Tiffany dragged Milo by the arm, his body scraping along the ground, and said sweetly:
"Sorry, I couldn't resist you... You should know that legally I'm required to kill you, but I took pity on your condition... Come on, get up... It won't be that bad. When we reach Madelina, I'll let you go with a tip to start your life... [Then, in a serious tone] ...If you don't get up, I'll rape you again."
Milo scrambled to his feet despite the pain.
"Good boy."
She reached the rest of the group and asked, "Did you get rid of them?"
David replied,
"Yes. The rest fled, but it's fine. No injuries."
Kylie added,
"They definitely followed us from the forest."
Kylie looked at Milo, knowing what had happened but unaware of the perpetrator's identity. Before she could speak, Tiffany cut in:
"Change the subject. Let's move before something else follows us."
Tiffany tried to speak to Milo to lighten the mood:
"Don't you have more curious questions? ...[No answer]... Hold his hand, Kylie, let's play with him."
They moved their hands together to make Milo skip like a little child, but there was no response. Suddenly, someone said:
"Stop!! Do you smell that?"
Tiffany replied,
"Yes... it's a problem if it's Vanilla."
After much waiting and alert tension, nothing happened. They continued on their way.
At night, they pitched tents amidst glowing insects. Some didn't even pitch a tent, content to sleep in the open, including Tiffany, who refused to have the servants build one for her and slept near Milo.
Milo could barely sit or sleep on his side, away from Tiffany and her maid. He stayed awake thinking, then remembered the dagger he had. He searched for it and tried to commit suicide while Dima watched him from afar with her aura, pretending to be asleep. But he was too cowardly to try to kill himself.
In a moment of rage at his own cowardice, he turned toward Tiffany. He stoked and fed his anger until he rose painfully, with difficulty, and moved toward her.
He drew the dagger from its sheath and brought it down on her chest with his full body weight and maximum strength.
Her skin caused the blade to slide off; the dagger didn't even scratch her. Amidst his shock, Tiffany opened her eyes and said:
"You won't be able to kill me. Just go to sleep before you regret it."
Three days of marching passed, and human landmarks began to appear. Agricultural lands stretched for kilometers. In the middle was a road carved by the feet of humans and animals. Carts with horned horses began to pass, but the unusual thing was the large number of armored police officers.
After some walking, one of them stopped the group, saying:
"Identify yourselves."
David spoke, producing a document from his bag:
"We are the Cutiegore forces from International Felonies."
The security guard checked the document, then looked at them and spotted Tiffany in the back. He saluted her, and she waved back with her fingers. He then continued speaking with David:
"And did you get rid of that bastard?"
"Yes."
Kylie spoke up:
"I see a lot of security men. What's happening?!"
"Lady Narela Donai's carriage was attacked three days ago, and she barely survived."
"What? How?!"
"We are taking care of it... I won't delay you any longer. Welcome to Madelina."
The city of Madelina was not surrounded by a wall but was open, where the houses of farmers and other residents were scattered, paving the way for the jungle of brick and cement that lay ahead. Madelina was a hub for trade coming from Vaska via the safe, legal routes that skirted the Crimson Forest without crossing it.
On the outskirts of the city, Tiffany handed a bag to Milo and said:
"Here, take this bag. It has everything you need. [Milo didn't respond, so she put it on him.] I think it's time to part ways. I'm sorry for what I did to you. In this bag, you'll find everything you need."
She spoke coldly, as if she wanted to get rid of him quickly. Milo was exhausted, unable to take revenge. He had been raped; he hadn't gathered a harem as he had imagined if he were transported to such a world. He concluded that even in another world, if you were a failure with a weak personality, that wouldn't change just because you started over. Your complexes remain as hidden forces beyond your control, condemning your life to failure once again. The social, heroic, or unyielding persona isn't your nature; if it doesn't land you in embarrassing situations, you'll tire of pretending and revert to your origin.
The city's buildings were constructed in a Gothic style full of details. They continued walking until they entered a crowded market. While Milo was reviewing his life, he suddenly discovered he was alone in the crowd, and the group he was with seemed to have evaporated.
He felt freedom and, at the same time, lost... a world where he knew nothing. His distended belly hurt severely; he could barely walk. From afar, without him being able to see her, Tiffany took one last look and smiled:
"Now he will hate me more."
Milo tried to exit the crowd, bumping into people until he got out and sat down, talking to himself in English:
"No money... no home... no family... no mom... no dad. And crazy people who either want to mutilate my corpse or rape me. [Milo stood up and grabbed his face as if trying to tear it off in anger.] And this damn face of mine. I can't even imagine worse than what I've been through. I wonder what that whore left me. [Milo opened the bag.] What are these bags? Are they..."
Suddenly, an angry soldier's voice shouted at Milo:
"Hey, you... Drop that bag and get on the ground NOOOOW!"
Milo stood up and tried to flee with difficulty, but what Tiffany had done to him made him run slowly, with a limp. When he exited to the market, he sped up to enter the crowd.
"Stop him!"
A passerby kicked Milo's leg, tripping him over the man's other leg. He fell to the ground, and security men surrounded him. He glimpsed Tiffany with her servants looking at him before he lost consciousness.
Milo was unconscious due to the sedative injected into him the moment he was captured. He was stripped of his clothes and hung by both wrists, his feet barely touching the ground, in a dusty underground stone room. A short distance away stood a bucket of water.
When they sensed he was waking up, the upper door opened, and two rows of maids descended—six of them—along with two armored guards. Behind them, ostensibly, came the Investigator. He picked up the bucket of ice water in the room and threw it on Milo. Milo was shocked by the freezing temperature and went into hysteria and panic, jumping and writhing in place, scratching the floor with his toenails.
The Investigator spoke:
"Wake up, you slut. You had your fill of bread, and now you want to blow up peaceful citizens? What is your name?"
"S-Sir, I wath tricked."
A punch to Milo's stomach made him sway like a punching bag and caused him to feel dizzy.
"What is your name?"
"W-Whath name?"
The Investigator took out a whip and began beating him, saying:
"You... must... learn... manners. Answer... only... the... questions... I... ask. Do... not... ignore... my... question."
Amidst Milo's screaming and bloody weeping, matching the whip marks on his body, he began to speak:
"My name ith Maz... I mean Brady Valentino. I juth woke up and found mythelf in thith body. And my real name ith Milo, thir. Pleath lithen, I wath tricked."
"By whom?"
"Tiffany... Tiffany Cutiegore tricked me and... and planted thoth explothives in my bag."
"What is your legal status?"
"I don't know the meaning of thath word."
"Are you an illegal immigrant?"
"Y-Y-Yes."
"Then you have no rights with us. We have a surplus population; we don't need another slut."
"Thir, I am a different perthon. I am Milo. The one who committed the crime ith Brady, and Brady died during my tranthmigration. I am from planet Earth."
"What is your opinion, Doctor?"
One of the maids spoke. She was distinctively tall compared to her peers and the Investigator. Her body was like a curse wrapped in the delight of a beauty created to be worshipped, not described, covered in patterns of tattoos. Her hair was Burgundy red, soft as aged red wine, and her eyes were a very pale blue. She said in a confident voice:
"Yes, there are only some cells that barely store anything. This boy is a Class 5
Transfer, meaning the body's owner died."
"Give us a minute."
The Investigator and the maid exited.
"Do you think, Luciehar, that Tiffany, who reported him, really framed him?"
"Yes, Mr. Mayor. She would do that and more. And she raped him; he is pregnant now."
The Investigator replied in confusion and disgust:
"Ugh, damn it. What filth... What do you think? What should we do? Is it worth it? We barely got out of a war with them... [Thinking] ...and now they roam and frolic with their sick morals."
"Sir, in my opinion, sometimes the mistakes of others force us to be silent heroes who clean up what we don't deserve."
"No... no. I don't believe in rhyming words or flowery wisdom. Life taught me that I must annoy people with questions. If I stay silent and execute, those sluts will climb on our backs. Let's put an end to this. Order them to send an envoy and bring that monster here."
One of Tiffany's maids spoke:
"Honorable Mistress, you have received an invitation from the Mayor, Mr. Sahin Banselking III."
Tiffany sighed in annoyance. After much time, she headed to the Mayor's huge Gothic-style palace, which was outside the city, surrounded by landscapes, gardens, and guards.
"Welcome, Honorable Tiffany. It's been a long time."
"Hello, Mr. Uhhh... [Trying to remember the name] ...Sahin. Thank you for the invitation."
After much formal, flowery talk in the first guest room—which appeared to be two hundred square meters, with flooring of marble resembling cheap red Flexomantium with black cracks like fractures in the floor (the rich's way of expressing the depth of the relationship through the value of the guest room)—the room was also decorated with large art paintings on the ceiling, extinguished candle torches shaped like skulls on the walls, and furniture marrying shades of red and black.
"You probably know why I invited you."
"About that boy, isn't it?"
"Yes. Do you want me to take the life of an innocent person? You know the principle of Liability Annulment for a Class 5 Transfer."
"No one will know. His secret will die with him... I made a mistake, maybe you knew. Pleaaase, the guilt is killing me. And on the other hand, this is useful for your techniques."
"You will hold this mistake over me as an unjust Mayor participating in a crime... Why didn't you end his suffering yourself? No one would hold you accountable."
"If I could, I would have, but... he's cute. I can't hurt him."
"You didn't hurt him, but you raped him. Wooow, what an excuse. Fine, even I say
he's cute and innocent, so I can't hurt him."
"No... don't repeat my words. Please, I won't forget your favor as long as I live."
"How ridiculous... Why are you so insistent? Are you afraid of him? Anyway, how much will you pay?"
"Uhh... No, but I appreciate how he'll feel when he realizes he died unjustly. I don't have anything with me right now except some money to return. Come on, it's one strike, and you know I repay favors. You've tried me before."
"No one will hold me accountable, but God will."
"Haha, since when are you religious?"
Mayor Sahin sighed and took out a paper on which he wrote the agreement. He made Tiffany sign it and stamp it with her family seal, stating that she was a participant in this matter, that she would not reveal anything that happened here, and that his killing was safe without consequences.
"Let me take one last look at Milo."
"No. Get out. I'll look like your servant."
"Fine. Tell him Tiffany sends her regards... [She blushed] ...and will rape you forever after you die."
"Yuck... Why?"
"Just say it."
"You are disgusting. Get out before I change my mind."
After she left, Sahin turned to Luciehar.
"Prepare the knives and tell the maids to bring him down."
Tiffany said, "Dima, I feel something bad is going to happen."
The maid replied, "Me too, but not to us, Great Mistress. Haha."
Luciehar took a metal wrench and walked through the palace corridors searching for the rest of the servants to help with the upcoming task. The palace corridors contained rooms with distinct designs: some had glass floors with colorful fish swimming underneath, some had furniture hanging from the ceiling, and others were game rooms and offices. She went to the servants' building connected to the palace via an underground shortcut. After entering the servants' room, she entered the storehouse, unlocked it, and descended with some servants and guards. She entered an empty room containing a secret puzzle, then opened the door. They continued descending and finally opened a sliding door to reach the torture and confession rooms, the slaughterhouse, and finally the cells. Sahin was changing his clothes because there would be a lot of mess, assisted by the maids, and then he joined them.
Milo was unbound and led to the slaughterhouse, where he was pinned on his stomach on the ground amidst his confusion.
"Whath are you doing to me?! ...Let me go... Thith ith not fair, you are wronging me... [The Mayor arrived, and one of the maids opened a box containing a set of knives.] No, no, no, we didn't agree on thith, pleath no."
The Mayor chose one of the knives and tested it on a small lock of hair from the maid with hair black on the outside and royal purple on the inside, who was holding the knife box.
The Mayor sat on Milo's back. Milo began speaking in Arabic mixed with Hexalonian, trying to move, but he was held down firmly.
"What are you doing... Get off, no..."
The Mayor replied with disgust:
"The whore Tiffany sends her regards, ugh, and she will rape your soul forever... Damn, what am I saying? Boy, you are truly jinxed. A Futanari raped you? Really, this is madness. Haha, I am doing you a favor. Just imagine giving birth—damn, I can't imagine it. Just give up. Your case is hopeless."
Luciehar used her ability and sedated Milo, who surrendered to the paralysis of his body. Sahin lifted him by his upper jaw and began to slice open his neck. Blood shot out like a fountain. Milo had already surrendered; only the gurgling sound of death was heard from him amidst the contraction of his windpipe as if trying to draw breath. The Mayor got up from him. The provocative feeling of blood beginning to clot increased his nervousness, so one of the maids brought a bowl of water where the Mayor washed his hands in a bucket. He took one last look at Milo and said:
"May God just forgive me... I smell a strange scent. Do you smell it too?! [The servants answered in the negative.] Anyway, don't touch his corpse. Take him to the freezer until that whore comes to take him. I feel a bit dizzy."
The Mayor climbed the stairs with one of the maids and exited through the rectangular metal door. He stopped, saying:
"I feel the dizziness increasing. It can't be..."
Suddenly, Sahin collapsed amidst the maid's screams calling for help, checking his pulse and vital signs.
Mayor Sahin was dead.