Reincarnated as an Instructor in an Adult Game

Chapter 33: They Exist

The next day, I went straight from Croana’s house to the academy for work.

When I met Erika at the training grounds, she gave me a cold stare and a heavy sigh. Felica, on the other hand, shyly kissed me when I was leaving the academy.

Erika said she had something to discuss with Marika-san, so she headed off to Flower Mist with the three adventurer girls. That meant I was walking alone down the main street bathed in the evening sunset.

Then I noticed a sister squatting at the side of the road.

I knew she was a sister because she was wearing the familiar dark blue habit. Thinking she might be feeling unwell or injured, I approached and called out to her.

"Are you okay?"

Startled by my voice, the sister’s body trembled as she lifted her face. She had a slender, refined face with a pure atmosphere, but there were traces of tears and her eyes were completely lifeless.

Her hair was hidden by her sister’s veil, but I could tell it was an unusual silver color. With those empty eyes, she spoke expressionlessly.

"God... doesn’t exist, does He..."

「...He does."

I answered immediately to the words she murmured in a voice like ringing bells.

Whether He exists or not — I believe He does.

The reason? Simple... it’s me.

I was given a new life in a different world despite having died at 50. Saying God doesn’t exist would be far too blasphemous.

Perhaps surprised by my answer, a faint light returned to the sister’s eyes. I knelt down to match her eye level as much as possible and spoke reassuringly.

"I believe so. For now, can you tell me what happened? A city where sisters are crying shouldn’t exist, right?"

「...And you are?"

"I’m Raide, a combat instructor at the academy. I’m also the owner of [Suzuya]."

"I am Meyra... Sister Meyra."

"Meyra-san, let’s change locations first. Is [Suzuya] nearby okay?"

She took my outstretched hand with her slender, beautiful one, and I helped her stand. She was probably about the same height as Felica, standing straight with a dignified posture.

When I suggested moving, Meyra-san sadly shook her head.

"The children... are waiting with empty stomachs."

「...What do you mean?"

Meyra-san told me bit by bit.

For some reason, subsidies to the church had been cut off half a year ago, and they didn’t have enough food for the orphan children. They had already asked every restaurant they could, and today’s supplies weren’t enough to feed everyone. In that situation, she had begun to doubt God’s existence.

...They had never come to [Suzuya]?

"You’ve never been to [Suzuya]?"

「...Where is that?"

「...Hmm?"

Meyra-san tilted her head with a troubled expression. I found myself tilting my head as well.

That’s strange. It should be fairly well-known among adventurers...

I started guiding her to [Suzuya] and explained its location along the way. After hearing that, Meyra-san said she had thought it was just an inn and had been too scared to ask any adventurers.

...Well, adventurers do generally look intimidating.

It was around 7 PM. Without streetlights, it was too dark to walk. On a bright moonlit night you might be able to walk without them, but no one does that. Even in the well-policed royal capital, crime still exists.

(As a side note, there are patrols, but there are still cunning and vicious bad actors.)

"A noble who cuts off subsidies is basically insane!"

「...Calm down, Erika."

"How can I calm down!?"

Walking along the night road with me were Meyra-san, Erika, and the three adventurer girls acting as her escorts.

After securing food at [Suzuya] with Meyra-san and heading toward the church, we ran into Erika in front of her house. Upon hearing the situation, Erika became furious. It wasn’t loud shouting — she expressed deep regret and anger through her aura and expression. The three adventurer girls had to work hard to calm her down.

Meyra-san, whose eyes had regained some light, was flustered by Erika’s state.

I strongly agree with Erika’s statement that any noble who cuts church subsidies is insane. In a provincial city it might go unnoticed, but doing it in the royal capital is madness. There’s no way it wouldn’t be noticed. This is the capital where that Prime Minister and the King reside. It can only be described as insane.

Following Meyra-san’s guidance, we walked down Sixth Street toward the city walls. Just as we were about to reach them, Meyra-san spoke.

"That is our church over there."

"...It’s quite impressive."

"...To bring down a church of this scale, they really are out of their minds."

"There, there, Erika-chan. Let’s calm down~ Take deep breaths~?"

While Minty soothed the fuming Erika, I smiled wryly and turned my gaze back to the church. Lights were placed on the outer walls at a level that was visible even at night without being blinding. Including the roof, it was probably the size of a four-story building. The grounds were as large as the academy’s training field.

Guided by Meyra-san, we entered the church. When the large double doors opened, the interior was filled with white light. It wasn’t blinding, but it was distinctly white. In the sanctuary where ceremonies and weddings were likely held, a sculpture representing God stood at the very center in the back.

"Who’s there!?"

I turned toward the voice and saw a boy who was a head shorter than Croana watching us warily from beside the door. He had a somewhat thin build, probably due to insufficient nutrition. Behind the boy, who was braced as if ready to attack at any moment, stood five girls who were slightly taller than him.

"I’ll protect my sisters and the Sister!"

"...Yeah, you protect them."

I knelt on the spot to match his eye level and spoke. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

My words clearly flustered him a little, but the boy didn’t drop his guard. From an instructor’s perspective, that was excellent. Not letting his guard down even when spoken to kindly meant he could respond immediately if something happened.

And what I said wasn’t sarcasm or anything. Even if he’s a boy, he’s a man. When a man is risking his life, who could say they’ll protect them in his place? With a serious expression, I made my proposal.

"I’m Raide, a combat instructor at Philim Academy."

"...I’m Dill."

"Dill, I wasn’t joking when I said you should protect them. But unfortunately, you haven’t had combat training, right?"

"...No."

"Then I’ll teach you. And today, I came to ask you all for a job."

I could sense Erika’s surprise at my words. This was something I had thought about on the way to the church. Erika might have expected me to offer work, but the combat training for Dill was separate.

No matter what, Dill needed to become strong. He needed to become strong enough to protect his sisters.

Why?

I was surprised when I saw him — the boy with short purple hair named Dill. And his five older sisters.

In the game, they became famous as the founders of the Demonkin Association. Among them, the assassin Dill was the one who protected his five priestess sisters — one of the ten strongest enemies in the game. In the end, they were destroyed by Roy and the player.

In other words, meeting Meyra-san today was a turning point.

The reason I think so is because the Demonkin Association was founded to resurrect someone. The name wasn’t given in the game, but that someone was probably Meyra-san. There was no enemy named Meyra in the game.

If she hadn’t met me, Meyra-san might have died.

...So they were trying to bring her back.

What strong children.

"I’ll teach you how to fight. So you protect them, Dill."