Chapter 13: Only Dead Monsters Are Good Monsters

As for the storyline of Inamori Village, it is quite simple: it revolves around rescuing the village chief Kichijo’s granddaughter, Yae.

According to the game’s side quests, the plot unfolds as follows:

Though Yae is the beloved granddaughter of the village chief, she has always been ostracized by the other children in the village. Through investigation, the protagonist discovers that Inamori Village is a poor settlement, with only one wealthy family—the village chief Kichijo’s. This disparity has long bred resentment among the villagers toward Kichijo’s family.

This discontent extends to the children’s treatment of Yae. While it never escalates to outright bullying, no children are willing to play with her. For a little girl who has lost both parents, her only companions are her wet nurse and the family servant, Kōzaburō.

One day, bored and lonely, Yae unexpectedly encounters mountain sprites outside the village. These creatures, known for luring children away and abducting people into the deep mountains, tempt her. Dissatisfied with her life in the village, Yae decides to run away.

One possible ending in the game is this:

First, after seven days of fruitless searching, even upon reaching the sprites’ lair, only a tattered, pale corpse of Yae is found in a warehouse, her eyes devoid of light.

Second, within seven days, Yae is fortunately rescued. The protagonist kills the infant sprites in the warehouse, triggering a dispute with Yae, who is ignored by the main character. After the party leaves, Yae runs away again, and this time, no one knows where she goes.

Third, if the infant sprites are left alive, months later when the party revisits Inamori Village, they learn from villagers that Kichijo’s family was brutally killed in retaliation by the sprites. A graphic image depicts Yae’s tragic death at the hands of the monsters.

Yae’s death storyline delivers a heavy blow to players new to the game, revealing that this is no ordinary adult game but a deeply unsettling and tragic experience. The narrative, through gathered clues, vividly portrays Yae’s daily life, painting a picture of a sweet yet pitiable little girl who longs desperately for playmates her own age. She tries to befriend the village children in almost pleading ways but is repeatedly rebuffed.

The villagers’ attitude toward Kichijo’s family is complicated—a mixture of jealousy, envy, and fear of their power and wealth. No one dares offend them, but even if Yae wishes to play with other village children, parents politely but coldly refuse.

“The village chief’s granddaughter is beyond our reach…”

“These brats are always rolling in the mud; you mustn’t play with them or you’ll dirty your clothes.”

The parents’ outward flattery masks their cold exclusion, forbidding their children from interacting with Yae. Over time, Yae becomes isolated, left alone at home to play listlessly with a handball.

Then one day, she leaves the village by chance and meets a group of mountain sprites. With no suspicion, she immediately accepts them as her best friends.

Thus, tragedy unfolds.

“However, there are many doubts within this storyline,” mused Hyakukei as he recalled the events, delivering a swift kick to a rotting wooden plank used as a door.

With a crack, the door gave way, and sharp screams came from inside.

Squinting, Hyakukei slipped in.

He saw clearly a spacious warehouse where a little girl, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, cradled several small mountain sprites in her arms.

“It’s her.”

Just like in the illustrations, she wore a bright crimson garment embroidered with hydrangea patterns. Such attire was beyond the reach of ordinary village children and could only be worn by wealthy merchant families in the capital.

“Y-You… who are you?” The girl’s eyes caught only a vague human silhouette quietly approaching from the darkness inside the warehouse.

“I am the one who came to save you.”

Hyakukei produced a light charm, pale green fireflies fluttering and bathing the room in clearer light.

“I was sent by your grandfather, Miss Yae.”

To ease the girl’s fears, he removed his mask.

“Come with me. Your grandfather is very worried about you.”

Hyakukei was somewhat confident in his appearance—or rather, in this body’s looks. He was reasonably handsome, and his smile should carry some charm toward women. However, as a low-ranking ninja, he usually wore a mask during missions and rarely interacted with women.

“Are you an exorcist?” The girl bit her lip, staring at the ninja sword grasped in his right hand.

Hyakukei smiled and flicked blood from the blade.

“Don’t worry. The mountain sprites have already been dealt with.”

He sheathed the sword and extended a hand.

“Come with me.”

“No!” The girl shook her head, eyes flashing hostility.

“You… you must have killed them all! They were my good friends!”

“Good friends,” Hyakukei thought—what an innocent choice of words.

Frowning, he felt a grim expression upon hearing her words.

“That’s not important, Miss Yae. Your grandfather Kichijo is very worried about you.”

Still, Yae was unmoved, her brows furrowing, hostility radiating stronger.

“If I leave with you, what will happen to these children?”

She hugged the small mountain sprites tightly; they resembled cute little monkeys, trembling in her arms.

“I won’t harm these monsters,” Hyakukei smiled. “They’re too weak to warrant my direct intervention. I can spare them.”

“Re-really?”

Relief spread across Yae’s face. Relaxing her grip, she let the sprites go.

Hyakukei smiled and seized one, pressing his fingers tightly around its throat.

With a snap, he broke its neck.

Yae screamed; another sprite lunged, claws and teeth ready to attack.

Unfazed, Hyakukei struck with his left fist, shattering the creature’s nose with a blow infused with spiritual power, sending it flying backward.

The punch deformed the sprite’s face, crushing its nose, blood dripping, teeth falling from its mouth, and its eye ruptured.

The wounded sprite writhed helplessly on the ground like a dying insect.

“...Ugh.”

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