I’ve Become a Combat Soldier in a Dark Fantasy Adult Game

Initially, I thought there would be a roar of anger, but the family head wasn’t the type to get angry first and ask questions later. He listens to everyone around him before making judgments. This chaotic family somehow continues to function thanks to the family head. No, that’s not just a saying—it’s an absolute fact.

“-That concludes my report.”

“Indeed. A very clear and understandable report.”

A girl’s clear, ringing voice echoed through the room.

Yes, a girl. The family head wasn’t entirely in his right mind either, maintaining the appearance of a girl in her early twenties despite being 53 years old. Charitably speaking, one could say he was maintaining his body at its prime, but considering his childish behavior and speech pattern, it was clearly just his personal preference.

To think that this person is the family’s hope—there’s a limit to how much of a joke that can be.

“This incident went beyond our expectations, but does anyone have an opinion?”

Besides me, who was lying flat on the floor with my head pressed to the ground, and the family head sitting at the head seat, only three people dared to have a say.
The eldest daughter, the eldest son, and the second son.

Among them, the eldest daughter who had directly resolved this incident, Tachibana Miyuki, spoke.

“I have two requests to submit.”

“Speak.”

“First, this incident occurred due to our family’s incorrect prediction. The yokai I handled was beyond the level that combat soldiers could manage, so it would not be right to place blame for this incident.”

“I agree. Private penalties against the servants will be prohibited.”

A “tch” sound came from beside me. The damn second son.
This loss was certainly not small, so I had prepared myself for tremendous torment, but this outcome was fortunate.

“Second, predictions have been frequently missing the mark recently. I request an audit of the prediction department.”

“I’ll put that on hold. That’s not an issue we should start carelessly.”

With a sigh, I heard the family head lifting his feet that had been covering his face. With a rustling sound, the uncomfortable atmosphere that had been pressing down on the place somewhat eased, and he spoke to me in a gentle voice.

“Child. You may withdraw now.”

“Yes. I shall return now.”

“If your wounds hurt, visit the physician.”

“I will do as you say.”

I maintained proper etiquette until the end as I crawled out of the room. Telling me to withdraw at this point meant nothing other than that I shouldn’t hear the conversation that would follow.
They probably didn’t want a servant to hear discussions about an internal family audit.

Grateful that I wouldn’t be beaten by the second son, I headed toward the room of the youngest daughter, who hadn’t been present at the meeting.

She was even more mentally abnormal than the rest of this strange family. She always insisted on wearing elaborate clothing regardless of circumstances, showed interest in me despite my being merely a disposable combat soldier, and had no interest in family matters despite possessing immense power. Her nickname was Ohime—Princess.

If she had no intention of inheriting the family, she could have maintained decent relationships with her siblings, but for some reason, she didn’t get along with them.

“Lady Kazuha. It’s Yoon.”

“Come in.”

Unlike the family head’s sharp, ringing voice, hers sounded quite lovely at first hearing, but knowing her true nature, I could never appreciate it.

Maintaining maximum etiquette as I entered the room, Lady Kazuha greeted me with a smile whose intent was difficult to discern.
She didn’t say anything, but I immediately understood what she was thinking.

“Your new clothes suit you extremely well.”

“Oh my, exactly which part?”

“While the juunihitoe you usually wear is beautiful, Lady Kazuha, today’s attire is relatively simpler yet uses complementary colors that harmonize with your purple hair, highlighting your loveliness even more—”

“Hmm. You certainly speak well.”

As she slightly extended her hand toward me, an immense weight poured down on me as I knelt and recited my words. Tachibana Kazuha’s unique ability: gravity control.

The fact that she could exert such pressure, bringing me to the verge of vomiting without any preparation, was proof that she too was a monster.

Though I had no intention of making a sound, perhaps due to my compressed organs, a sound like air escaping from a balloon came from my mouth.

“Why is there no emotion in it?”

“I am speaking sincerely—ugh.”

“I dislike people who talk back.”

The gravity intensified, making me feel like I was about to vomit. Of course, given that young lady’s arbitrary standards of etiquette, she probably wouldn’t get angry even if I flattened like a frog and spewed all kinds of bodily fluids.

“I heard that damned woman saved your life this time.”

There was only one person this woman would openly curse without reason. The eldest daughter, Miyuki. Knowing the bad blood between them, I understood her cursing.

Of course, it was harder to understand why she was taking it out on me.

“Was the technique I taught you insufficient?”

“Urgh. No. Thanks to you, the other combat soldiers returned safely—”

“No. That’s not what I want to hear. I don’t like that you couldn’t handle that garbage yokai and had to receive help from that damn woman.”

“I’ll… do better… next time.”

The pressure was released. As my compressed organs returned to normal, nausea rose, and I vomited into the nearby envelope.
What kind of thought process did this crazy woman have, to keep vomit bags on hand since this wasn’t the first or second time she had done this to me?

Instead of thinking “He’s vomiting and in pain, I should stop,” she thought “I should provide a vomit bag!” How does someone think like that?

“Now, try again.”

Clap, clap.
Like a curator giving a signal, I spoke while half out of my mind.

“You are the most lovely and beautiful in the world. I fell in love at first sight. I love you.”

“The emotion is still lacking, but I like your word choice.”

“I am honored. Please marry me.”

“That’s a difficult request for now.”

She laughed, covering her mouth with a fan, and gestured to me. I staggered to her side with a pale complexion. My body condition was so poor that even the impact of walking was difficult to endure, but once I somehow reached her and knelt down, she used a healing technique.

Better than the medical team. My body recovering enough for normal daily activities in an instant wasn’t particularly surprising. The foundation that allowed this crazy woman to skip meetings held by the family head, have poor relationships with all siblings, and survive countless assassination attempts while still doing whatever she wanted was power.

Literally a tactical weapon.
If dropped into enemy territory, no one could ignore her destructive power as she repeated attack, defense, and recovery while unleashing wide-area annihilation as her normal attacks. Not even the family head.

Thanks to this, even though I was known as Ohime’s doll, no one outside the main family dared to mess with me in a bad way. When combat soldier matters were brought up, both the princess and the family head tended to listen, and even the eldest daughter, who saw the lives of insignificant beings as less than trash, would reluctantly comply, albeit with a displeased expression.

“Now that you’re healed, don’t go to the medical team.”

She started healing me because of an incident three years ago.
At that time, I was a nameless combat soldier. I was called 1st Squad Leader since I was the leader of a squad. I had lived longer than other combat soldiers, and the medical team had grown weary of seeing me survive despite being treated like a dog.

There was a woman who had come from the countryside and just joined the medical team, and coincidentally, she was assigned to treat me several times in a row, allowing us to become somewhat friendly.

She was quite sentimental, like a country girl, even toward combat soldiers who could be delivered for a flat fee of 20,000 yen. When I told her I had no name, she said she would give me one.

I thought nothing of it, figuring I needed something to be called by. The problem arose when this reached the princess’s ears.

“What bitch is putting her saliva on my property?”

The medical team was devastated, that friend suffered a critical injury to the point of nearly dying, and the family head put the princess under house arrest for a week for destroying the valuable medical team.

And during that house arrest period, I attended to the princess and bore the brunt of her anger. After experiencing the technique of being beaten nearly to death and then immediately restored, I resolved never to do anything outside of her wishes.

Anyway, after that, my name became Yoon in consultation with the princess (referencing my past life name), the medical team refused to treat me for a while, and Natsume, who had been severely injured, barely recovered after three months of treatment and returned to her hometown.

After such a sad incident that made everyone miserable. Even though the medical team said they would accept me again, the princess treated me directly. The family head didn’t seem to trust this completely and told me to go to the medical team, but the family head was far away and the princess’s gravity was close by.

Not wanting to be flattened like dried filefish without the family head knowing, I always visited this room after getting injured.

“You may go now. But read and study this.”

“Yes. I will gratefully accept it.”

Even if I study it, I probably won’t understand half of it.
A combat soldier’s body and head are mass-produced quality, so the potential for development was extremely minimal.

But when told to do something, I had to do it, and if told to master it by tomorrow, I would have to use alchemy if necessary to master it.
That was my second life.