Surviving as a Cult Leader in Another World

Wrath, the Ire.

She found the bloody battle unfolding before her eyes extremely amusing.
Two naked knights.
No less than those who considered each other comrades, now fighting for survival with weapons in hand.
However, the two men's sluggish movements aroused Wrath's 'Ire'.
"If you don't fight quickly, you'll both die horribly! I'll castrate you and shove them down your throats! Skinning you alive might be a good idea too!"
Clack-.
Wrath flipped over an hourglass that could measure about 5 minutes in front of her.
"Five minutes. Only one of you will survive within that time."
This was the reason why Wrath was called the "Hourglass Witch" when she was previously a member of Walpurgis.
She enjoyed torturing and pushing people while setting an hourglass.
"Tristan! You bastard! What's with that knife!"
"Loras! Th, this couldn't be helped! It's your fault for waking up late!"
Loras and Tristan.
The two men, who had run through the forests and hills together since childhood, were now facing each other.
Loras, holding a club, felt dizzy as he looked at Tristan's dagger.
"Fuck, Tristan, you son of a bitch. Every time I asked you which weapon was better, a dagger or a club, you always said a club was better! You bastard!"
"But you said a dagger was better. I think so too now!"
Flash-.
The blade in Tristan's hand reflected the torchlight eerily.
Whether Tristan was holding a dagger or not, Loras was confident that he could beat him.
After all, Loras was the former top knight of the Agarphe family.
"Haha-."
But Loras couldn't calm his breathing because a strange laughter kept escaping his lips.
Perhaps because he had been eating castor beans like snacks for the past few days, his stomach was churning, he felt dizzy, and he was experiencing hallucinations like seeing two of Tristan's faces.
'Fuck, it was all a trap. It must have been that bastard Hyde's doing. That bastard must have been in cahoots with these witches from the beginning. Yes, that makes sense. Is my laughter also some kind of curse…!?'
Thinking strategically was the domain of Doctor of Theology Selim, but
Loras thought he was just as smart as Selim.
'I'll survive somehow and tear off that bastard Hyde's face. Then the marriage will be annulled, and I can marry Psyche. Psyche, I'll marry that bitch and take over the Count's family─.'
He kept laughing.
It was a very pleasant imagination.
But there was a problem.
'Even if I defeat Tristan, how do I escape from here? That Wrath bitch is a real monster. Can I get away from her in my current condition?'
It was at that moment.
"Loras! Don't blame me!"
Tristan, holding the dagger, charged towards Loras with all his might.
"Tristan, you son of a bitch!"
Loras swung the club at Tristan with all his might, and with a cracking sound, Tristan's shoulder shattered.
He had aimed for the head, but the trajectory was slightly off.
Still, it should be a fatal blow.
"Loras!!! Die!!!!"
But perhaps because blood rushed to his head, Tristan didn't even feel the pain and plunged the dagger into Loras's stomach.
"Argh!"
Loras felt a pain as if his stomach was being burned by fire.
It was truly a fatal wound.
'Fuck, that's why I said a dagger was stronger! You fucking Tristan! When did you insist that a club was better, you damn bastard!'
Loras was so angry that he couldn't calm down.
Tristan stabbed Loras's stomach repeatedly with the dagger.
Stab, stab, stab-!
"Loras! I have to kill you to survive! Please let me live! I, I have parents to take care of and an unmarried younger sister! Loras, compared to me, you're an orphan whose family is all dead! You orphan bastard! You pathetic orphan!! You have no responsibility even if you die, so just die!"
"You bastard, you've been thinking of me like that all along! Tristan, I thought of you as a brother! Cough, argh!"
Suddenly, Tristan's lower body swelled up.
Seeing that, Loras was horrified.
"Wh, what the fuck is that!"
"I loved you, you pathetic orphan, Loras! You bastard! You'll live inside me forever!"
Loras felt his head spin.
That bastard Tristan was a damned homosexual.
'Is this how my life as Sir Loras ends, being killed by this pathetic homosexual? So absurdly? No. If I can just survive here somehow─.'
Loras exerted superhuman strength.
Survival instinct.
And only 'rage' towards this situation filled his head.
"You fucking homo!"
Loras grabbed Tristan's head with his hand.
He pressed his thumb into Tristan's eye and squeezed as if he would crush it.
"Lo, Loras, let go! We're friends! You fucking bastard, ugh! We, we're friends!"
"Die! You homo bastard!"
Crack, crack, crush-.
Tristan's head was crushed by Loras's grip, and he died.
Seeing that, the cultists started to cheer.
"The winner has been decided!"
"He's a hotter guy than I thought. Isn't it a waste to castrate him?"
"You idiot, don't you know it's better when a hot guy gets castrated and screams?"
"Pant, pant…"
Loras clutched his stomach, which had been slashed by the dagger.
He exerted superhuman strength and stood up.
His eyes were still burning with fighting spirit, and Wrath, the Ire watched him with interest.
"There's fire in your eyes. It's not as much as this Wrath, but I can feel the intense rage. You were worthy of receiving the mark of Wrath."
"Mark of Wrath? What are you talking about? Ha, haha-. Hahaha. I won. Haha."
"Pledge your allegiance to me. Kneel and obey the Witches' Sabbath. Then I'll heal your wounds and use you importantly."
Wrath, the Ire.
At her words, Loras's only thought was to survive somehow.
Whether it was because he lost his strength or by his own will, he knelt down.
Thud-.
"The Smiling Knight is nothing special."
"It's all useless in front of the Deadly Sin's overwhelming power."
"The Crescent Moon Sisterhood will conquer Durgien like this!"
The cultist sisters laughed maniacally.
Loras's consciousness was fading.
Wrath, who was licking her lips as she looked at him, sensed something strange.
Aaaaaaaaaargh━━───!!!
It was someone's scream.
It was like the roar of a beast, or a mournful wail.
Killing intent.
If you were to express it in sound, wouldn't it sound exactly like this?
Wrath stood up, holding the log.
"It seems there's another intruder. Everyone, get ready for battle!"
At her words, the cultist sisters looked at each other.
And after a moment of moving in unison─.
Something.
Something bizarre appeared before them.
It was a woman about 5 feet tall.
She was wearing a brown robe, but her figure was so graceful that it was clear she was a woman.
Her face was covered with a mask with a spiral pattern.
"Who are you? Are you also a member of the Sisterhood? What's with that mask?"
Wrath asked.
The woman with the spiral mask didn't answer and approached Wrath. Then she reached out towards Wrath's hands.
Crack-.
"Oh, you're quite strong. But to show off your strength in front of this Wrath! Don't you know that this Wrath's grip can even crush the armor of knights!"
Wrath and the woman with the spiral mask clasped each other's hands and exerted force.
Crack, crack, crack-.
The sound of bones shattering began to be heard, and Wrath, the Ire could sense that something was wrong.
"W, wait─Spare me─."
Crack-. Rip-!
Wrath's gigantic body, which was over 7 feet tall, was torn in half. Blood sprayed from the torn body like a fountain, creating a mist of blood.
Could a human body be torn apart like cheese like this?
All the sisters gathered there froze for a moment─.
Slowly-.
When the masked woman, her robe stained red with the blood spraying like a fountain, turned towards the crowd─.
"R, run!"
"Eek!"
All the women started to run away in panic.
Hell.
Believers tend to imagine the appearance of that terrible place at least once.
And in my case, I meditated on its appearance every day in various ways.
To remind myself that I should never go to hell─.
But.
The hell I had imagined was unfolding right here before my eyes.
Women running away in all directions.
Pandemonium.
The woman with the spiral mask, pulling off human heads like radishes from a field.
"Wrath─."
I couldn't help but feel dizzy as I uttered the name.
The one who was tearing the women apart with her bare hands was the real Wrath, the Ire.
Wrath of the Deadly Sin.
The villain who was called the 'Nightmare of Durgien' and crushed countless knights like aluminum cans.
"Why is she here?"
It was a sudden appearance, but one thing was certain: Wrath's rage had reached the 'Extreme Rage' stage.
According to my theory, Wrath's rage goes through four stages, and depending on the stage, she goes completely insane.
Extreme Rage is the highest of those four stages.
At this point, there was only one way to stop her.
Wrath would continue to slaughter and destroy endlessly from now on.
"Is this the escape opportunity Oscar was talking about?"
It was too well-structured to be a coincidence. I thought about the correlation between Archibald and Wrath and chose to flee for now.
If I stayed here, I would definitely die, swept away by Wrath's rage.
That was a truth I couldn't do anything about, even if it was me.
After all, a Deadly Sin could be considered a natural disaster like a typhoon or an earthquake. It was fortunate that the typhoon would wipe out the Crescent Moon Sisterhood.
"Galatea! Let's run!"
"Ugh─."
I took Galatea, whose intelligence seemed to have regressed to the level of an infant, and chose to run. It was important to get out of this place as soon as possible.
I hadn't seen Loras die with my own eyes, but I had achieved all my other goals, so there was no reason to hesitate.
Loras wouldn't be able to survive in this situation where Wrath was on a rampage either.
"A, child─."
Then Galatea grabbed my hand and led me somewhere.
What did 'a, child' mean?
The problem was that her strength, despite her regressed intelligence, was strong.
I had no choice but to be dragged away, and then I saw a strange scene.
"Sir Loras! Run away! I'll save you!"
A child.
I saw a boy, who didn't belong in this hellish landscape, pulling Loras's arm.
It was Paulo, the apprentice gardener of the Agarphe family.
It seemed Galatea reacted to the child's voice even in her broken mental state.
"That bastard, didn't he go back with the soldiers? Loras, that bastard isn't dead yet either. He's got a damn long life."
"Child…Must save…"
Galatea reached out towards Paulo.
The worst part was that Wrath, who had killed so many people that her brown robe was completely stained red, was approaching us.
It was a critical situation.
At this moment.
Right now─.
─What should I do?
If Wrath came any closer, Loras would die.
"Sir Loras! Run away quickly! Quickly!"
And Paulo would die too, of course.
"Child…Must save the child…"
It seemed Galatea didn't want to leave the child behind.
Galatea, the Knight of Divine Punishment, must have been a truly righteous knight, the kind I had never seen before.
Finally, Galatea ran towards Paulo and grabbed the child's hand.
"…Run away. Run away…child."
"Wh, who are you! I don't know who you are, but please help Sir Loras!"
If this continued, Galatea would be killed by Wrath too.
Then I could just run away alone, hiding in this corner.
If I ran away alone, all the problems would be solved.
Could there be a simpler solution?
Truth was originally this simple, easy enough for even a child to understand.
But I felt that if I ran away here, everything would be over.
How could I be called a true believer if I ran away in the face of injustice?
The boy Paulo and Galatea were innocent.
That drove me crazy.
I felt a pain as if my brain was splitting and my soul was dividing.
There was only one way to stop Wrath, who was enraged beyond words.
I was the only one who knew that method here.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh━─!!!!"
Why did I have to be the one to do that crazy thing?
I was so frustrated and angry that I couldn't stand it.
It felt like my intestines were twisting, my brain was boiling, and the melted blood was gushing out of my eyes.
But there was really no other way.
Swish-.
I took out the iron mask from the bag I had brought.
This was the iron mask I had made to remind myself not to stray from the righteous path again, just like Goujian, who had gritted his teeth and strengthened his resolve.
The symbol of my sins and humiliation, which I had made to remind myself every day.
─My little hell.
"Whatever! I'll just say a big repentance prayer before I go to bed!"
I put it on.