TFWSDW 86

~Chapter 86~

‘Do something for me? What could you even do?’

At least I knew. Out of everything he might claim he could do for me, there were only two things he could actually carry out:

Carrying out the mission for which he infiltrated, and killing the Pope the moment he found them.

That was it.

‘The cult made sure he couldn’t do anything else from the start.’

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Title: Our poor Usher-chan ㅠ

Our Usher-Usher-chan is actually a pitiful person, you know.

It’s all because the evil god and the cult made him that wayㅠ

Please treat him warmly and with love.

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👤 Savior 1
I’m not buying your Usher talk.

👤 Savior 2
You think you can say that in front of the 3,125,487,975 people that bastard Usher killed?

└ Savior 1 Hah… you don’t know how good it feels to die by Usher-chan’s hand… hah…

└ Savior 2 Ah… we’ve got a weirdo here.

👤 Savior 3
Our game’s Usher-fans are the most extreme. That fanatic’s fandom.

└ Savior 2 Even compared to Flora?

└ Savior 3 Don’t compare our Flora-sama to some fanatic! I’ll crush your skull.

└ Savior 2 …After reading that, maybe they are similar.

“I don’t need anything. You saw, right? Get lost. Orders? I only have one—never appear before me again.”

“…That’s disappointing.”

Usher’s eyes gleamed as he spoke.

Earlier it had only been awe and admiration. Now his eyes shone like a miner who’d just struck gold—like he’d realized something.

“…Did you notice my foolish test just now? You did, didn’t you? I apologize.”

True to his nature, even as he apologized he was shameless.

“Please let me follow you. I can do anything.”

“I don’t need you.”

– Why not?
– Take him! It could be fun!
– Yeah, fun!!

These damn mutts still haven’t left?

I didn’t even glance at the Dog-Head Judge and stepped back.

“I’ve said it a hundred times—it’s the same every time. Someone like you who only gets in the way is useless.”

“What if I didn’t get in the way?”

“…”

“What if I helped you do whatever you wanted?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t do that.”

At my words, Usher’s eyes widened. If I had to guess, it seemed like those words erased even the tiniest suspicion he had left.

He stepped closer.

“So… you really are the genuine one?! You’ve known everything about me from the start… That’s why I was doomed to fail?”

Eek—don’t come closer, you bastard!

Scratch, scratch…!

The chasing sound I’d finally gotten rid of was back again!

“Fine. Since you know exactly what I can’t do, I’ll make it so I can do them.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I said I don’t need you. Why would I?

But Usher, ignoring me, looked me straight in the eye and declared:

“I will swear an oath of obedience.”

He pleaded and spoke firmly at the same time. I let out a short laugh.

An oath of obedience? From you?

‘This damn fanatic thinks I’m some pushover?’

“I swear obedience.”

I’d seen a fanatic swear obedience before.

Right after I’d wrecked one of the cult’s underground branches.

That day, with Dad, I’d met a cultist called a “Connector.”

I’d pretended to be the chosen child of the evil god and received a mark of obedience from him.

That mark was still on the back of my hand.

Fanatics don’t just swear obedience with words.

They always pair the oath with a mark or token that enforces it—
As if they can’t truly obey without one.

‘Well, makes sense. If you worship a god who accepts betrayal as doctrine, why would anyone trust you without force?’

But there was an exception to that rule—
The man in front of me.

Usher.

Why?

Because of his hidden ability.

‘Even if he swears obedience, it’s useless. He can… brainwash himself to escape the oath.’

It even shows in the game footage.

There’s a scene where he frees himself from the penalty of a death-bound oath—alone.

I’d even experienced it myself!

‘I remember… I was so pissed the first time it happened…’

Sure, he takes damage.

But he doesn’t die—he survives and gets away.

So him talking about swearing an oath now? Complete nonsense.

“Really?”

In other words—

‘I’m the one above you.’

I grinned widely.

Usher froze for a moment.

“Then make it so your ability can’t undo it. Can you still do it?”

Fine. If he’s going this far, I’ll make full use of him.

“And you can’t use your ability on me or my people without permission. Still willing?”

I thought cutting him off here was best, but I realized—

Even if I kicked him away now, he’d just come back and say the same thing.

So I’d just use the chance.

“…”

Usher blinked blankly, then slowly began to smile.

“Aha, haha, hahahaha!”

Trust a fanatic to even laugh like a lunatic.

…If it weren’t for his face, he wouldn’t have fans and would’ve been kicked out for his personality.

“…You’re the first to make me feel I’ve been using such a shallow trick. Yes, the first in my life…”

…That doesn’t sound like a good thing. Ominous.

“Fine, I’ll swear that way.”

An oath with no loopholes?

‘You’ll regret it.’

Oh well.

“If it means I can see the end of the world up close, what could be difficult?”

I didn’t force him?

‘A named fanatic helping the happy ending? Sure.’

I held out my hand.

Usher’s eyes curved in a smile as he took it.

Our hands touched.

A red aura flowed from him.

‘…The evil god’s divine power.’

It was instinctively unpleasant, but I endured it.

– Strong one.
– Smells like Mother! Sniff sniff!

The moment his power wrapped around my hand—

“Hm?”

Usher chuckled quietly, but his eyes held displeasure.

“As expected of the chosen child. You already bear another mark of obedience?”

Wait—so he’s annoyed because I’ve sworn to someone else before him?

“…If you find out who it is and take revenge, I won’t forgive you.”

“Of course not.”

Hey, that’s not the face of someone who agrees!

Even so, Usher grabbed my other hand—the one without a mark—and wrapped it in his power.

‘Huh?’

This mark was different from the one I’d gotten before.

His power began to take shape.

– Oh, this is an oath bound by the soul.
– Yeah, that’s right.

Thanks to the unasked-for explanation from the Dog-Head Judge, I understood.

It was stronger than the one the Connector had made.

Finally, something appeared in my hand.

Clink.

It was… a chain. The chain in my hand was connected to him.

Around his neck was a restraint—a collar, basically.

‘What the hell?’

Do fanatics have weird kinks too?

Usher noticed my bafflement and reacted calmly.

“Since the Savior distrusts me so much, I’ll prove myself for the sins I’ve committed.”

He placed a hand over his chest and spoke with false politeness.

Then he cheerfully declared:

“Please, hold my leash!”

Ugh, I don’t want to!

But it was clearly a powerful restriction.

If, as the Judge said, it was bound by the soul, even more so.

‘I see.’

I smirked inwardly.

“Fine. I’ll accept it.”

If he’s going this far…

I’ll show you, little by little, how wrong your choice was.

You’ve been tricked, you bastard.

Now enjoy your labor reform sentence—for the sake of saving the world.