Surviving as a Cult Leader in Another World

Milione Archibald.

It seems she has left her hometown of Florence and come all the way to the Agarphe territory.
The Lady Milione I remembered never stepped outside of Florence.
This might mean that the current situation is that serious.
After all, the second son of the prestigious Archbishop family, Archibald, was brutally murdered by heretics.
"My husband Hyde! Lady Milione has really come to Agarphe! The promise that you can take a second wife is still… valid!"
Whoosh-.
With those words, Psyche dashed out of the prison.
What a healthy woman she is.
Lady Milione.
Does this mean the talk about taking her as a second wife is still on the table?
Although it's just my thought, the possibility of taking Lady Milione as a second wife has become close to 0% this time.
This is because Oscar died so 'tragically' near the Agarphe territory.
The Archibald family must be furious.
The arrow of their anger will be directed towards the nearby heretics, and naturally, it will also come towards Agarphe.
And I am now officially a member of this Count family.
"In other words, Lady Milione has come as a representative of the Archibald family's fury. Even for me, it won't be easy to bring up the topic of marriage."
I didn't have the time to worry about a second wife either.
I was the one who was more furious than anyone else in the world right now!
"Argh!"
I swore I would never write smut again-.
I broke the promise I made to myself this time!
Of course, it could be considered extenuating circumstances.
If I hadn't written 20,000 characters of smut on the spot, the human shredder Wrath would never have stopped, and she would have killed us all.
The madwoman Wrath's rage could only be controlled by the smut I wrote.
In other words, I didn't commit a sin, I saved people!
The lives of little Paulo and the innocent knight Galatea!
That's right!
I saved people's lives!
I deserve to be praised!
"And…."
And in the first place, no one in the world knows that I, 'Hyde,' wrote such smut. That's what the iron mask was for.
That's what the pen name 'Lust' was for!
I will never wear a mask again.
That should be the end of it.
"Lust is no more."
"Lord Luuuuust! You fools…! Send me to Lord Lust's side quickly! I, Galatea, am His only servant! His slave! Aaaaagh…!"
This is really driving me crazy.
The condition of the knight Galatea, imprisoned in the dungeon, was extremely poor. Where did the knight who smiled reassuringly at me at Emrys Monastery go?
She was a devout and pious woman, worthy of being my second wife.
"Dame Galatea, it's Hyde. Don't you remember me? You wrote me a pass."
"I'm not Dame Galatea! I'm a servant! I'm a blank page for Him! Lord Luuuuust! Write on my body again! I'm waiting for your return to this land!"
Can a person really be broken to this extent?
As expected, the heretics' brainwashing techniques were terrifying.
Those damn Crescent Moon Sisterhood bitches!
What did they do to break a person this badly?
With a heart full of pity, as if I was about to cry, I comforted Galatea.
"Dame Galatea, there is no one like Lust in this world. Believe me. There was no such man before, and there will be no such man in the future. He shouldn't even exist."
"What do you know! What do you! What do you know! Don't talk nonsense! You noisy chirping eunuch! You don't even have balls! I'll castrate you!"
Galatea banged her head against the prison wall.
How do I know that Lust won't exist in the future?
Because I'm the one involved!
However, I was extremely flustered by these events, and Galatea's madness seemed like it would break the prison at any moment, so I had to run away quickly.
Whoosh-.
I ran out of the prison.
And before my eyes, I saw countless people entering the Agarphe territory.
They were soldiers wearing black cloaks, as if attending a funeral.
No one was smiling, and everyone had a somber expression.
Clatter, clatter-.
A carriage, escorted by soldiers, glided into the territory.
A woman, attended by soldiers, stepped out of the carriage drawn by two horses.
She was a woman with beautiful blonde hair, wearing a navy blue dress.
Is she about the same age as Psyche?
"Is that Lady Milione?"
Even I was seeing Lady Milione for the first time.
And to be honest, I was truly surprised in a pure sense.
I once boasted to Psyche, "There will be no woman as beautiful as your shadow."
That was my true feeling.
Because I had never seen anyone as beautiful as Psyche in this medieval world.
But now I could understand why Lady Milione was grouped with Psyche and called one of the "Three Flowers."
If Psyche was a lily with innocent, noble, and pure beauty.
Lady Milione's beauty was like a rose, haughty, provocative, and with a hint of sharpness.
"Sh, she's really… beautiful, isn't she?"
"I've never seen a woman as beautiful as Lady Psyche in my life."
"…N, no! Our Lady is twice as beautiful!"
The people around me are surprised too.
It was surprising that there was another beauty as beautiful as Psyche.
Of course, my wife Psyche was more beautiful.
At least, that's what I thought!
"Lady Milione, thank you for visiting the Agarphe territory. Please understand that the welcoming ceremony is modest due to various circumstances."
Psyche welcomed Lady Milione.
She bowed deeply, as nobles do.
Two beautiful women in one place.
For some reason, my eyes were dazzled by the two of them who seemed to be emitting light, when Lady Milione spoke.
"Show me my brother Oscar's body first."
Oscar's body was carefully prepared by the Agarphe Count family.
Nevertheless, his tragic state could not be hidden.
"This is terrible. What kind of person would do such a thing? What kind of people would do this to the second son of the Archibald family?"
Lady Milione.
She was furious.
She looked extremely angry, clenching her fists and trembling.
A beautiful woman frowning and getting angry is quite powerful.
"Our Archibald family will not stand idly by. And the Agarphe Count family must cooperate unconditionally with us until we find the murderer of Oscar Archibald!"
It was a natural course of action.
The declining Count family, Agarphe, had no choice but to prostrate themselves before the Archibalds.
Indeed, Psyche reached out to Milione's back and spoke in a comforting tone.
"I'm sorry about your brother. Although Sir Oscar and I didn't have much of a connection, it is said that he did not lose his pride as a devout believer until his last moment."
Psyche's voice was very gentle.
She was sincerely comforting Milione, Oscar's younger sister, about his death.
Even though she knew that Oscar was a hunter who tried to swallow her family whole.
Psyche was that kind of woman.
A woman who would shed tears for anyone who died tragically, even if they were the worst villain. That's why I really liked Psyche.
However, Milione clicked her tongue.
"Hypocrite. I know that the Agarphe people are the ones who would be happiest about Oscar's death. Let's stop the charade now that we're in this situation."
"Huh? Hy, hypocrite? Charade?"
"Psyche, it's been a while, but I'm relieved that you're still pretending to be nice. Oscar deserved to die, so he died. So, who heard Oscar's last words?"
Lady Milione.
Her sudden change in attitude seemed to have flustered Psyche greatly.
I was quite flustered as well.
The daughter of the Archibalds, a woman called one of the Three Flowers.
I naturally assumed she would be a devout and pious woman.
That's why I jokingly suggested to Psyche that I might take her as my second wife.
But this temperament is completely arrogant, isn't it?
Where does such rudeness come from in a body that's barely 5 feet tall?
Jiggle, jiggle-.
Is it those F-cup breasts?
Are those rudeness pouches?
At that moment, Milione's red eyes met mine.
"You're the one, aren't you? The monk with the wooden plaque, Hyde. You said you heard our brother Oscar's last words, right? You must have been there until then?"
"I was. Oscar Archibald. Although he and I could be considered rivals in love who shared affection for the same woman, his death was by no means a disgrace to the Archibald family's prestige-."
"I don't care about such things. You, if you were there, you must have seen him, right? The author of this novel, Lust. Have you ever seen that man? You were at the Crescent Moon Sisterhood's hideout at that time too, weren't you?"
Saying that, Lady Milione pulled out a book from between her breasts.
It was a very worn-out book, as if it had been read and reread many times.
The title was:
「The Way of the Beast」.
What the fuck is this?
Why is this in book form?
As I was truly shocked, Lady Milione said.
"I think Oscar Archibald was killed by the author of this book. I'm sure he set up an elaborate trap using the Count family and the Crescent Moon Sisterhood."
Snap-.
Lady Milione snapped her fingers, and soldiers entered the reception room.
Instead of weapons, they were carrying boxes, and inside them were many books.
「The Way of the Beast」.
I felt dizzy.
Psyche seemed to be appalled by this situation as well.
"Lady Milione, what is the meaning of this? What are these books!"
"These are the books I collected on my way here from the Agarphe territory and the Durgien region. These books are already spreading rapidly throughout the Durgien region. They're books printed by someone unknown."
Fuck!
Who printed my book without my permission-, no, to be precise, it's not my book, but who would print and distribute such terrible smut without permission?
I felt like my stomach was turning inside out.
Soon, Lady Milione stood up, opened the book, and shouted.
"This book is a rebellion against the kingdom and the Church itself. I think this man is dangerous if we don't catch him now. So, how about Archibald and Agarphe offer a reward?"
"A reward?"
"Yes, 50 gold coins for now. We promise 50 gold coins to anyone who captures this "Lust of the Beasts," dead or alive. Our Archibald family will cover the cost of the reward."
50 gold coins.
That's enough money to hire several decent knights.
Enough money to start a mercenary group.
Such a large sum of money is being offered as a reward.
My ass is tingling.
"And Hyde, actually, one of the reasons I came to Agarphe was to meet you."
Milione approached me.
She, who was a head shorter than me, looked up at me from close range, and even though I was looking down at her, I felt intimidated.
"You, you were this kind of man?"
What kind of man?