Surviving as a Cult Leader in Another World

"The main force is still on standby?"

Psyche.
She received reports on the location and status of the subjugation force several times a day.
Her old and seasoned servant, Eliezer, conveyed the situation.
"Yes, Lady Psyche. It seems they are still camped in front of the bandit's cave, waiting. They've been there for hours. I wonder why…"
Psyche became curious about the reason why the subjugation force had stopped.
As she racked her brain, various thoughts bubbled up and disappeared like foam.
'Speed is of the essence in this surprise attack. By now, the Crescent Moon Sisterhood should have received news that a 40-man force has been dispatched. But why are they waiting…'
Was everyone scared?
No, she didn't think so.
After all, her husband, Hyde, had boasted that he would significantly improve Dihon's condition within a week and set out.
'When I think about it, my husband Hyde has kept all the promises he made. There must be a reason for this delay. It must be my husband's plan. Hyde, what are you thinking…'
Flash-.
Then, suddenly, a thought struck her like a ray of light.
Psyche was startled.
"Eliezer, you said you didn't see Hyde, Oscar, or Sir Loras among the main force earlier, right?"
"Yes, that's right. I thought it was strange that I didn't see Paulo either. I wondered if they were having a strategy meeting inside the tent."
Psyche realized why they were nowhere to be seen.
And she felt a great sense of bewilderment.
'A raid…! Are they really planning a raid…! Using the main force as a decoy and only a small number of people…!'
At that thought, Psyche couldn't just stand still.
So, she asked her old servant.
"Old man! Prepare the fastest horse in Agarphe for me! Quickly! If we're not careful, things might become irreversible! Please!"
"Understood, Lady Psyche. But, calling me old man again… When you were ill, I was very sad, thinking I would never be called that again…"
Eliezer immediately prepared a fast and sturdy white horse.
Psyche, who had put on her armor in the meantime, fastened a well-crafted sword to her waist and kicked the horse's flank.
"Giddy up!"
Neiiiigh-.
Psyche began to gallop out of the Agarphe territory like a flash of lightning.
When people witnessed her red hair fluttering in the wind and exclaimed, "Wow-."
Psyche reproached herself inwardly.
'I have a bad feeling. I should have gone with them!'
Behind the swirling mask.
The woman was so angry that she forgot her own name.
So, she smashed everything she could see and touch.
Because it seemed to make her feel a little better.
Of course, it was only temporary.
She didn't even know what she was angry about.
Just angry-.
She only vaguely felt that she couldn't stop until this fiery rage burned her whole body.
Hot air.
Screams crushed at her fingertips.
The woman, immersed in all this, finally heard a voice calling her.
"Wrath, calm down. And focus on my voice!"
Wrath-.
That wasn't her name.
But it was a name she had heard somewhere, and the man's voice also felt familiar and nostalgic.
It felt like they had known each other for a very long time.
Of course, such thoughts were swallowed up by the endless rage surging from the depths of her heart.
'My name is not Wrath. So, there's no need to follow that voice.'
She was angry.
First, she would kill the woman and the child in front of her-.
As she was thinking that, the voice spoke again.
"You ignorant bitch. Are you thinking you don't need to listen because your name isn't Wrath? Your name is Wrath. Wrath, the Ire. I will call you that, and you will be called that by the world from today."
"...."
Wrath.
The endless, causeless rage was given a name.
Only then could Wrath finally open her eyes behind the swirling mask.
Looking ahead through her red gaze, she saw a naked man lying in a miserable state, and a young boy was dragging the man's arm.
"Sir Loras! Run away!"
There was another woman holding the boy in her arms.
"Child, it's, it's dangerous. We… We have to run…"
The air was thick with the smell of blood.
The cultists' hideout was starting to burn again.
In this strange situation, Wrath spotted someone even more noticeable than the naked man.
He was a man wearing a robe stained red with blood, just like her.
He was quite tall, about 6 feet, and wore a black iron mask.
But it wasn't the mask or his height that caught Wrath's attention.
Thump, thump-.
His lower body was erect like a spear, its size and thickness impossible to hide.
It was as if it was piercing Wrath's eyes.
'What is that? Is he crazy?'
Even with her anger-clouded mind, Wrath could tell that the man was no ordinary being. After all, it was a size that looked even more obscene than the naked, panting knight.
Soon, the man spoke.
"Let me tell you one thing, I have a habit of getting an erection when I wear a mask. It's not that I'm aroused by you, so don't get me wrong, Wrath."
"So what, fuck! What the hell are you showing me? I'm going to kill you all!"
Whoosh-.
The flames in her heart flared up again.
Wrath just wanted to burn everything down.
No one but herself could understand this feeling.
As she was thinking that-.
The man in the iron mask raised a finger.
"Wrath, I know your heart. You want to hide behind a mask and watch the world burn. You probably wish everything would go up in flames. Just that would be enough."
"What do you know, you bastard! Die! You fucking bastard!"
Wrath strode powerfully towards the man and punched him hard in the stomach.
Pow-!
With a loud thud, the man's body crumpled into a 'ㄱ' shape.
But Wrath couldn't help but be surprised.
'He didn't even scream at that punch? No matter how much I controlled my strength, that shouldn't be possible…'
Wrath took a step back in surprise.
At that moment, the man lifted his head, and although blood was trickling down from under his iron mask, he didn't let out a single groan of pain.
The man raised his finger again.
"Wrath, you little bitch, listen to me. It's better to retreat for today. And it would be wise to spare the lives of the people gathered here."
"Spare them? No, they've seen my face, so I have to kill them all. Including you!"
Crack-.
Wrath cracked her knuckles and loosened her fists.
If she gave everyone a good punch in the face, everything would be clean.
However, the man in the mask shook his head.
"All humans are born in sin. Therefore, from the moment they are born until they die, humans suffer the consequences of their sins. Sometimes, living itself can be more painful than dying. Make them live forever in shame."
"Do you think I'll listen to such sophistry?"
"They have a role to play. Wrath, you desire flames. Flames to burn the entire world. I will show you the seed of that flame right here."
Swish-.
The man pulled a feathered pen from within his robe.
It was an ordinary-looking but somewhat elegant quill pen.
"I have a pen, but no paper. No, here it is."
Riiiip-!
The man tore off the ragged clothes of the woman who could only say "Uh-huh-" like an idiot.
When her well-toned body was revealed, the shadow cast by the man's lower half grew even larger.
'It's getting even bigger from there? Is that even possible?'
As Wrath marveled at the sight.
The man dipped the tip of the quill pen into the woman's body.
And he began to write letters on her body with her blood.
"Ugh, s, stop it…"
"Galatea, be still. You are becoming a sacrifice at this moment. Otherwise, you will die like a dog. Of course, from now on, you will have to live a life worse than death!"
A defenseless innocent.
A villain carving letters on her body.
At that moment, Wrath felt an even larger flame ignite within her. It was something bigger than anger, and it was a feeling Wrath had never experienced before in her life.
What was being carved on the woman's body was a story.
A story she had never seen before.
A story she would never see again, filled with words she had never encountered.
'Lust's penis is 1 meter long? What's a meter? What kind of unit is that!? And what's a kilogram!'
Scribble, scribble-.
The man didn't stop for a moment, writing a story in red letters all over the woman's body.
The way he wrote thousands of characters per minute was as if he had received a revelation from God, or perhaps the opposite.
'Did he receive a revelation from the devil?'
Wrath was impressed.
After glancing at the letters, she let out a hearty laugh behind her mask.
"This is a story I've never seen before! Writing letters on a woman's body with her own blood. I've never even heard of such an idea! Hey, what's the title? The title of this story."
"The title is…"
Behind the mask.
The man fell silent for the first time.
A short but long silence.
After about 5 seconds, the man spoke.
"The title is 「The Way of the Beast」."
"The Way of the Beast! Yes, this is truly worthy of becoming a flame. A flame to burn the world. This flame will truly burn everything in the world! Hahaha!"
Wrath believed without a doubt that the letters densely written on this woman's body-.
No, that the man who wrote them was the flame that would burn the world.
It felt like she had found the treasure she had been searching for her entire life.
However, her anger wasn't completely extinguished.
"But I'm still going to kill this naked man. He'd die anyway if I left him alone, but I don't like his greasy looks. I like killing arrogant knights."
Whoosh-.
Wrath raised her foot.
That was when it happened.
The naked man who had been lying down until now.
Loras rose from his spot.
And he put his finger on the boy Paulo's neck and shouted.
"E, everyone freeze right now! If anyone moves a finger, this kid's life is over! You fucking bastards! I can kill this little shit with just one finger!"
"S, Sir Loras…!"
The boy Paulo.
The boy felt dizzy from the betrayal and shock he had never experienced before in his life.
The knight he admired.
The knight among knights.
He was holding him hostage to beg for his own life.
"Haha! Yes! Yes! Everyone just stay still like that! Hahaha! Nobody can kill me, Sir Loras! I'm going back to the Count's family like this, fuck! To the Count's-."
"The Smiling Knight Loras."
At that moment, the man in the iron mask spoke.
His voice behind the mask was extremely calm and cold.
Enough to make the enraged Loras instinctively listen.
"At least smile at your final moment."
That was the beginning.
Loras couldn't stop laughing because of a tickling sensation in his stomach. It felt like ants were crawling under his skin, and someone was teasing his brain with a feather.
Too much of anything is harmful.
Any more laughter would only bring Loras pain, causing blood to spurt from his eyes and mouth.
"Cough!"
Wrath didn't miss that very moment.
She grabbed Loras's right arm, which was holding the boy's neck, and twisted it. Loras's arm snapped like a dry barley stalk and twisted grotesquely.
"Kuaaaaagh!"
Splash-!
Blood spurted from his right arm, where the bone was sticking out.
It splattered onto the man in the iron mask, creating a bizarre cross shape.
Under the red, flowing cross, the man in the mask spoke.
"Loras, your arm was destined to be broken after all."
"You, r-right now."
Crack-.
Loras's head exploded under Wrath's foot.
That was the end.
It should have been-.
"Sir Loras! Wh, who are you? What terrible things are you doing! Hyde! Where is my husband Hyde!?"