Chapter 359: In Search of the Sin Archbishops
In an inn within the royal capital of Lugunica, Roy and his companions gathered in a single room. The inn was luxuriously decorated—though it couldn't compare to modern five-star hotels with their convenient amenities, it was more than adequate for lodging.
A simple world map was spread out on the table. Unlike the precise modern maps with scales and longitude-latitude lines, this one was rather crude, merely outlining the approximate locations and borders of nations.
The map belonged to Flügel, who claimed to have drawn it based on descriptions from people of various countries he had met during his travels.
Having arrived in this world only a couple of days ago, Roy considered meeting Flügel a stroke of luck. The man, a transmigrator from Japan, was terrified of Roy but had a decent understanding of this world. Roy had essentially turned him into a tool—compared to the innkeeper from earlier, Flügel was far more useful in providing Roy with detailed knowledge of the world and connections to important figures.
This was the power of Human Order's Blessing—bestowing Roy with immense fortune, ensuring that even in trivial matters, his desires were effortlessly fulfilled.
No sooner had Roy considered seeking out the witches than Human Order delivered Flügel—who was already preparing to search for them—straight to his side.
The map was crudely drawn, but key landmarks like forests and mountain ranges were still marked. Even the Great Elior Forest, home to the elves, was clearly labeled by Flügel, allowing Roy to grasp the world's basic geography at a glance. A rough 3D image of this world formed in his mind.
"Here's Lugunica, here's Vollachia, and here's Gusteko. This area—I've corrected it—should now be called the Kararagi City-States. As for the other minor nations, there are plenty, but they're insignificant, so I didn't bother drawing them."
Flügel pointed to the western part of the map, where he had previously scribbled "Chaotic Nation Agglomeration" before crossing it out and rewriting "Kararagi City-States."
"...Though the witches are mysterious, many have seen them, and they don't refuse visitors. I know some who've met them and gathered information on their whereabouts—right here!"
Frugel drew a circle slightly southeast of the center on the map—a plain located precisely at the intersection of the four cardinal directions.
"Legend says the Witches hold tea parties, inviting specific individuals. Those who've seen the Witches all attended these gatherings. They never shared the details with me, though. I wonder if we'd count as 'invited' if we show up unannounced?"
Frugel scratched his head, looking genuinely puzzled.
"No matter. As long as we can confirm their location—and that it's real—it doesn't matter if they invite us or not. We can always crash the party."
Roy said it casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Keeping him out? Impossible. If the Witches were truly in that region—whether hiding in some remote corner or even another dimension—Roy was confident he could drag them out.
Frugel shivered, struck by the sudden image of Roy plowing the entire land flat if the Witches refused to see him.
"Are all six Witches there?" Roy asked abruptly.
"Supposedly, yes. I've asked many who've met them—some encountered the 'Sloth Witch,' others the 'Wrath Witch,' and so on. The only one everyone's seen is the 'Greed Witch.' They say she's the one hosting the tea parties—a Witch who answers any question. She's also the most sought-after."
Frugel's face lit up with excitement, brimming with curiosity about the Witches.
"Perfect. Saves me the trouble of hunting them down one by one."
As he spoke, Roy glanced at Satella, who sat quietly beside him. He'd noticed that this half-elf girl rarely spoke—not just out of insecurity, but because she was naturally reserved, preferring to observe in silence.
If all six Witches were gathered there, then he—carrying the "important mission item"—ought to deliver the last one, the "Envy Witch," as well.
"Master, why did you investigate the Witches so thoroughly? What do you want from them? What questions do you have?"
Seated beside Frugel, Shaula sat with her legs splayed, elbows propped on the chair as she blinked at the makeshift map. Unable to hold back, she fired off a rapid series of questions the moment Frugel finished speaking.
Before Frugel could respond, Roy answered for him:
"...He doesn't have any questions for the Witches, nor does he want answers from them. He's just interested in the title 'Witch' and wants to see what they look like—their figures, their faces. Honestly, Frugel, you're probably most eager to meet the 'Lust Witch,' aren't you? Wondering if she lives up to the name, if she'll jump you the moment you meet—bang, bang, bang?"
Roy mercilessly laid bare the deepest desires of a certain isekai otaku who, upon arriving in another world, had only one thing on his mind.
The fact that Frugel had named himself "Wings" said it all—this guy was a closet pervert who'd probably never even held a girl's hand back in Japan.
Clang—
Frugel lost his balance and fell off his chair. Covering his head with his hands, he blushed and shouted at Roy, "...Don't you dare slander me like that!"
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Though he said so, the panic on his face made it clear that Roy's words had struck a chord in his heart.
Having his innermost thoughts laid bare by Roy like this felt like a public execution to Frugel.
"Then why did you go looking for witches? Don't tell me you didn't have those thoughts too!!"
Determined to drag Roy down with him, Frugel had decided to throw shame to the wind.
"I am indeed interested in witches, but more than their figures or looks, I'm fascinated by their power."
Roy's expression was sincere and carefree, making his words easily believable.
Frugel wanted to refute him, but his face flushed red as he realized he had no grounds for rebuttal.
"Alright, let's all rest well tonight. We'll set off tomorrow. It's not too far from here to Lugunica's capital. I've already bought a dragon carriage—we'll ride there directly."
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Roy stood up and patted Frugel's shoulder. Though he could reach the destination in the blink of an eye if he activated his divine speed, traveling by dragon carriage wasn't slow either. Since Roy wasn't in a hurry, he might as well enjoy the scenery of this other world along the way.
Seeing Roy take Satella's hand to leave the room, Frugel asked, "...Where are you two going?"
"Back to our room to rest, of course."
"You're staying together?"
Frugel's voice involuntarily rose.
"Should we stay separately? It's not like it's the first time we've shared a room."
Roy grinned at him, as if deliberately trying to provoke him.
Beside him, Satella blushed and lowered her head. It was true they had stayed together before—but only for one night, and Roy had merely sat in a chair watching her sleep.
But Frugel wouldn't think of it that way. Seeing the flawless face of the beautiful silver-haired half-elf maiden he admired flushing pink, he felt as though his heart had been broken, his breath catching painfully.
Unconsciously, his mind drifted back to his past life on Earth, in Japan.
Back then, he had been a student secretly in love with a girl. Every day, he would silently follow her onto the same bus. Until one day, he saw her get off with her boyfriend and enter a love hotel. The sorrow he felt then was still vivid in his memory. Never did he imagine he would experience that same pain again one day.
"Talk about arrogance. This guy's self-importance is off the charts. It's not like his wife cheated on him—why's he so heartbroken over someone else's business?"
By now, Roy had already led Satella into their room.