The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 80

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐟'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝟎: 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐟’𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

“If you want revenge, you can kill them.”

The words spoken by my master echo in my head over and over.

A chance for revenge that came out of nowhere.

Those who I hate so intensely are now all lying at my feet, unable to move.

Just like my master said, even a powerless person like me could probably kill them if I wanted to.

But, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to come back if I did that.

The opponent is a bandit.

The opponent is the one who killed my father, just now, they also tried to kill us.

No one would complain even if I killed them.

On the contrary, I might even be thanked.

Still, I was hesitating.

I don’t want to say something superficial like, it’s wrong to kill people.

But, I felt like if I killed a person easily, I would become a monster like my master or Demon Lord-sama.

I was scared of that.

In my mind, the scene of the royal capital, which was turned into a wasteland by Demon Lord-sama, resurfaces.

I wonder how many hundreds, how many thousands of people died at that time.

It was also something I’m responsible for.

Because I guided Demon Lord-sama to the royal capital, such a thing happened.

It couldn’t be helped because it was an order.

In that way, I’ve been averting my eyes from my own sin.

There’s no right to refuse for a slave, so it couldn’t be helped.

While making excuses like that, I’ve been teaching my master about the information of towns and countries.

Out of concern for my own wellbeing.

To prevent myself from being abandoned by my master, I betrayed others.

And now, this case.

If I kill a person with my own hands here, there would be no room for excuses.

The feeling of having killed a person would certainly strike my heart.

I might not be able to endure it.

That is incredibly scary.

So, I became immobile.

“Yo, you, won’t kill me, right? I’m an adventurer, not a bandit.

You know what happens if the guild finds out that you killed an adventurer, right?

So please! Spare me at least!”

“You bastard! Don’t mess around!”

“Don’t try to save yourself!”

“This scum!”

“Shut up, you noisy trash!”

When I froze, the adventurer who got involved with us yesterday started begging for his life, and the bandits who saw that started making a fuss.

And then, my master, who turned his eyes to the adventurer, approached him.

“Pl, ple! Please, spare my life! If you spare me, I’ll listen to whatever you say!

I’m a B-rank adventurer!

There’s a lot I can do, and I’m well-connected in many places!

I’m sure I’ll be useful to you!

So. . .”

“Shut up.”

Interrupting his words halfway, my master swung his sword and easily decapitated the adventurer.

The rolling head and splattered blood flew up to me.

[Uwaaaaaaaa?!]

The bandits screamed in terror.

I just stared blankly at it.

This may be the first time I’ve seen my master actually kill someone.

“If you’re not going to kill, I will, so what will you do?”

Saying that, my master handed me the sword he was holding.

I take the blood-stained sword with my trembling hand.

My body moved reflexively.

Maybe I felt like I was being ordered to kill.

Holding that sword, I first went to the man called Oto, who was on the verge of death.

I calm my irregular breath due to nervousness, and raise my sword.

“Sa, save me. . .”

The man called Oto begged for his life in a raspy voice.

The moment I heard that voice, something inside me snapped.

[Ple, please! Spare this child at least!]

What surfaces in my mind are the last words of my father.

The words of my father who worried about me until the very end.

What happened to the man who said that?

Didn’t he kill him with a laugh?

I, with all my might, thrust my sword into him.

“Gyaaaaaaaaa?!”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

I don’t care anymore.

I will stop thinking about difficult things.

Now, I just need to avenge my father.

I have to kill this man, making him suffer as much as possible.

If not, my father won’t rest in peace.

With this in mind, I continued to stab him with my sword.

Over and over again.

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

And in doing so, aided by the sharpness of my sword, even with my weak power, I was able to mutilate the man known as the leader.

And then, I turned my eyes to the other bandits.

“Eek?!”

Oh, there are still so many of them.

Those who I have to kill.

I have to kill.

I must kill.

I have to kill.

“St, stop. . .!”

“Ow, owowowow?!”

“Ah, aaaaaaaa. . .”

“Uwaaaaaaaa?!”

“I’m going to die. . .I’m going to die. . .”

“Help. . .Guh?!”

How much time had passed?

Swinging my sword mindlessly, swinging, swinging.

Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing.

Before I knew it, all the bandits were dead.

The sensation of taking a life hits me in delay.

Overwhelmed by it, tears came out.

But at that moment.

“Well done.”

My master, in her usual emotionless voice, said that while holding me in her chest.

“You did a good job.”

She said that and stroked my head.

The tears stopped.

Even though I knew it was wrong, I clung to my master’s warmth.

I surrendered myself to her.

The unpleasant sensation of killing a person is fading away.

Being held by my master, having my head stroked, I feel at ease.

In that state, I felt my eyelids becoming heavy.

My heart and body are saying they are tired.

Even though I know if I give myself to this drowsiness, it will be irreversible.

🔹𝔸𝕨𝕖𝕓𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣ie𝕤.𝕔𝕠𝕞 ― 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕒n𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 “𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤🔹

I fell asleep in my master’s arms.


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  1. Sareza says:

    Looks like Honjo might be dipping into the yandere pool, huh? 👀

  2. Cruelsanto says:

    This is getting quite annoying, it’s like she’s an entirely different character.
    When does this Leif guy dies anyway? He annoys me

    1. Benjamin says:

      Probably never.

      It’s her favorite toy.

      She won’t discard it until it breaks.

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