This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

Chapter 8

The priests of the White Order strode purposefully onto the stage.

On their hands were the Gloves of Damnation, symbolizing their role as demon hunters of the White Order.

As they surrounded Erfa, their divine power flared, creating an oppressive aura.

“Please remove the mask on your left side,” one of the priests requested. Though polite, his voice carried a chilling finality.

“I… I… I’m not…” Erfa stammered through her tears.
“I’m not an abomination.”

“That is for us to determine after seeing your left side. Please do not resist. Any resistance will result in the entire White Order deeming you an enemy.”

“Please! Don’t do this! Tower Master!” Erfa screamed in desperation, but Yorgren’s expression showed his helplessness.

“Everyone! Please…!”

Her cries grew more pitiful as she looked around, pleading with the mages and witches gathered. But among them, only a handful showed any sign of pity.

Most wore expressions of mockery.

It was then that Erfa realized the bitter truth: Tudel was not the only one in the Magic Tower who envied and resented her.

“Do not resist,” the priests warned again, stepping closer.

Their hands reached toward her face.

As the priest’s hand touched her mask—

“No!!”

Erfa screamed, unleashing telekinetic force that pushed the priests back.

The intense magic caused them to stagger and retreat momentarily.

“I am not an abomination! I will not remove my mask! I will not yield to this unjust accusation!” she shouted defiantly.

But her defiance did not change the course of her fate.

“Restrain her!”

The Gloves of Damnation glowed with divine power, and a binding spell coiled around Erfa’s body.

She struggled against it, drawing her wand to resist the miracle that sought to ensnare her.

But her wand was wrenched from her grasp and flung aside.

It was Yorgren who disarmed her, his wand still raised from the spell.

“Tower Master…” Erfa’s voice trembled with disbelief.

“With the situation as it is, I have no other choice,” Yorgren replied, his tone heavy with regret.
“If you truly aren’t an abomination, there is no reason to resist. Just let them remove the mask.”

“No! No! Don’t take it off!” Erfa screamed in despair.
“I’m not an abomination! You’re misunderstanding me!”

“We’ll decide that once the mask is removed,” the priest declared.

The leader of the priests approached, placing his hand on the silver mask.

As white light emanated from the Gloves of Damnation, the adhesion spell she had meticulously crafted was forcibly dispelled.

“No! No!” Erfa’s screams grew more frantic, but it changed nothing.

The mask was removed.

And there, for all to see—

The face she had hidden for so long was revealed before everyone gathered at the academic conference.

“W-what is that?!”

“Ugh!!”

“My God!”

Cries of shock and disgust filled the hall.

The air grew heavy with horrified silence.

And then—

Laughter erupted, mixed with sneers and mocking comments.

“Look at her! Everyone, look! I told you she was hiding a grotesque secret!” Tudel cried triumphantly, casting an illusion spell to magnify the view of Erfa’s exposed face for even those in the farthest rows.

The left side of her face was covered in eyes—more than ten, pulsating and blinking irregularly, resembling a spider’s. The sight evoked visceral disgust.

Some people couldn’t hold back and vomited; others fled the hall in panic.

Tudel burst into laughter, her expression radiating pure joy.

This was her moment of victory. Her gamble had paid off spectacularly.

“What do you think, priests of the White Order? Does this look like a rare disease to you? Or does it match the records of an abomination?” Tudel asked mockingly.

The priests did not respond with words. Instead, they focused on strengthening the suppression spell binding Erfa.

“She is undoubtedly an abomination. This is no mere illness. It matches the descriptions in the records perfectly—a walking massacre, a bringer of calamity,” one priest confirmed.

Yorgren closed his eyes tightly, his face twisted in anguish.

“What will happen to Erfa now?” he asked.

“She will be escorted to the headquarters of the White Order for disposal. We must eliminate her swiftly before she brings about the foretold calamity,” the priest replied.

“Very well,” Yorgren said quietly.
“This matter was already decided by the vote. The Magic Tower will support the White Order’s judgment.”

With that, Yorgren turned his back and walked away.

Watching him leave, Erfa collapsed to the ground, her spirit utterly shattered.

“Please! Tower Master! I’m not an abomination! I’m not a bringer of calamity! I can fix this! I just need more time to complete my research!” Erfa wailed.

“Please! Everyone! Give me one more chance! I can fix it! I’m not what you think I am! You know me! I’m just… I’m just…”

“Are you sure you’re just a normal person?” Tudel interjected with a sneer, stepping onto the stage.

“Should we even call someone with a hideous face like that a person? And four arms to boot. I called you a spider before, but I didn’t realize how accurate that comparison was.”

Erfa’s multitude of eyes blinked in despair, her right eye brimming with hopeless tears.

Tudel looked down at her with an expression of unbridled satisfaction.
“You’re grotesque, Erfa. So revolting it’s sickening. Who could ever think of you as human?”

“Enough. There’s no benefit in provoking the bringer of calamity,” one of the priests said, prompting Tudel to shrug and step back.

Erfa, now devoid of hope, slumped completely as the priests used a miracle spell to lift her and began to escort her away.

Some people chuckled cruelly. Others looked on with pity. And a few appeared genuinely pleased.

Erfa’s face was hollow, as though her very soul had been destroyed, as she was dragged out by the priests.

Chaos descended upon the conference hall.

It was Yorgren who eventually restored order.

“The regular academic conference will be postponed due to the Mars branch’s internal affairs. It will resume tomorrow. I apologize for the delay caused by this sudden incident,” he announced in a somber voice, formally declaring the postponement of the 213th academic conference.

****

The chaos of the academic conference spilled out onto the streets as mages and witches left the postponed event.

"That bitch always brought bad luck."

"Who would've thought she was hiding such a hideous face?"

"Isn’t she literally a spider?"

The muttering in the crowd was accompanied by mocking laughter.

Overwhelming talent inevitably attracts envy and jealousy. When the masses indulge in collective malice, they forget their guilt, and their conscience fades into the background. Among mages and witches, eccentrics and misfits were common. Many of them, especially the young and reckless, rarely thought of the consequences of their actions.

Despite the White Order priests' explicit warnings not to provoke the bringer of calamity—

"Should we spread rumors?"

"Don’t you wonder how people will react when they see that spider-faced bitch?"

Some witches and mages, driven by jealousy and a twisted sense of amusement, started planning something they should never have.

Why? Partly out of spite, but mainly because they didn’t realize how powerful Erfa was.

Erfa rarely appeared outside major events like academic conferences. She was an extreme recluse. Even Yorgren, who had brought her into the Magic Tower, didn’t fully grasp the extent of her magical power.

These young mages and witches, oblivious to the consequences, were just fools eager to see someone they disliked get humiliated.

"What if we set off fireworks while she’s being escorted? That’ll draw everyone’s attention."

"Let’s do it! Let’s see how people react!"

And so, a group of young witches and mages discreetly followed the White Order priests escorting Erfa.

“Focus. We cannot allow the bringer of calamity to disrupt the miracle binding her,” the lead priest instructed.

The four priests were entirely focused on maintaining the suppression miracle binding Erfa. They didn’t notice the young witches and mages following them, hidden under enchantments.

The priests had completely wrapped Erfa in cloth to prevent her grotesque appearance from being seen. As they discreetly exited through the back door of the Magic Tower and stepped into a side street—

"Now!"

Fireworks shot up into the sky with a deafening crack.

“Remove the cloth!”

The cloth concealing Erfa’s hideous left face was torn away by magic.

All eyes, drawn by the fireworks, turned to Erfa just as her left side was exposed to the world.

“Oh my god!”

“What the fuck is that?!”

“Ugh!”

The crowd erupted with screams of horror and disgust. The priests scrambled to cover her again, but the cloth had already been blown far out of reach by a spell.

“Goddammit!”

They had warned not to provoke the bringer of calamity.

“Step back! Step back, I said! Disperse! This is no joke! Move away!” the priests shouted, but the crowd, fascinated by the grotesque spectacle, refused to leave.

“What kind of freak has a face like that?”

“It’s a spider! A fucking spider!”

“I’m gonna puke! Last night’s dinner is coming up!”

“Disgusting!”

Someone threw a clump of filth.

Splatter!

It struck Erfa square in the face, smearing her grotesque features.

The priests shouted even louder, desperately trying to control the situation.

“It’s dangerous! Step back! Step back!”

Using a miracle to drive away the crowd would have been ideal, but the priests were too preoccupied maintaining the suppression miracle binding Erfa.

“Request reinforcements! Call for paladins and additional priests from the nearest White Order branch! Hurry!”

Meanwhile, Erfa stood there, motionless, as she was pelted with mud, filth, and waste. Her spirit and soul shattered completely.

***

“Saint!”

While I was healing the poor, I saw a paladin running toward me, panting heavily. He was one of the ones I’d sent to search for the witch I mentioned.

Oh, judging by his urgency, they found her! Was she a black magic user?

“Did you—”

“The witch you described is being pelted with filth and cursed at in the streets!” he interrupted.

“…What?”

I must’ve misheard him.

Please, tell me I misheard.

The witch, practically a ticking time bomb, is where?

“She has four arms and a grotesque face with multiple eyes on one side. She’s currently being escorted by the White Order priests. I just saw citizens throwing filth at her while mocking her!”

“Where? Where did you see her?”

“Over there! By the alley on Third Street—Saint! It’s dangerous to go alone!”

Before he could finish speaking, I was already running.

Fuck.

Fuck!

This is a disaster!

The witch was in the capital? She got caught because she’s a black magic user?

Please hold on! I’m coming! I’ll heal you! Just don’t go berserk before I get there!