The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me

“C-Coo!”

“Is this the place?”

Abraham glanced around as he held the flustered owl.

His eyes were sharp.

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The harbor town had been declared off-limits due to the sudden increase in demonic monsters activities over the past few days.

The area, already attacked by a few monsters that had come ashore, lay in ruins, with only one shabby cabin standing intact.

- Step, step…

“Coo! Coo!”

“Quite an interesting place.”

He noticed that the cabin’s surroundings had been deliberately stripped of any signs of life.

Abraham smirked coldly as he approached.

- Shring…!

As he drew closer, he drew his well-forged sword from his waist.

The blade hummed as it sliced through the air, its aura dancing as if it was eager to be unleashed on its next unfortunate victim.

“Hmm.”

Abraham debated whether to cut the cabin down as it was but he decided not to.

He paused at the door and reached out.

- Knock, knock, knock…!

He knocked on the door and waited silently.

“I know you’re all inside.”

When there was no response, Abraham smirked and began to release a terrifying aura.

“Will you come out on your own? Or should I come in?”

Looking at the cabin now engulfed in his killing intent, he raised his sword and spoke.

- Creeeak…

“A wise but foolish choice.”

The next moment, an equally terrifying aura emanated from inside the house, and the door opened. Abraham’s eyes narrowed as he tightened his grip on his sword. Ṝ𝘈

“Judging by your aura, you must be a skilled swordsman. Let’s see what you’ve got–”

“Abraham?”

“…What?”

The person who opened the door made Abraham’s expression freeze in place.

“Isolet?”

“G-Greetings.”

Isolet Arham Bywalker, his academy rival and the daughter of the Duke of Bywalker, who often looked after his son when he was young, stood there.

Seeing her emerge from the den of those who had dared to deceive him by impersonating his son, Abraham’s mind went blank for a moment.

“W-Why are you…?”

“M-My Lord?”

“K-Kania?”

But that wasn’t the end of it.

“M-My Lord, what brings you here…?”

“F-Father.”

“F-Frey’s father…?”

“…!?!”

Kania, the butler who worked at Starlight mansion, and the only servant that followed Frey.

Frey’s fiancée from childhood, Serena.

And his son’s childhood friend and the second disciple of the Magic Tower Master, Irina.

“Ah, greetings…”

“Grr?”

And even Princess Clana, who for some reason was there, along with a girl crouching under the sofa like a puppy.

“What is this…?”

In the den of those he intended to punish, Abraham found himself surrounded by familiar faces, save one, and looked around in bewilderment.

“…An illusion?”

Abraham then changed his expression to cold and stepped inside the house.

“Quite a good disguise, but you couldn’t hide that girl’s aura.”

“Excuse me?”

“The demonic aura belongs to you, is it not?”

He pointed his sword at Lulu and declared in a chilling voice.

“Why did you forge the letter, even imitating my son’s handwriting?”

“…Letter?”

“And where did you get the stellar mana?”

“…?”

Lulu, looking at the sword aimed at her with trembling eyes, tilted her head in confusion.

“Depending on your answer…”

Gritting his teeth, Abraham began to infuse his sword with aura.

“…”

“A-Abraham?”

He suddenly stopped and stared wide-eyed at a particular spot.

“This aura… Could it be…”

Abraham stared intently at the tightly closed door inside.

- Step, step…

“What on earth is going on?”

“I don’t know. We can’t fight Frey’s father. This is crazy.”

Leaving the puzzled girls behind, he strode purposefully towards the closed door.

- Slice…!!!

As soon as he reached the door, it was cut into a cross shape and fell apart.

“…Ah!”

A startled voice came from inside.

“Ah…”

Abraham, trembling as he saw the sight, dropped his sword and fell to his knees.

“My son…?”

“Father?”

“…Oh.”

Frey and Ruby, wrapped in blankets, looked down at him in surprise.

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“M-My sonnn…”

“…Father.”

A while later.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight. You haven’t been awake for long, you should eat properly.”

“Sniff, sob…”

Abraham clung to Frey’s trousers, tears streaming down his face.

Even as Frey and Ruby came out to the living room, Abraham still clung tightly to Frey.

“You’re alive… I… I’m so happy…”

“…Haha.”

Scratching his head awkwardly, Frey helped his father to a chair and began to speak.

“I’m sorry. We had to deceive everyone to exploit the weaknesses of the Demon King’s Army in the upcoming academy siege.”

“I-I see… I understand”

He nodded at Frey’s answer.

But then, Abraham looked puzzled and asked.

“But why did I wake up? And I heard rumors that your soul was shattered?”

“Ah…

Frey cleared his throat and began to answer his father’s questions.

“The damn system… it’s shattered?”

“Yes. I’m free now.”

“So, you don’t have to do bad things anymore?”

“It seems so.”

“…Haha! Hahahaha!!”

Abraham burst into a hearty laugh, though Frey’s explanation was full of omission, but he understood the prophecy well enough.

“Thank you! Thanks to your help, Frey has come this far!”

Then, suddenly, Abraham shouted at the girls standing awkwardly around Frey.

“You’ve grown so much! Have you been taking good care of our Frey like before?”

“Ah… yes, yes.”

“And Kania, it seems you haven’t forgotten your duties as a butler?”

“…”

“Serena, I knew you would be here!”

“Th-thank you…”

The girls, sweating and glancing at Frey, looked uneasy at Abraham’s sudden praise.

“Irina, you’re here too! As expected of her disciple!”

“Y-yes…”

“Princess Clana? It’s surprising to see you here as well!”

“W-Why just me… oh, no. Th-thank you…”

Abraham, in his characteristic hearty voice, thanked everyone in his own way.

“And you…”

He then looked at Lulu, still lying on the sofa and glancing around nervously.

“…who are you?”

As Lulu stammered, unsure of what to say, Ruby, sitting next to Frey, answered confidently.

“I’m Master’s pe–”

“She is my sister.”

“And a pureblood demon, I see.”

“…”

“I believe I saw your face among the records in those windows in the sky in recent days…”

As Abraham’s gaze grew sharper, the heroines began to sweat, and he fixed his eyes on Ruby.

“Who are you, really?”

“The Demon King.”

“…What?”

“Ruby, wait…”

“I am the Demon King.”

Abraham froze at Ruby’s shocking statement.

Then he stood up, radiating a terrifying killing intent.

“So, you… harmed my son…”

“No, I mean… I was the Demon King.”

“…What did you say?”

The heroines were at a loss for what to do and were unable to speak. And Ruby covered Frey’s mouth when he tried to explain the situation.

Because of this, only Abraham’s and Ruby’s voices echoed through the room.

“I was defeated by your son, the Hero.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was defeated… Both as the Demon King and as a female.”

“…?”

Abraham, who looked ready to attack Ruby at any moment, was taken aback by her words.

“Look at this.”

“…!”

Ruby handed something to Abraham.

“This… no way…”

“I confirmed it a few days ago.”

The pregnancy confirmation scroll had turned red.

“Will you kill me? Even though your grandchild is within me?”

- Gulp…

Ruby smiled confidently, caressing her belly.

Abraham just stood there speechless and dumbfounded at the girl before him.

“Give me your son.”

“Wh-what…?”

At Ruby’s decisive words, Abraham sat down heavily.

“I can give you a grandchild before Serena can.”

“What did you say?”

Trying to cool his heated head, Abraham quickly turned his gaze to Ruby’s cheerful voice.

“Oh…”

“Y-you…?”

At that moment, Serena, who had been quietly experiencing morning sickness in the corner, met Abraham’s eyes.

“…Is

“I’m

As Serena, holding her slightly swollen belly, looked helpless, Abraham turned his gaze to Frey.

“Son…?”

“Father.”

Frey knelt before his father, his face pale and soaked with cold sweat.

“I have something to tell you.”

“…What is it?”

A feeling of foreboding crept over him, but Abraham maintained a calm expression.

It can’t be, right?

He believed in his son.

His beloved son, the most kind-hearted son in the world.

When was the last time his son knelt before him for doing something wrong?

It was the first and last time when, at four years old, he had accidentally spilled his coffee. At that time, Frey really thought the world would end and cried before him and his wife. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

It was so adorable.

“T-The thing is…”

Since then, he has never caused any trouble. He always upholds himself with kindness.

“Well…”

“Speak clearly.”

Surely, this time, it was just another trivial matter that he thought was a big deal.

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“So, you mean that everyone here… is pregnant with your child?”

“Yes, yes. But the reason is… to save the world, we had no choice. So…”

Frey explained, his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

“Kania, you too?”

Abraham turned to Kania, who was quietly looking down.

- Nod…

As Kania nodded silently, Abraham asked Irina, who was beside her.

“Irina?”

“Well, I developed the magic, so I know it well… we’re still in the early stages of pregnancy, technically speaking…”

“Princess Clana?”

“Y-Yes… father-in-law…”

“Even you, Isolet?”

“…”

As he asked each one of the girls, the number of daughters-in-law grew, leaving Abraham in a daze. Finally, he turned to Lulu, who was snuggling against Frey.

“You even impregnated the Demon King’s sister?”

“I-I’m just Master’s pet!”

“…Huh.”

“Dad.”

Abraham felt dizzy from Lulu’s declaration of being a pet to his pure and good-natured son.

“What kind of mess is this…?”

As he stood up, holding his head and staggering, Frey and the heroines rushed to him.

“Are you alright?”

“You’re all… my daughters-in-law…?”

- Creak…

At that moment,

A little girl, about waist-high to Frey, opened the door and walked past him.

“I’m

“G-Glare, this isn’t the time…”

“W-Will you hold me today too…?”

She climbed into Frey’s arms, kicking her legs and looking up with an expectant expression.

- Crackle… Crackle…

“F-Father, this is a misunderstanding.”

Abraham’s face turned pale as he saw the scene.

The sword he raised began to emit a terrifying aura.

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Meanwhile.

- Snoop, snoop…

A girl with a white hood, holding a rope and a sack, peeked through the window outside the cabin.

She licked her lips seductively.

“…Thank you for the meal.”

She was none other than Ferloche, the Saintess herself.