Chapter 110: The Exchange battle : Pick a side Ren!

From my perspective, being immersed in the game, all of you seem like real NPCs to me.

’I’ll ponder over that when I have more time.’

For now, as Sarika mentioned, it’s difficult to see NPCs as people who only respond to certain situations.

"If we stay like this, we’ll be in danger starting with the thieves."

"What?!"

"If this scenario unfolds as I know it, we’re currently heading to the execution grounds alongside the rebel leader."

"A rebel leader? Who on earth?"

"Isolde."

But am I the protagonist here as well?

While the original isn’t an erotic game, it wouldn’t be surprising if it were labeled as one with suspicious undertones, given that the surrounding characters are buxom and attractive female students!

At that moment, Sarika stealthily approached and sat beside me, unbeknownst to the soldier driving the wagon.

"Sarika?"

"Senior. There’s a small knife concealed at my waist."

"You want me to free you with that?"

"Yes. The NPC won’t be able to react anyway."

I began feeling along Sarika’s lower back with my hand.

"Lower. More..."

Fumbling.

"That’s my buttocks... yes."

"...Sorry."

The carriage was subtly rocking.

"It’s okay. It’s an emergency after all."

"Ugh!"

Isolde had been murmuring something earlier.

"Wait a moment. I’ll release her, and then I’ll free you too."

*Swish!*

I pulled out the dagger with enough force to leave a red mark on my wrist.

"Please cut my bonds with it."

"Alright... Ah...!"

*Thud!*

The carriage suddenly jolted, and I dropped the dagger.

The fallen dagger rolled out of the wagon and continued rolling away on the ground.

"..."

"You can curse at me, Sarika."

The dungeon had been a complete troll from the start.

"I have another knife on my thigh as well."

"Thigh...?"

Sarika turned forward and revealed the inside of her thighs.

Embarrassed, she turned her head to the side.

"This time, please... make sure to succeed."

"Trust me."

The longer her pants were exposed, the redder Sarika’s cheeks became.

I pulled another dagger from the sheath on my thigh.

"I think it’s better to remove the rope first, senior."

"Alright."

Worried that I might drop it again, Sarika asked me to untie my own rope first.

Meanwhile, a village with fortifications built of stone walls was drawing near.

Damn it.

"I don’t quite understand the situation. Why is Isolde the leader of the rebels? Why are we heading to the execution grounds?"

I said this as I cut the rope.

"It’s natural not to understand. They put us in a situation that’s incomprehensible in the first place. It seems each of us has a role to play in the midst of this."

"Am I a thief?"

"Yes, a thief."

"I’ve gained the skill to pick locks."

"That’s because you’re a thief."

Sarika grumbled, "I can’t believe I’m a thief."

A charming junior.

"What about you, senior?"

"Me? I haven’t decided yet."

[A new quest has been created.]

[Rebel Army or Imperial Army]

[Choose your allegiance.]

Look at this. I have to make a choice.

If I choose the Imperial Army, I’ll probably act separately from you, and if I decide to join you, we’ll flee together."

"Are you saying that you might not be on our side?"

"That seems to be the case, doesn’t it?"

Now that I think about it...

What on earth am I supposed to do to conquer this dungeon?

Isn’t capturing and delivering the rebel leader the fastest way?

"Look over there! It’s General Deherit."

At that moment I heard someone shouting.

The man standing defiantly at the entrance of the village was my classmate from Class F, who particularly despised me.

It was Deherit Ade.

An Imperial soldier driving a carriage shouts.

"General Deherit, the executioner has arrived!"

"The executioner... the executioner..."

Our eyes met as I sat in the carriage, Deherit’s and mine.

Deherit smirked as if he had realized everything.

Damn!

I’ll never side with the Empire!

"Proceed. Seal off the entire village. We don’t know when the criminals might flee."

"Yes, sir!"

Ah, the ropes are loose!

As soon as my hands are free, I lock eyes with Sarika, who is still bound.

Sarika startles and shrinks her shoulders.

"...Senior?"

My junior gazes at me with apprehension.

"I trusted you because you’re Yuna’s brother, and I handed you the knife."

"...Did you think you knew which side I’d choose?"

"Please, don’t do this."

I swiftly approached my junior.

Wicked!

I untie the rope around Sarika’s wrists.

[Cooperation with Sarika. Contribution Pt + 3]

"Shh."

"..."

Sarika nods her head.

"Let’s pretend to be tied up for now."

"Alright."

"I’ve just decided to be on your side. You can trust me."

"...So you’re saying that you weren’t before that."

"I’ve confirmed that the despicable one is on the enemy’s side. You can trust me now."

I agree to pretend to still be tied up with Sarika.

and cautiously approach Isolde.

As soon as I untie her cloth, Isolde whimpers.

"Ren, earlier I thought that was meant for YouTube... Why didn’t you free me first?"

"What are you talking about?"

Sarika is groping her body and looking for an escape route.

She’s not in her right mind either. You can’t even use a smartphone inside a dungeon.

*Ring...♬*

...What? It actually works.

"How do I use my smartphone?"

As soon as he releases her hands, Isolde prepares for a live stream.

"This? I embedded a magic spell into my phone."

...

Among Yuna’s friends, this one seems particularly peculiar.

"We’ll be at the execution grounds soon. Get ready to descend."

Isolde makes a V with a selfie pose.

"Ah, ah. Everyone, can you hear me?"

The tone of her voice is completely different.

That baby voice without changing her gaze at all!

"Your idol, Sol! Today’s content~~."

"Hey, we’re approaching the execution grounds."

Sol persistently recites all the broadcast commentary.

"I got to participate in an exchange match with my D-ranked friend. It’s utterly hopeless."

"..."

Sarika glanced at me for no reason.

"There shouldn’t be any malice towards Sol."

"...Yes."

"Even if I’m only a D-class... I believe I can still be of some assistance, better than nothing at all."

The kind consolation only served to pierce my heart more deeply.

Meanwhile, on the execution grounds, where an executioner stood with a wickedly large axe spear, carriages were parked in an orderly manner.

"Disembark in order!"

"Disembark in an orderly fashion!"

...Awaiting us at the execution site were the twin sisters we had encountered before entering the dungeon.

I wasn’t disregarding Yuna’s friends, but could we possibly fight and win in our current state? The difference in value was so immense that I already felt overwhelmed.

’Hasn’t the balance been utterly shattered? This...’

It would have been nice to have some time to calmly organize my thoughts, but everyone had already disembarked from the wagon.

"But why are we being executed alongside the rebels?" Sarika inquired, still feigning as if she were bound.

"So, according to the actual scenario, the thief would run away from here, get struck by an arrow, and perish."

"..."

Of course. Just because the situation bears similarities doesn’t mean it will unfold the same way as the game I’m familiar with. For starters, the characters are different.

We are academy students from Veyron Academy, here to clear this dungeon. That means we must remain faithful to our respective roles.

It’s likely that those twin sisters haven’t been diving for long either.

Wouldn’t the information on the current situation be insufficient?

Which one is the older sister, and which is the younger one? They are blonde, yellow-eyed twins who look exactly alike, making it difficult to distinguish between them.

"Ah, it’s the handsome Ren Asahi."

"I’m the Fleshlight Man of Class F."

The lovely blonde twin sisters, Avid and Sanbika, recognized me.

"You’re not going to execute us, right? We’re from the same academy, so you shouldn’t."

"Right. I’m not serious about it."

"But we will take the rebel leader with us."

"If you resist, you’ll be scolded, Fleshlight Man."

If it’s the rebel leader, then it’s Isolde.

As I glanced over to see what Isolde was doing, she was filming me from behind.

"Hey..."

"Yuna’s brother, please save me. If you do, I’ll suck you off in return."

"Is it alright for everyone’s idol to say something like that?!"

Once the broadcast commentary had ended, Isolde turned off her phone screen and let out a deep sigh.

"Pink Sol is an NTR fairy, so it’s alright."

What kind of concept is that?

Suddenly, messages began to pop up around the phone for all of us to see.

– Argh! No! Protect our Sol!

"Ah~ thank you for the 150 coins, real man. With just this much, wouldn’t it be better to engage in some playful affection with me, Alpha Male senior Ren~?"

"..."

Saying that to the person who donated 150 coins... Sol suddenly grasps a cute pink magic wand in her hand.

"What is that?"

"When you receive a donation, a weapon appears."

It was a more bewildering talent than mine.

"You didn’t seriously believe I’d actually perform that lewd act, did you?"

"...Ah, no!"

This one.

She confuses people by alternating between a cute tone for broadcasting and her usual, bland tone. Just like a sly and charming streamer!

"But fighting in this situation is too disadvantageous for us."

The twin sisters nod in agreement.

"True~."

"Moreover, it says Ren Asahi, the Fleshlight Man, is unaffiliated."

"I am..."

"If you catch that pink-clad junior over there, we’ll accept you on our side, Fleshlight Man."

"Wouldn’t you prefer siding with the pretty twin sisters?"

The twin sisters’ side...

It’s slightly enticing.