I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Whenever she gets dirty or sweaty, she wants to wash herself as soon as possible.

With these pleasant thoughts in mind, the devout Puritan girl finished her prayers and put on the clothes that were placed on the old wooden table.

Then, in order to do a good job of gathering herbs entrusted to her, the girl left her sisters' home and set off.

The noisy and bustling sounds of the city of Béziers reached the girl's ears, but what attracted Lizzie the most was the sound of weapons clashing and armor clashing, which made her feel somewhat repulsed.

Watching the hurried city soldiers, Lizzie stared blankly at them as they disappeared into the distance, and whispered:

"Is war...coming?"

War is about to begin, and for some reason, Lizzie has a sense of panic and foreboding, an unpleasant feeling as if a great disaster is about to befall her.

Lizzie had always lived in the Puritan church of the Sisters' House, and had heard about this with her sisters who shared the same faith, but she didn't feel any sense of reality about it.

After all, Lizzie and her sisters lived in a pure faith.

"Would...that kind of thing really happen?"

For Lizzie, who was still a minor, the word "war" was very distant. She did not know the cruelty of war and was confused about the concept of war.

She and her sisters had never seen the brutal sight of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

Because of her faith in the Pure Land doctrine, Lizzie knew that they forbade killing, but she was unaware of the thoughts of others.

Believers believe in the distinction between good and evil in their actions, and that the roar will be reincarnated between humans and beasts. Therefore, for Puritans, killing is an absurd thing.

In their belief, killing is tantamount to severing the path to redemption, and their faith is the purest and noblest. Lizzie has always lived in this faith.

Yes, this was how she lived before the war reached this poor girl.

"...Phew~"

After gathering the herbs, Lizzie returned to her sisters' house, sighing wearily. She wiped the sweat from her brow and nodded in satisfaction at the clean fragrance of the herbs.

But looking down at his even wetter clothes, he said with great distress:

"I'm so wet, it's so uncomfortable..."

She couldn't wait to go to the cool spring outside the city and wash herself thoroughly.

However, a hint of hesitation lingered on Lizzie's delicate face, for this was a dangerous time, and not only her sisters, but also the people on the street were talking about the dangers of going out every day.

Especially for these delicate girls, they have to stick together if they want to go out.

But when it comes to going to the bathhouse, Lizzie only wants to go alone. As for why, well, now that she's a little older, she has her own little secrets she wants to keep hidden...

With that thought in mind, Lizzie finally gritted her teeth and ran out of the city alone.

.........

In the woods not far from Béziers, the beautiful, lush greenery is a stark contrast to the atmosphere of this war-torn era.

Wildflowers exude a faint fragrance, and birds flying around and insects chirping occasionally all contribute to the peace and tranquility of this place.

It's only early autumn, the trees and grass are still lush and green, and the temperature isn't too low.

The innocent young girl, Lizzie, secretly ran away from the city. After a busy day, she was covered in sweat, and as a woman who loves beauty and cleanliness, she naturally wanted to wash herself thoroughly.

After all, the French perfume industry is very developed, giving people a clean and elegant feeling, but they don't like to take baths.

This was partly due to the limited level of science and medical technology at the time, which led people to blindly believe in various unscientific methods when it came to diseases.

In the 14th century, it was believed in France that bathing was one of the ways to spread diseases. At that time, some people with mania would take frequent baths on the advice of doctors, while ordinary people would not dare to take baths easily.

Even the cleanest ladies in high society only take a bath once or twice a year, and usually wipe their bodies with a dry towel.

As a result, Europeans all had a strong body odor, and in order to cover it up, nobles sprayed perfume on themselves.

Lizzie couldn't do that; she simply couldn't stand her own stench, so she could only take a bath secretly.

The pretty and lovely girl came to the center of the lush green forest. Looking at the clear lake, she looked around to make sure no one was there before happily taking off her white clothes and hanging them on a tree not far away.

She carefully touched the spring water with her delicate, fair feet, and couldn't wait to plunge into the cool water.

"puff......"

"Mmm...so comfortable..."

Lizzie let out a comfortable meow like a kitten, her fair face showing an expression of enjoyment. She used her beautiful, snow-white hands to wipe her petite body, washing away the grime and enjoying the rare coolness in the rather hot weather.

The innocent girl looked down at her developing body and began to blush slightly. Even a devout Puritan nun of her age would have some knowledge of sex.

wow-

The more Lizzie thought about it, the more confused she became. She splashed water on her face with both hands to stop the inappropriate thoughts from arising.

Shaking her head to stop thinking, the girl quietly lay down in the cool, clear spring water, leaning against the clean rocks washed by the lake water, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

Little did they know, war was still imminent, and the soldiers' henchmen, who carried out evil deeds under the banner of gods, were about to reach this place.

Not far away, in a clump of grass, a cunning and lewd-looking man, his eyes blazing with ugly lust, stared at the beautiful scenery before him, his mouth dry.

After surveying the surroundings and finding no one there, the soldier was filled with a wicked desire and began to crouch down, quietly moving towards the beautiful, elfin-like girl in the lake.

On the other side, above the French fortress city, a pure white vortex of time opened at an altitude of ten thousand meters, and a tall figure walked out from it as if strolling through the void.

Reiji, having stepped out of the River of Time, looked down and then nodded with satisfaction.

The location from which we traveled through time was correct, and the time displayed in the environment below was also accurate.

So Liselotte, no, Lisette, should be somewhere below.

What Reiji needs to do this time is to rewrite Liselotte's fate and, without making too much of a fuss, preserve the original existence of the witch Liselotte.

So, what is Lizzie's target...?

"Hey! Get away! Let...let me go!"

As soon as he released his senses, Lei Zhe's face darkened. It was the panicked scream of a girl he remembered as pitiful, accompanied by the heavy breathing and laughter of a man filled with ugly desire.

Putting aside the fact that the witch was his familiar, his possession, Reiji's mood also became unpleasant when he thought of those guys in history who did things worse than animals under the banner of gods.

"Hehehe, what is this? It really does look quite delicious. Luckily, I was the first to arrive, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy this beautiful virgin. Don't put up any futile resistance, you'll feel comfortable soon."

The man's lewd laughter and heavy breathing became even more rapid, as if he had won some big prize; his tone was so excited he was practically about to unleash a flag.

With a gloomy expression, Lei Zhe traversed the spatial distance in one step and arrived at his destination.

Do you enjoy toying with underage girls?

The deep, eerily calm voice startled the man, whose pants were already half-down, exposing his buttocks. The large hand that had been roughly gripping the delicate girl's hair in front of him unconsciously loosened its grip.

Lizzie, her face filled with terror, collapsed into the shallow spring water, tears streaming down her face as she crawled backward, trying to get away from the ugly, beast-like man before her.

The alert man turned his head and saw that he was enveloped by a huge shadow. He looked up with a look of fear and blankness.

Then he saw a long-haired man with golden hair who seemed to block out and swallow even the sunlight, standing tall in front of him.

The other person's handsome face, sculpted by the Creator, and his long golden hair, which seemed to shine brighter than the sun, were deeply etched into Lizzie's soul at their very first meeting.

However, as a man who wanted to violate the girl, he swallowed nervously and fearfully when facing Lei Zhe. The other party's golden eyes, which were as calm as still water, made his soul tremble involuntarily.

Lei Zhe looked at the stunned soldier in front of him with a calm, chilling gaze, and said indifferently, "Bullying underage girls and such, I have a new place here that is a perfect place for your soul to go."

“Puff——!”

The man only saw Reizhe raise his hand and wave it slightly before his vision began to spin rapidly.

The headless corpse immediately gushed out a huge amount of blood, staining the clear spring water a deep red. After the head fell into the spring, the man's consciousness completely disappeared.

“...Huh?” Lysette, slumped in the spring, clutched her budding chest, staring blankly at the water slowly turning red and the headless corpse of the man who had just tried to bully her, now transformed into a human fountain.

The man's soul was immediately seized by Reizer and thrown into a hellish world befitting someone who had committed the sin of mistreating and abusing women.

The man, who had just regained consciousness after his mind went black, groggily opened his eyes and found himself hanging on a dark cross.

"Are you awake, darling~~~"

The harsh sounds that sent chills down the man's spine brought him back to his senses. A large group of unkempt, muscular men were eyeing him with lewd and thuggish gazes.

These muscular men, dressed only in black elastic briefs, each possessed incredibly strong and muscular physiques, enough to make even Schwarzenegger blush with envy.

The man was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat and trembled.

"Where...where am I? Why am I here? I was clearly here before..."

The man, who had intended to move his body, suddenly realized that he couldn't even move an inch, and asked in a panic.

"Are you bullying those women who are heretics? All the boys who come here say that the opposite sex is only for procreation, and that true love is with us. Boy, we will let you experience the taste of true love~, we will do everything we can to cleanse you of your sins."

Before him stood a massive, bearded man with pectoral muscles as large as marbles, twice his height, who smiled kindly at the sweetheart in front of him, revealing a mouthful of foul-smelling yellow teeth.

In the seemingly endless space before him, a huge, muscular group of men, all grinning lewdly, surrounded this man who didn't have much muscle. He was as small and helpless as a kitten caught in a sea of ​​tigers.

"Let me go! I am a believer in God, I have no sins on me!!!"

The man, who already sensed what was about to happen, struggled frantically, looking at the exceptionally muscular men in front of him with extreme terror, as if he were seeing a billion murderers.

"Don't be afraid, we will bring you endless joy. Don't underestimate us, we are as powerful as Michael, the angel under the Lord's throne, in this line of work."

With a smile on his face, the leader pulled out lubricant from behind his back, then grinned lewdly at his comrades who had also pulled out their real stuff, and continued to introduce it:

"Each of our brothers has extraordinary abilities, each possesses their own unique skills, and their fighting spirit and patience are truly astounding. Their secret weapons can also bring you unexpected surprises, hehehehe..."

As if responding to their leader, the surrounding burly men all pulled out spiked clubs, toothpaste, files, sledgehammers, electric batons, saws, pliers... and even a volleyball-sized, spiky, and ferocious golden durian.

It has all sorts of random things, and each item has its own creative use.

The muscular men, armed with their weapons, were like a pack of starving wolves eyeing a helpless lamb, gazing with intense passion and deep affection at the terrified little man hanging on the cross.

"You...you can't! Stay away from me...don't come near me! You can't...you can't do this! Help! Someone save me! No! No!!!"

The man was terrified, tears and snot streaming down his face. He struggled and cried for help frantically, but these actions did nothing to arouse the interest of the muscular men.

When a man is so afraid that he is desperate, does he ever think that when he abuses a girl, she is also desperate and helpless?

"Mmm~, tastes so good~~~"

"Oh darling, I want to see your size!"

"Hehehe...I want a hot dog!"

Before long, under the warm hospitality of a large group of brothers, the man who had committed a sin that could never be washed away met this group of tough guys with his bare hands.

"Aaaaaaah! Daddy, help me!!!"

A heart-wrenching wail echoed throughout the entire hellish realm. The man would be imprisoned and tormented forever in this extremely special hellish place, until the end of all time...