This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

With my hands drenched in blood, flesh and bones, I took in a deep breath.

When that wasn't enough, I took in another deep breath. Until I was leaning backward by pushing my chest out to its limits, I kept taking in the air.

And then, all at once, I let it out of my mouth.

"HAAAAH! FUCK!"

Curses spilled on their own. I shook off the flesh and pushed my hair up with the blood.

Refreshing.

Way too refreshing.

On my side, Noa Roselle too was leaning against the parapet as she let the wind blow into her hair.

The dead body spasmed on the ground every now and then, hearing that was a refreshing yet a notch greater.

I turned to face the girl after reveling in the air.

"Noa Roselle. I am sorry, and I am immensely thankful."

Saying that, I lowered my head. There was no denying the fact that she was my victim who I had kidnapped and stowed away for an entire month, and that she had also agreed to be my benefactor, pretty much saving my life.

"You don't have to, I always wanted to stab that bitch, so it's fine," Noa said, waving her hands.

I hadn't done nearly enough but that was alright for now. I won't be forgetting this debt, after all.

The fleeting, stupid thought entered my mind. That this might be the first time I owed someone.

But the facts were the furthest from the thoughts.

From the very beginning with that annoying robot to now, I've owed tons and tons of people.

Not very suiting for a villain, huh? Well, as if something stupid like fate can ever stop me. The strong weren't bound by that either. Such excuses would never work.

"Now…" Noa sighed. "Let's go."

"No, we can stay here a bit longer."

"Shut up, Eugene Hall. You're the one who said you'll take responsibility."

"Let me cook up a proper excuse, please."

So that person you were crying over is actually alive, lol. I definitely couldn't go back and do that. I didn't even have my age and sudden change to cite anymore, so even if I straight up told people I was from another world, the best case scenario would be getting sentenced to therapy.

It would be better to talk straight with the principal and hide the details about the demon. He would probably like it too since there would be panicking students all over if we just let word of a demon spread, dead or not.

"For now, let's take inspiration from Don Chiik," I said.

"Fuck, don't remind me of that squirrel. That was the only entertaining thing in your spatial dimension," Noa chimed in. "Can't you spice things up?"

"Spice things up in my spatial dimension? What would I put in there?"

"Something normal?"

"Normal? Potions and weapons are normal enough!"

"No! More normal, like porn! How do you not have a single porno in there?"

This bitch.

I glared at Noa Roselle, probably, and she glared back.

Then, we both sighed.

"You're definitely more interesting than the original Eugene. I guess I'll have to accept that you're truly someone from another world."

Of course, I had shared most of the things necessary with Noa through our secret communication. Unlike me, she could ponder on matters all she wanted without worrying about Dantalian's mind-reading, so I mostly had to just affirm or deny them.

"You still doubted?"

"I was ready for betrayal," Noa said, pressing her back on the parapet. "I was ready to face you as I got out, but seeing that you did everything I asked, it was probably alright to trust a bit. And well, a possessor is acceptable enough, since I am a regressor too."

"Oh right, you should be happy. All your friends are regressors too," I spoiled a part of the plot for her, but she wouldn't mind.

"What friends?"

"You know, Luka and everyone?"

"Uh…" Noa nodded and turned her head away. "We weren't that good friends."

Oh?

I guess problems were bound to be afloat with so many lovers.

I didn't pry further and decided to watch Don Chiik's antics a bit more. There was something special about chatting carelessly and enjoying the breeze with a dead demon by your feet.

Something even more special when that dead demon was asking for a killing for two months. It was disappointing that not only did I fall for her vices, but also that I had to concede the last hit.

But there was little I could do.

A head on the verge of insanity and in a place where the demon could exploit anyone around me, it was already a tough game. That I couldn't do anything without her figuring my intentions was even worse.

"At least she's dead."

"You bet," Noa said. "Hey, pull out the beer from your store room. I saw some there. It's perfect after killing a demon."

"You two are pretty happy go lucky, but you do know that the demon isn't dead yet, right?"

Titania came with a semi truck and crashed it right into us.

Both of us blinked for a few seconds, unable to process things.

And then—

"HAAAAH!?"

"WHAAAT!?"

Titania smugly nodded her head. Don't act coy! Tell us that before. For good measure, I decided to smash Dantalian's body a bit more, it seemed Noa had the same thought as she too joined me in kicking it to dust.

"T-that body is dead! You're just being cruel!"

"What do you mean 'that' body?" I snapped. "Explain! Now!"

"Yes, yes." Titania nodded. "You see, Dantalian is not just the Demon King of Many Faces for no reason. There are hundreds of her vessels in her kingdom down in hell, once she dies, she can just switch her soul to one of those."

"Excuse the fuck out of me? And you thought it good to tell us AFTER we killed her?"

Titania blushed and looked away.

"Don't give me that!"

"Look, it's tough to remember everything when you've lived for thousands of years, alright? Why do you think I didn't say anything, I was trying my best to recall it!"

I lowered my head and sighed.

"What now…?" Noa asked. "Should we just let her go…"

We could…

"HAH!" I gasped. "If she's still alive, that means the outer gods won't be coming through after all?"

Noa and I stared at each other.

"You mean… I won't get to fight them?"

"I won't get to kill them…"

Noa raised her hand up, and I met her with mine.

This kind of fate. We were definitely not going to let it happen. Dantalian HAD to die.

"So that we can fight— I mean… stop the danger before it endangers us."

We were going to hell.