The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

1 – The Hero Party Was Actually a Villainess Party.

In the world Franz lived in, there was something called a cliché.

It referred to themes and developments in novels or movies that were so predictable that anyone could foresee them.

For example, a character who says, “Let’s get married after this war ends,” is guaranteed to die.

Or a seemingly weak character with closed eyes actually hiding immense power.

If there was a Demon King causing chaos in the world, there would also be a hero to oppose him, which was another kind of cliché.

And the hero gathering a party to defeat the Demon King, and everything ending in a happy ending with laughter and joy, were all clichés of hero stories.

So, what about this world?

There was a Demon King and a hero, the hero gathered a party and set out on a journey to defeat the Demon King, and the hero party successfully defeated the Demon King.

Although peace had not yet come to the world, it would soon be achieved as many people were working tirelessly.

So, it was fair to say that this world was the very essence of a hero story cliché.

But the strange translucent display floating in front of Franz’s eyes completely denied that.

『Save the world from the villainesses who will lead it to ruin!

Hero Yuna (0.00%)

Saint Justia (0.00%)

Elf Archer Hera (0.00%)

If you fail, the world will be destroyed!』

It was the first time in 20 years since his possession that he had seen this.

Thinking of the days he cried out for the status window, tears blurred Franz’s vision.

Although it wasn’t exactly a status window, the fact that it was a translucent display was the same.

After calming down the sudden surge of emotions to some extent.

Franz looked at the guide window again with a cold gaze.

And then, another surge of emotions.

No matter how he thought about it, 20 years was a bit too much.

Hoo─.

After venting his emotions twice in ten years, Franz was able to regain his composure with a sigh.

He then began to analyze the guide window floating before his eyes.

“Hmm….”

Save the world from the villainesses who will bring about its destruction.

Judging by the context, it seemed that the three names below were the villainesses who would lead the world to ruin, but somehow, all the names were familiar.

Even the nicknames in front were the same, so they couldn’t be different people with the same names.

Franz was puzzled.

They had terrible…, no, very, very terrible personalities, but to call them villainesses who would destroy the world was a bit much.

Participating in the hero party and sacrificing for the world could be considered proof of that.

Or not…? Come to think of it, it seemed like the entire hero party was almost forced to participate.

Anyway, at least in Franz’s memory, the hero party, despite their trashy personalities, were not the type to destroy the world.

Next was the percentage next to the names, which he guessed was the story progress.

Defeating the villainesses? Or rehabilitating them?

He didn’t know which one it was.

But the real problem was in the last line.

If you fail, the world will be destroyed!-, it said.

In the end, it meant that if he failed, his life would be blown away along with this world.

Of course, something similar was written in the first line as well.

‘These are the villainesses who will destroy the world.’ and ‘If you fail, you die.’ gave completely different feelings.

Well, in the end, it was this.

He thought this world was a hero story, but in fact, that was just the prologue.

In movie terms, it was the point where the lion would be roaring-! right now.

The problem was that the main story was a death game with his life on the line.

Anyway, since things had already happened, he had to do something.

So, shall we start with this one?

Franz began to write the letter.

* * * * *

After thinking deeply all night, he concluded that the guidance window was very unkind.

In typical RPG games, even if they give you a quest, there are usually various conditions attached.

But here, they just throw the purpose of saving the world and a list of villains at you and tell you to figure it out yourself.

Where in the world does such a thing exist?

Thud-.

While Franz was thinking that, an enormous pile of documents landed on his desk.

From relief applications for rural villages to laboratory renovation permits for the Magic Tower.

It was only natural that a frown appeared on Franz’s forehead, given the amount of work that had to be finished by today.

It was clear that he would be working overtime again today.

“Even if you make that face, there’s nothing you can do about it. Who told you to become the Master of the Magic Tower?”

It was his personal secretary, Arian, who spat out the harsh criticism with an expressionless face.

Yes, the Master of the Magic Tower was a high position that allowed him to have a personal secretary!

But unlike what people in the 21st century might think, nothing like that happened.

Instead, the constant harsh criticism from Arian’s expressionless face often chipped away at his self-esteem at first.

Nevertheless, the reason Franz had no choice but to keep Arian by his side was because he was extremely competent.

Not just competent. Extremely, extremely competent.

He handled most tasks on his own and even took care of things the Master of the Magic Tower forgot. He was the perfect personal secretary.

Moreover, Arian had been with Franz since he first came to the Magic Tower.

He was good at his job and they were close, which made his harsh criticism more valid.

Of course, Franz had now become accustomed to it and was at a level where it didn’t bother him at all.

He just accepted it as part of his daily routine.

“Here, deliver this.”

Franz handed Arian a letter envelope as if exchanging it for the documents.

Arian tilted his head diagonally as he received it.

“Saint Justia of the Saint Serpia Cathedral…?”

“Yes, please deliver it.”

Franz wanted to grasp the situation first.

Even if the guidance window mentioned villains or whatever, he needed to know something to take action.

Thus, the first one chosen was the Saintess.

Among the hero’s party, she was the one whose personality was closest to that of a human, and in the end, she even bestowed a miracle upon them.

Though, it was like choosing the least harmful demon among demons.

Ah, was calling the Saintess a demon too harsh?

Anyway.

However, Arian didn’t seem to like Franz’s request.

“Master of the Tower, what have you always said since you were a member of the Tower? Don’t delegate your work. Brew your own tea. Five-day work week! Leave on time! No personal errands! Company dinners are an extension of work! And now you want me to deliver a letter? Using a secretary for personal errands is crossing the line, isn’t it?”

Arian spoke with a furrowed brow.

Surprisingly, everything he said was true, but Franz also had his grievances.

When Franz first set foot in the Tower, it was a place filled with more rigid hierarchy than the military.

Everyone was busy passing their work to subordinates, and despite having perfectly functional hands and feet, they would order others to brew tea.

On days when experiments failed, it was a given that everyone below and above would be summoned.

If it had been a small company like the Magic Association, he would have followed without a word, but this was the Tower, the largest of the large corporations.

Franz, who had hoped for the welfare of a 21st-century corporation, naturally stood up against it.

As a result, he earned the enmity of the Tower’s elders, but in the end, he rose to the position of Master of the Tower, so it could be said there was no problem.

Of course, he never imagined he would face the same from his secretary.

But there was a way.

“If I deliver it myself, it will take quite a while, and you know you won’t be able to leave on time, right?”

A secretary always leaves later than the one they serve.

So if the Master of the Tower’s departure is delayed, the secretary’s departure is naturally delayed as well.

This would be a critical issue for Arian, who desired to leave on time.

“Sigh, threatening with leaving time. I miss the righteous Franz from our early days. Well, then I’ll consider it a work-related letter and deliver it.”

Though a few unnecessary words were mixed in, Arian eventually cleared his throat and turned to leave the Master’s office.

If he had complaints, he should have become the Master of the Tower himself.

Once again, Franz won the day…

But seeing the thick stack of documents before him, he couldn’t help but sigh.

It was certain that today, too, he would have to work late.

* * * * *

The Saint Serpia Cathedral, known as the headquarters of the religious.

Among the grand and splendid building, the most famous person was, of course, the Saintess Justia.

Having joined the hero’s party and overcome all sorts of hardships and adversities, she was the only one who could hear the voice of God and perform miracles.

But in truth, she did not desire such things.

To the little girl who only occasionally offered prayers, everything felt overwhelming.

She had never sought the title of saint in the first place.

God had chosen and bestowed power upon her arbitrarily.

Even so, too many people sought her teachings for her to abandon everything.

They wished to hear the voice of God.

Every day felt like hell.

No matter where she went, eyes followed her, and there was no freedom. She had no will of her own in the clothes she wore, the water she drank, or the food she ate.

In the continuous exhaustion of her life, Saint Justia thought,

“If I had known the world would be like this, I wouldn’t have saved it.”

In the midst of this, an attendant handed her a letter.

The sender was Franz Gilbert.

The wizard of the hero’s party and the current master of the magic tower.

Upon confirming the sender, the saint shuddered slightly.

She carefully tore open the envelope and took out the letter inside.