”

“Y-you’re lying.”

However, Frey shrunk back with a terrified expression.

“I asked many times… every single tyou said that you are Isolet… but you always ended up strangling me…”

“Frey? What are you talking about…”

“G-go away. If this is not a dream, what’s the sound I’m hearing?”

As Frey raised his voice, Isolet tilted her head in confusion.

“I hear screams from all directions— the voices of people dying, resenting me, cursing as they rushed towards me… The burning empire, decaying corpses…”

“Frey?”

Illusions stemming from memories of past cycles continued to invade his mind. And when he heard Isolet called his name, Frey paled and shouted at her.

“The sound of Aria’s crying is filling the room! I’m realizing where I heard that sound before…”

“Calm down, Frey. It’s just a dream…”

“That was… when Father died…”

“What?”

“I-I’m sorry… Aria…”

Despite her cautious attempt to reach out, Frey flipped the blanket again and muttered.

“I’m scared… Everything is so scary. Everyone is trying to kill me…”

“…”

“I can’t give up… I have to overcit somehow… If it’s not me, who else can do it? It’s just too scary; I can’t even breathe…”

Then, Frey suddenly stopped. Instead, he started to tremble and cover his ears.

– Huuuaaaaah…

The auditory hallucination of his sister’s cries, which he heard in the carriage he rode with Kania when he left the mansion a year ago, continued to echo in his head.

“That eye… that eye…”

When Frey, who had been trembling for a while, mumbled those words.

– Whoosh…!

Isolet hugged him tightly. She can’t stand the sight of her Frey like that.

“…!”

Thanks to that, Frey, who was on high guard and wildly thrashing about, gradually calmed down as Isolet closed her eyes and continued to hug him.

“Gasp, gasp…”

As his movements subsided completely, Frey, breathing heavily, whispered.

“Sister, is that really you?”

Isolet nodded without saying a word. Frey asked a question with his face buried in her arms.

“When did I wake up?”

“Just now. You suddenly started convulsing, so I held you tightly to wake you up.”

“…Really? I see.”

Frey nodded, believing Isolet’s words, and then buried his face in her arms again.

– Drip…

Even so, he was still sweating and trembling.

“It’s an order.”

He tried to forget the crippling fear he had just experienced as he was embraced by Isolet. Then Frey suddenly pushed the ring toward Isolet and whispered.

“From now on, when it’s just two of us… please speak informally.”

“…?”

“Hearing you speak formally sounds awkward. It doesn’t feel like you, Sis. This is an order.”

As Isolet silently looked at Frey and nodded, he whispered again.

“Also…”

“…!!!”

Hearing Frey’s whisper in her ear, Isolet froze in place.

‘Th-that… Are you askingto prepare myself emotionally, Frey?’

“I’m sorry, Sis…”

Isolet blushed profusely as she listened to Frey’s hazy whisper.

“There’s no other way…”

However, before he could finish whispering, Frey felt drowsy in Isolet’s warm embrace and fell asleep again.

“…”

Holding him in her arms and recalling his meaningful remarks from earlier, Isolet whispered softly.

“Indeed, there’s something you hide, Frey.”

Did such overwhelming trauma always torment Frey?

Seeing him asleep wasn’t a common occurrence for her, but based on what she had witnessed today, it seemed like such episodes happened more frequently than she thought.

Then, what did all those seemingly wicked actions he displayed so far mean?

Something didn’t add up. No matter how much she thought about it, it was too strange.

Clearly, further investigation was needed.

Also…

“Em, hmmm, hmm…”

– Tremble…

“…Frey?”

Blushing as she recalled the words Frey had whispered in her ear just moments ago, Isolet, with Frey nestled in her arms, called his nsoftly as he shivered again.

“Mom…”

Then, she heard the words uttered by Frey, who looked distressed as if he was having a nightmare.

“I miss you…”

“…”

Isolet, who was trying to carefully shake Frey to wake him up, heard those words filled with grief. She quickly swallowed dryly and looked down at him with maternal love.

“Considering what he just said…”

After staring at him for a while, Isolet quietly lifted the clothes she was wearing and enveloped Frey in her own attire.

Just like during the inauguration ceremony several months ago.

“Hmm.”

“…”

After a while, Isolet, who felt a tingling sensation on her chest, involuntarily let out a rough breath.

“Slurp…”

“G-good boy. Well done…”

Taking this moment as an opportunity to emotionally prepare herself, she decided to play the role of Frey’s mother until morning came.

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Just like that, the night passed, and morning arrived.

“….Slurp?”

Unlike yesterday, Frey was dressed neatly in his school uniform and was about to leave the dormitory. However, when he felt that his mouth was wet for sreason, he tilted his head and wiped the corner of his mouth.

“…?”

And for sreason, his jaw felt stiff.

“F-Frey. Then… I’ll see you later.”

“…Okay, Sister.”

Isolet lowered her eyes and spoke in a strange tone while sitting on her bed and fidgeting oddly. This caused him to respond with a slightly confused expression. He scratched his head and left the dormitory.

‘I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared…’

At the stime, another fear struck him.

‘I want to go back…’

He cowered like a kitten that had escaped its warm mother’s embrace and was thrown into an unfamiliar place. He glanced at the dormitory behind him a few times and then took a step forward.

“I-I can do this… I must not fall apart here.”

His legs were shaking with terror as he felt eyes gazing at him from all directions, but he mustered his resolve and moved forward, driven solely by a sense of responsibility.

– Ssk…

He looked around, then took out a cloak from his pocket, and put it on.

– Step, step…

Thus, in the early morning before the sun rose, Frey transformed into the “Hero of Money,” striding through the deserted corridor.

“…?”

Occasionally, he encountered a few students, but mostly, they just glanced and passed by, thanks to the effect of the cloak.

“Huft, ah…”

Finally feeling a sense of relief in his heart, Frey sighed, thinking that he should make good use of the cloak until the situation improved. He then quickly moved his footsteps.

“…..Hmm.”

However, as he walked, he suddenly stopped and began to look around.

[1st Year – Class A]

Staring blankly at the class where he served as the professor in charge, Frey cautiously entered the classroom.

Frey stared blankly at the class where he served as the professor, then he cautiously entered the classroom.

“That damned bastard said he would make us unable to approach this side even if he had to die…”

“What if he’s hiding something?”

Several students were chatting while banging and shaking the lectern.

“Did he hide a lover down there? Sometimes, during class, he would grab the lectern and start shaking.”

“Nah, no way.”

“Still… It might be worth investigating…”

The moment a student said that and stretched out a hand towards the lectern…

– Bang!!

“…!!!”

Watching the scene unfold, Frey forcefully swung the classroom door open.

“Phew.”

Watching the first-year students scramble outside the classroom with terrified expressions due to that sound, Frey wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Soon, he moved at a leisurely pace.

“Starting today, I have to live as a second-year student… I should probably bring out Alice.”

Muttering to himself, Frey reevaluated his plan to rescue her and becfriends with her while he was acting as the “Hero of Money”.

“…Heub.”

Soon, he took a deep breath and dispelled the magic circle attached to the lectern.

– Creak…

A little later, the drawer beneath the lectern started to open after being locked for a week.

“Ebeub… eub…”

As the drawer opened, it revealed Alice clinging to the door despite the spacious space behind.

“Ebeub! Eeeeebeub!!!”

When the drawer swung open, Alice collapsed to the floor with her entire body bound up. She began flailing around on the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes as she finally saw the light for the first tin a while.

“…Ebeub?”

Then, she realized someone was standing in front of her.

“…..!!!”

Alice, who admired the “Hero of Money” more than anyone else, quickly recognized his identity. With trembling eyes, she began looking up at him. However…

“Uu, uuu uuu…”

For sreason, he stared at her with a terrified expression, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

“Eub? Uuubebb!”

– Srrrk…

“H-Hero of Money! Perhaps, did you cto save me…”

Sensing that something was off, she sat upright, looking at him with a puzzled expression. When the Hero of Money removed the gag from her mouth, she crawled to him on her knees and asked him a question.

“H-heiiiik!”

“…Huh?”

As he continued to gaze at Alice, still with a terrified expression, he let out a scream of horror and fell backwards. Then, once again, confusion dominated her expression.

“P-please… spare my life…”

“Pardon?”

And his expression…

“J-just spare my life… please……”

“H-Hero…?”

For sreason, the Hero of Money began to beg for his life while holding her left arm, and he started to becrigid.

“Ah, it hurts… Hegeuk…”

“…”

The final moments of the people she had dealt with so far flashed before her eyes. For sreason, the panic-stricken appearance of the Hero of Money overlapped with them.

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