I Was Reincarnated as a Nameless Combatant in a Japanese-style Fantasy Depressive Erotic Game, but the Women Around Me Are All Dangerous, and I Have a Bad Feeling about It

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　”…!!”

　Without thinking, she reached out to the spare clothes hanging there.
Embracing it tightly, despite its weight with the metallic thread, she buried her face and took a deep breath through her nose.
She could still sense his lingering scent even after washing it.

　”Suuhh…
Haa”

　And then, she continued to repeat the action of embracing and sniffing the clothing.
It was more of a childlike behavior rather than an expression of affection.
As a half-youkai, Shiro had excellent senses, especially her sense of smell.
The loneliness of her companions' absence combined with the sensitivity to the scent, driving her impulse to seek comfort through the familiar scent.

　On the other hand, it wasn't solely driven by affection…

　”…?”

　How long had she been doing this? She suddenly felt her fox ears on the top of her head twitching.
She couldn't fathom the reason but felt an ominous presence.
For a moment, she hesitated in her judgment, but then returned the clothing gently and quietly left the tent.

　”Huh? What happened…?”

　Everything she saw appeared white.
She couldn't comprehend what was happening, but as she realized that the white mist creeping throughout the camp had a clear intention and purpose, she involuntarily gasped.
After all, it would make sense, wouldn't it? The phenomenon was unfolding with distinct purpose, as if disguising itself as a natural occurrence.
It couldn't possibly be benign.

　”Why? Why do I…?”

　Her thoughts were interrupted, and she was perplexed.
How did she know? How could she assert such things? It was as if she had experienced it before…? But before she could ponder further, her thoughts were interrupted again, this time by a piercing scream.

　”Gyaaaahhhh!!”

　”Huh?”

　A grotesque sound as if something was being torn apart, followed by screams, and then the sounds of crunching and flesh being torn apart, echoed through the deep fog.
In the midst of the opaque fog, panic, fear, and despair were intermingled, and Shiro trembled in fright.
Although she didn't know exactly what was happening, she understood one thing clearly.

　They were under attack.

　”…!!”

　Immediately, Shiro tried to make the best decision.
She knew that she would be defenseless and vulnerable if she stayed exposed like this in the open field.
If they were under attack, there was no use just waiting to be assaulted and eventually killed.

　She turned toward the tent she was in earlier, intending to hide inside and take cover, when…

　”Oh my, oh my, oh my? Shiroki-san, where are you heading?”

　”Huh…?”

　Suddenly, a carefree and playful voice resounded, and Shiro stopped in her tracks.
She was dumbfounded as she slowly turned around and caught sight of a petite and slender figure standing behind her.

　'Ahahaha, long time no see, Shiraki-san.
How many days has it been? Have you been preparing something with this group? In that case, my apologies.'

　The woman, dressed in ceremonial attire reminiscent of the people on the continent, spoke cheerfully in a light tone.
She appeared to be no older than twenty.
With amber hair cascading down and almond-shaped eyes glistening with a bluish light, she possessed an enchanting and youthful beauty, one that was both alluring and bewitching, as if she was sculpted solely to captivate men.

　”You are…”

　'Oh my, but since we have this opportunity to talk without any pretense, wouldn't it be nice for you to be more cooperative? After all, you've been warned by Kurorei Big Sister that such an uncooperative attitude is not good!'

　Who was she? What was her purpose? Before Shiro could entertain her doubts, the woman continued, incessantly and one-sidedly, without giving her any chance to speak.
Shiro struggled to understand her words, trying to process the information being presented to her.

　This person knew about her, and she mentioned the black fox.
Could this person possibly be someone she or her sister knew…?

　”……”

　'Ah, I see.
You seem to be taken aback.
That's a bit sad.
Haven't we played together a few times before? At the human games in Atsuya? It was quite an exciting match, wasn't it? I was surprised.
You were quite bold to do that for the first time.
Everyone's scores were so close, and in the end, big sister had to be the judge, right?'

　What was she talking about? Atsuya? Human games? Wait, she felt some familiarity with those words.
Certain memories and images flashed through her mind.
She grasped at the fragments of her memory, but it overwhelmed her, causing a wave of nausea.
Shiro instinctively covered her mouth with her small hands, her face turned pale as she gasped for air, feeling tremors all over her body.
She couldn't care about the mud beneath her knees; she knelt to the ground, shaking and wide-eyed, trying to comprehend.

　It was remnants of memories buried deep within her consciousness.
A fragment.
The white half-youkai fox, a servant to the second princess of the Onitsuki family, was born as a part of the abominable calamity youkai, a manifestation of her evil nature, gathering the human-like elements and naive traits to be discarded as a defective fragment…
However, it was undoubtedly still a part of the calamity youkai, Korishiraki.

　The evil youkai fox, Korishiraki, had committed countless atrocities, and she couldn't possibly be ignorant of them.

　”Ah-ah-ah-ah! Blaargh…!”

　Since the lunch earlier, she hadn't eaten much, and fortunately, only stomach acid was expelled from her mouth.
She continued to gag, vomit, and shed tears, huddled on the ground.
Sweat poured down her forehead as her heart pounded fiercely.