1 [1-1] The road to hell is paved with many things.




 On her tenth birthday, Renée, a young girl living modestly with her mother in the kingdom of Ciel-Teira, was captured by knights who raided her home.
 I remember the horrible stares I felt even through the helmets of the knights, the feast of herb-roasted wildfowl breast that I had prepared as best I could, only to have the whole table kicked away as a distraction, and my mother's despairing expression.

 In fact, I don't remember much about the rest of the time I was locked in the cell and tortured.
 In a daze of consciousness, I would faint from the intense pain and wake up from the intense pain. And so on.
 At any rate, Rene learned that "recovery magic can be used to prevent the death of an opponent during torture and also to inflict more pain.
 The questions he asked Rene ranged from his father to some other country, but Rene soon realized that there was no way he could get information from Rene, who knew nothing about torture, and that the purpose of torture was simply to inflict pain.

 In the midst of this, René heard.
 Rene "Rosy" Luvia Ciel-Teira.
 That was Renée's real name.

 Through a barrage of abuse, Renée gradually learned the circumstances surrounding her.
 Her mother had been a commoner who had fallen in love with the king and become his wife. She had been forced to leave the court because she had given birth to the silver-haired, silver-eyed René, an abomination. After that, she lived in hiding in a border area where there was less prejudice against abominations.
 The king's younger brother staged a coup d'etat and killed the king. That behind the brother's actions are the intentions of the four major powers who want the rich mineral resources of Ciel-Teira. That the King's brother is trying to eradicate his brother's bloodline as a show of force and to end any lingering doubts. That's why he sought out Rene and the others. ......

 Rene was not as interested in social and industrial matters as he should have been, but he knew that Ciel-Teira was on good terms with the Gileshthal Federation, a major power in the west.
 However, no matter how many mineral resources Ciel-Teira had at its disposal, as a small country, Ciel-Teira was in a weak position and was often forced to do things by the Federation. The king's brother, who was unhappy about this, was a radical anti-Federation faction and killed the brother king who was on good terms with the Federation with the support of other major powers. The knights who captured Rene also held the same anti-federation views as the king and brother.
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 After a day of torture, he was given enough food and water to keep him alive, and he slept in a stone prison, shivering with anger and cold, flogged and wearing only his tattered underwear.
 Rene had done nothing. But there were people doing strange things in places René didn't know about, and they had come to ruin everything for their own reasons.
 And no matter how much Renée resented them, she knew that they would never reach her.
 At first she cried and screamed until her voice was hoarse, but she did not stop. Next, Rene tried to resist, but the torment intensified as he tried to defend himself. Once she succeeded in slapping her torturer, but in retaliation he broke all the fingers on her hands and slapped her back and forth until she fainted.

 Eventually, René stopped crying and screaming, and just stared at his feet while he was being tortured. It's only painful anyway.

 The days of torture, which seemed to go on forever and ever, ended after about a month.
 I was ready for the public execution of Rene and my mother.

 René, who had been locked up in a separate place from his mother, was able to see her again on the day of the execution, as they were to be taken away together. But even though she thought nothing would move her anymore, she was shocked to see her mother again on the day of her execution.

 At first, René thought it was a zombie.
 All she wore were rags wrapped forcibly around her. Her whole body was filthy and stinking, and her skin was covered with scars that looked as if they had been deeply scratched and forcibly sealed. Her beautiful pale purple hair was shaggy like a beast's mane, and blood was stuck to it in many places.
 Her cheeks were sunken and half of her teeth were broken. Only his eyes were shining brightly, and he was foaming at the mouth, rambling on and on about incomprehensible things.

......, I will obey you. Yes master, I will obey you. Yes master, I obey you. Yes master, I will obey you. Yes master, I will ......
You are ......, I am .............

 There was no longer any trace of the gentle and beautiful mother.
 She didn't even seem to know that René was there.

 Somewhere in the back of her mind, René thought that maybe her mother would help him.
 To a child, a parent, especially a mother, is like an almighty God, for better or worse. René, who had grown up with a mother who loved him, who was good at everything around him, and who had always helped him when he was in trouble, couldn't help but think that she might be able to help him again.
 That hope was easily dashed.

 René and his mother were chained and dragged to the place of execution. A mounted knight pulled the chain, first my mother and then René. They were flanked by knights on foot.
 It was a snowy day.
 But René no longer felt anything when he stepped on the snow with his bloodied bare feet.
 In a frenzy, she flailed like an ape, and finally the knight struck her on the head with his cage and she stopped moving. My mother was then dragged away by two men who held her from both sides. Rene followed silently. A black flame burned in the pit of her stomach. But the grudge would never reach him.

 As they walked down the avenue, many people crowded to the side of the road to watch them.
 People of all ages, men and women, high and low, had gathered there.

"Die!
"You federal stooge!
"Filthy traitor!
Filthy blood!

 A flying stone hit Rene on the head, causing him to bleed profusely.

 The curses were surprisingly numerous. That was strange to Rene. He didn't think that his brother, who had forcibly seized the throne by force, would be accepted. He had thought that everyone in the country was being held back by force and fear. But it's not. There are people who welcome the king and his brother, and they watch René and his mother get beaten up as a 'heartbreakingly fun show'. It cast a black shadow over René's heart like a scorch on the bottom of a pot.

 More and more people gathered in the square in the center of the castle district of the royal capital where René was being held.
 In the center of the square was the execution table, where the guillotine was waiting for its victim.

 A limp mother was fastened to the guillotine by the neck, and her body was bound with shackles.
 The knight spoke loudly of the "filthy woman" and the "unjust king" to whom she had sold her body, and then the blade was simply dropped.


 René, who was under the executioner's table, couldn't see him, but he could hear his head roll.

 A loud cheer went up. There was cheering, then thunderous applause.

 --I see. This is how I'm going to die. And everyone will be happy.

 At that moment, Renai felt as if she were standing in the hall of the castle of the Demon King.
 That's a monster. They're all monsters. They are monsters in human form who have come to laugh at their deaths.

 Rene was dragged up to the execution table.
 The monsters were all looking at him. They were excited to know that blood would be spilled.
 René knew he could not escape. But in inverse proportion to his helplessness, a crazy anger and resentment was rising from the depths of his body.

 Rene's body was pinned to the execution table and his head was placed on the guillotine.
 Right next to him, the knight was looking at the parchment and making nonsense of "unholy bloodline" and "son of the devil".

 And the decisive moment was only a moment away.
 Rene's vision swung in an impossible direction, and his eyes looked upside down at the guillotine blade as it fell.

 The moment the head left his body, it was as if the fog of his thoughts cleared and he remembered everything.
 He remembered that he was Chojiro Sato, a human who had once lived on Earth, and that he had been reincarnated by the gods of this world after his death.