This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

Chapter 226 218: Seeck Mohawk

"The fate of hundreds of lives rides on your hands."

Had you ever been told these words?

Combing his hair straight up into a mohawk, one young boy who hadn't been told those words either used a hardening gel on his hair and prepared his main weapon for another day.

He hadn't been told those words either, not those exact ones, but he didn't need to.

No one who held the fate of hundreds of lives needed to. For they felt it.

Seeck Mohawk clenched his fists and slapped his cheeks.

A lot of faith had been put into him by a hero. A hero of generations no less.

But even if it was a nomad who said it, he still wouldn't let them down.

"Foooo…" he exhaled.

It was show time.

***

Luka Rune was forcing himself to smile.

'What did we regress for?'

After hearing those words from his childhood friend, he felt his entire world crumbling down on him. The feelings of loss and grief were immediately switched out with feelings of action.

Not again.

Not even a scratch on anyone.

That was what he wanted.

And at the same time…

"Truth…"

Luka wanted revenge. His chest burned from the feelings of vengeance to the point it was painful to even breath. But he was used to it, so he forced himself to smile.

Two knocks rang out as Luka tapped on the door in front of him.

On it's own, the door twisted and swung open.

"Principal Lushan…"

"Luka Rune, First Year… Have a seat."

Luka was here to find the truth.

***

"Perimeter, secure."

"Windows cleared. Drapes are closed. Conspicuousness, zero."

"Whose that weird Mohawk guy?"

"Uwa, so freaky."

Maybe not zero, but Seeck Mohawk wasn't one to figure that yet.

After checking the surroundings rather suspiciously, Seeck Mohawk dusted himself and walked over to the to inside of the building. The few suspicious gazes that followed him completely shrugged it all off when they saw him put on a hood, that didn't cover his mohawk at all, and walk into the occult research club.

Dozens others wearing long robes and flat hoods filled the dark room. With black curtains hanging from all sides and dozens of glowing, fake magical circles stamped on them all, the room lit by the obscure skull candles gave the perfect vibe of weirdo's gatherings.

Gags would decree that such fools not be associated with real threats.

But when the fools were overplayed and were still threatening, the gag was merely enhanced.

And enhanced this gag was.

'Every single person…'

"Oh hey, you're here, Seeck."

"Oh, Mohawk guy!"

"Ahaha, how are all of you?" Seeck Mohawk replied.

"It's all the blessing of our lord."

"Master Agares will bless us soon."

Every single person in this room was a devil worshipper. A follower that wanted to usher Demon Lord Agares' army smack-dab in the center of the academy grounds.

Scum, all of them.

"Haah, but with the Mohawk here work has been so easy."

"You bet. You must really love the demon lord, huh?"

And he was the worst of them all!

Seeck's mohawk almost fell to the ground as his eyes held in his tears. In his attempt to gain all of their trust, he had sped up their process by leaps and bounds.

He had helped them so much that now.

"Leader is here."

"Ah, leader…"

"Bishop…"

Everyone stood up when the leader of the group walked in through the doors.

Dignified, sharp, he moved to the back of the room like the master he was, his face hidden with a mask.

"Friends," he called. The sound dampening magic activated in the room.

With a wave of his hands, the candles whizzed off and only one remained that lit his face.

"All of you, I come bearing bad news."

A tense air filled the room.

Seeck Mohawk's heart soared in beats. Was he caught? Was it over? Such thoughts filled his mind, but the next words cooled him down.

"Unfortunately, with the magic circle that spans this Island. We might only be able to summon one of Lord Agares' generals and not the lord himself."

These fuckers.

Bad news?

Seeck Mohawk had already heard how crazy the generals were from his benefactor, and to think instead of normal demons, these guys were going to bring an entire general!

"I feel especially bad for you, Mohawk. You have proven yourself excellent. It was the right choice to bring you, even if you act weird in class."

"There's no need, leader," Mohawk answered. The leader was none other than the person his benefactor had pointed at, and his classmate, Jimmy Ferris.

"With that, I would like all of you to continue creating the magic circle for the gate. Ensure that the invisibility magic is certain on the banners, and also that all of them are functioning for when they'll make the magic circle.

The films banners that looked like items used for events was being spread over the club island's entirety under the guise of a large club event.

What they presented as something fun were objects that could create the magic circles required to create a portal to hell. If that wasn't enough, it would also make a different barrier that would stop anything from coming inside to ensure the demons could cross over.

All this…

"Then, please disperse."

Seeck picked up a few banners and bowed to the leader before leaving with the others.

All this had to be told to his benefactor right away.

Sir Dusk must be informed.

At this point, Seeck did not know.

That to open any gate to hell, blood was needed.

Blood of hundreds, thousands even.

All the students inside the island were about to be sacrificed to open the doors alone, and that included him.

And so, with a responsible gait, Seeck Mohawk finished his duties and went to his secret meeting place.

To stop this tragedy.

With the one who would only enhance it.

With Eugene Hall