This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

"Master Asahi, the latest parcel is here for you."

"Ah!"

Ikuro Asahi jumped up from his seat and rushed down the stairs at the call of his aide. One of the final and most important packages for him was already here.

He opened the small door and walked into the room of volcanic ash and stones to his aide. At the center of the room was a large bundle wrapped with cloth stacked to his height.

"Open it."

His aide bowed and grasped the top of the cloth, with a pull, the cloth draped to the ground and the stack made itself clear.

Books, dozens and dozens of books. Pages a deep yellow to a pale white all made a gradient as books old and new came stacked up high. Half of these were written in languages lost even to the East.

With a sigh, Asahi pulled out another of his spatial magic pouches and started sorting through the books. The ones he needed to hand to his Lord should be in there.

And soon.

Both of them could revive a hidden magic. Heck, they could even publish multiple theses and rake in funds. His lord was definitely one of a kind, a person to serve.

He even saved him from hell, after all.

Being kicked every day. Being taken lightly, someone from the dumps. Not even people from the East recognized him as their own.

Kids were like that, look different, act different, and you'll become an outcast.

And the weakest amongst those outcasts became the outlet of frustration of the worst.

There was someone else, another student that saw him not as an outcast, but as a person.

But before he could even exchange proper words with her, she was gone from the world.

So, not this time.

This time, he was going to appreciate his savior well.

"The last book…"

"Ah, yes."

Asahi's aide moved to the back of the room and pulled out a last book. For some reason, his lord wanted such a book all the time, he said it was to study a woman's mind, but he didn't think that person would need something like that with a face like his.

Still.

"The premium, the final volume of Forbidden Romance."

It was a BL Book.

Even if the cover and the title were completely against the impression, it was still a BL book. Not many knew, but anyone who read even one page would know it's BL.

"My Lord Eugene! I'll accept you however you are!"

Yes!

There was not even a need to question it, it was perfectly normal!

Clenching his fists, Ikuro Asahi picked up his pouch and set off.

***

After the morning classes passed, Asahi was finally reunited with his lord in the vast display of artifacts for the artifact research elective.

"Alright students, today, you have to write a report on the structure of the artifacts."

This was the chance they had been waiting for. The monthly class where they reviewed and reported on any of the plethoras of artifacts with the academy.

Ancient artifacts.

"My Lord Eugene."

"You're here."

"Yes! We finally have a chance to copy the inscriptions. Here, I found a few ancient artifacts there."

At Asahi's call, his master followed him and the two of them stopped at a vase hidden behind a glass pane, like all the other artifacts. In the vast white room, lined up like this were many such artifacts.

Since they just had to study on the structure and how it mattered for an artifact, they didn't need to touch anything.

And for their agenda as well, touching was barely a necessity.

Many inscriptions spread over the surface of the vase, languages that didn't exist anymore.

It was a curious artifact. Even the card below didn't know what it did.

Such times when two people could just speculate, Asahi liked them a lot. Other kids would either call it too nerdy or get weirded out, but his lord was different.

He appreciated dialogue like this too.

Asahi turned to his side and looked at his lord. With deep bags under his eyes, he stared intently at the vase.

"What do you think it does… My Lord Eugene?" Asahi asked.

Without batting an eye, his lord answered.

"It increases the connection between two spaces. Kind of like a teleportation "

As if he already knew exactly what it did, his lord spoke up with perfect conviction.

"Did you already figure out the language?"

"Something like that. It has a special type of energy, write it down perfectly."

"Got it!"

As Asahi thought, this person truly was a genius.

Special energy, Asahi thought it would be a hint to figuring out the ancient magic.

But he was completely unaware, that the special energy was demonic energy.

A vase that could increase the connection between here and hell, located by Dantalian in the last month. After manipulating the magic, they would be able to change the summoning, from having just enough to summon a general to bringing the demon lord himself out to the world.

Things were slowly falling into place.

All his pawns, ready to work themselves to the death, all for him.

Thinking they were on the side of justice, not knowing that they served the devil himself.

As it should be.

As a villain should move.

***

"I already figured you had some special connections seeing the fairy and the other students." Leaning back on his chair with a teacup in his hands, a smart and dashing man who looked in his twenties but was well five times that age spoke to a child.

"Principal Lushan, I heard that something like this could happen if there's a stronger fairy… or a god…"

Lushan tapped the glass down at Luka's words.

"You know more than you let on."

"Principal…"

"You're a kid. Whatever the case may be, I don't think you need to know it," Lushan shrugged and leaned back. "I accepted this meeting to ask you to stop snooping in. Whatever the case, I won't be telling kids about our matters. Why would I? Think about it yourself. Finish your tea, and leave."

Luka sighed.

It seemed he couldn't get his way without playing some special cards.

And so, the eroge protagonist brought out the deadliest card he had in his arsenal. One that the principal would have no choice but bow to.

"I know you use magic to make clones of your assistant—"

Lushan's eyes widened.

"And make her wear bunny suits—"

"STOP."

"And that you keep making the suit skimpier with each passing day"

Lushan slammed the table and leaned ahead.

"Fine," he said, his brows twitching. "I'll tell you, ok? I'll tell you everything."

A smile appeared on Luka's face as he crossed his legs.

He was the big man now.

"Please tell me everything the fairy said, about Noa Roselle's death. Please tell me the truth of that day."