Trapped in a gacha game, I will steal all the heroines.

After Scylla locked herself inside the forge room for seven minutes, the only thing he could hear was the sharp sound of the hammer. After five minutes, Jack Hamut emerged from the room, his body trembling and his eyes revealing that fear had completely consumed him. It was useless to wait for him.

"I'm leaving, Mr. Hamut. When I come back, we'll talk about your granddaughter," Dantalian said.

He received no response from Mr. Jack Hamut, who simply went upstairs toward his room, slamming the door shut.

Curiously, he thought, ' What did Scylla do to leave him in this state? She's just forging, not conducting one of her monstrous experiments.'  But he knew that if he opened that door, he would ruin the production of his weapon and completely destroy his chance to improve his relationship with Scylla.

"Anyway, it's better to leave."

Even though Scylla had told him to stay quiet and wait, it was impossible for her to complete the weapon production in such a short time. It would take at least a day or two. He couldn't afford to wait there all that time. With that in mind, he climbed one of the windows on the side wall of the blacksmith's shop, avoiding being seen by the crazies screaming outside.

Thus, he ran through the neighboring buildings, only stopping when he was nine buildings away.

"I hope no psychopath saw me," he said, sitting on the rooftop of the building he found.

"I still have a few places to go, but I need to make sure of something."

A few minutes passed, and he was in the inn, inside the room he had rented, sitting on the bed next to Freytan, who was still asleep. At that moment, he even thought she might be pretending, as the accumulated stress couldn't be that intense.

Finally, after twelve minutes since he had arrived, Freytan opened her eyes.

"So you're finally awake," he said, watching Freytan quietly rise as she sat up.

"How is your blade?"

"Why is that the first thing you ask?"

Freytan placed her hand on his shoulder, gradually increasing the pressure, stronger and stronger.

[How dull. If you have a child now, it will affect the subsequent plans. After all, the child can't have a scoundrel as a father.]

' Hahaha, you son of a bitch, all of this started because of you,'

"Now you'll have to take responsibility. Now you'll have to take responsibility."

Her gaze seemed to penetrate his entire body. After all, even though this is another world with magic and monsters, they are still humans.

"You're right. We acted without thinking clearly. So if something happens, I'll have to take responsibility."

"How boring. If you have a child now, it will affect subsequent plans. After all, the child can't have a scoundrel as a father."

"What are you doing? I've already said that if something happens, I'll take responsibility."

Freytan placed her hand on the bed and crawled, getting just inches away from him as she stared intently.

"Hearing that brings me relief."

"Do you really think I'm some kind of villain?"

Freytan chuckled lightly, crossed her legs, and rested her head on one hand.

"You really don't know everything... And don't worry, even after what happened yesterday, it's impossible for me to get pregnant because I can't have a child yet."

Freytan's expression seemed distant, as if she were seeing a future that would never come to fruition.

"Weird... From the end of that sentence, it doesn't sound like she's infertile," he thought, looking at the beautiful image before him.

"I may be prying, but I'd like to ask what the reason is."

Freytan simply gave a bitter smile.

"What are you talking about? You've already entered my life to a point where I have nothing left to hide from  you..."

Freytan sighed. "The reason is the Duchess."

"What? That's not in the game... Did my actions change the future and turn the Duchess into an even worse person?"

A memory flashed in his mind, one of the encounters with Freytan when their friendship reached its maximum level. The idiotic protagonist asked why she hated the Duchess so much, even though she had already answered that before.

But this time, she didn't respond aggressively, tarnishing the Duchess's image and talking about all her powers. She simply answered, "If we end up together, you'll understand."

When they saw that, they thought it was just a random impactful line, considering she had already given a detailed answer before. Besides, it didn't make much sense since they were unaware of her physiological problem. But if this existed in the game, why wasn't it further developed?

"Dantalian, don't dwell on it too much. Just forget about it, okay? Both what I said just now and yesterday," Freytan said.

Observing Freytan's expression, he held her hand tightly.

"I don't know why I'm thinking about it, but it's something I'll have to do. I'll take responsibility, Freytan."

"Haha, what are you talking about? Didn't you hear what I said? Besides, what we did yesterday was the first and only time I'll do something like that, so don't worry."

"No, I don't like that bitch either, and I know what you said yesterday was true, so listen to me."

Looking directly at Freytan, he began to speak.

"I, Dantalian Lancaster-Steele, accept your request and the reward, as you already know."

"I've told you before... Learn to be a better liar."

Freytan took his hand and placed it at the center of her chest, placing her own hands over it, creating a small red magic circle that floated before their hands.

"So the only thing you can do is turn that lie into truth."

The magic circle split in two, reaching the center of his chest and Freytan's chest.

"Now, if you don't fulfill this contract, you'll discover the meaning of pain."

"If it's the same pain you felt yesterday, believe me, the Duchess will be licking your shoes in no time."

"Where is my sword?" Freytan began to look around.