I Became a Stalker in a Yandere Dating Sim

102. Is it all because of you?

A passage and atmosphere that show that technological advancement isn’t necessarily a good thing.

It was bright enough to be hard to see as a hotbed of crime, yet somehow twisted.

There were more than a few buildings and alleys like that, and the people walking those streets exuded something unusual.

Among them, I headed straight for a bluish building that radiated the most extraordinary atmosphere.

Was the building trying to hide those who entered?

“You’ve come.”

“Hahaha~ What’s with that ridiculous disguise? Of all things, you chose something so common it’s practically rolling around in the street?”

As Rocker stepped into the building with the others, he immediately faced the leader of the Tantalus and a clown in a bar that seemed to sell expensive liquor.

Naturally, they sat comfortably, as if to say there was no hostility, looking over at him invitingly.

However, the clown’s subtle gaze and actions, as if suggesting he should have a drink too, caught him off guard.

“I need to keep my wits about me, but alcohol…”

“Hahaha~ Who told you to pour yourself a drink? Just fill one up!”

Reacting to the clown’s gesture of handing over an empty glass, Rocker was taken aback by the sudden demand to serve drinks, and with a sullen expression, he pulled something from his inventory.

There was certainly whiskey next to the clown, but Rocker took something else and poured it into her large glass filled with ice.

“…Wow, I’ve never had someone pour me barley tea before.”

Thanks to that, the clown looked at Rocker with an even more incredulous expression.

Is this what it means to be made more incredulous by someone who already seems ridiculous?

“Have you prepared the request as scheduled?”

“Yes. Please place the seal here in front of you.”

Grumbling, Rocker approached the leader of the Tantalus, received his seal and the seals from the others, and placed them on the circular pattern in front of the table where the leader was seated.

“The request is to investigate the lowest level of the living dungeon of the Oparts and secure artifacts. The deadline is one week.”

No sooner had the leader of the Tantalus finished speaking than something was engraved on the card-shaped seal, and various information was added within it.

“I originally intended to gain access to the Thieves’ Guild through the completion of that request… but it turns out the lowest level is the main street of the Thieves’ Guild?”

Rocker had intentionally taken the request to gain authority to catch the Thieves’ Guild, but now that it was unnecessary, he wondered what to do with the authority as he received the seal again.

“…Be careful, as the movements of the Thieves’ Guild and those worshippers you drank with recently have been strange.”

The leader of the Tantalus gazed at him with a sharp, emotionless look, like a blade that gleamed with intent.

If she weren’t the kind of person she was, accessing the Oparts dungeon might have been impossible.

No matter how much VIP authority he had on the Black Web.

Without the level of a massive organization, one couldn’t obtain that position or access rights.

“Erin, you should thank that person over there.”

“Suddenly?”

With a bewildered Erin in tow, they soon reached their destination: the Opats Dungeon, which was, quite literally…

“!!!! Is this what an ancient ruin looks like??? This is a dungeon that has existed since ancient times??”

It was enough to leave the likes of Erin, a wizard or an alchemist, utterly flabbergasted.

Erin, who was in such a frenzy that it felt like she might die from excitement, was pacing back and forth before finally collapsing to the ground.

“Is this really an ancient artifact???”

Her reaction was so intense that one might wonder if she would naturally perish if she went inside after already collapsing at the entrance.

‘Well, if a wizard comes here, they would be so excited that the amount of text would be overwhelming.’

Recalling the struggles of having to hit the skip button in this work, I lifted Erin up again, cradling her by the side.

For some reason, I felt the envious gazes of others upon us, but I chose to ignore it.

“Hey, just let me look around a bit more!!”

“Ugh… what are you going to do if you get all dizzy just from the surface?”

It was literally just the exterior of the dungeon that Erin was seeing, yet she was flailing about like an ant mesmerized by sugar water, and I couldn’t help but sigh.

It was understandable, considering that Erin was encountering ancient relics that were actively negating and correcting her accumulated knowledge of magic and alchemy, leaving her in a state of utter madness.

To put it simply, it felt like someone who had been rambling about coordinate systems suddenly encountering not just a ghost, but a malevolent deity—something like that, anyway.

For now, in order to push Erin’s growth to its limits, Roxer moved forward, feeling his way through the interior of the dungeon he had explored dozens of times before.

In stark contrast to the weathering that proved the dungeon’s age, the foundations were so magnificent that Erin’s gasps of awe and lamentation were unending.

“To think such incredible things are buried here… Hah… this should be known to the world, but why are villains lurking in such a shabby place….”

She was so awestruck that she began to express dissatisfaction at the fact that only underworld figures could access such a place.

“Right? For a shabby place, this is pretty amazing.”

Rika nodded in agreement, crossing her arms.

“See? Right?? You think so too, Rika?”

“Yeah, that’s right. But who exactly is our dear friend who seems to know every inch of this precious place in such a shabby location?”

“Huh?? Now that you mention it, that’s true??”

All eyes turned to Roxer as they engaged in conversation.

Had Rika grown tired of sharply questioning the source of knowledge lately, or had she simply decided to enjoy it?

“There’s a way to know everything, you see. This much is basic.”

He seemed to have decided to be brazen about it, showing no concern.

“Oh? So we’re the ones who don’t know the basics?”

“Surely, this isn’t the only thing you don’t know…”

Rika, attempting a direct confrontation, spoke in a sharp tone, and I responded straightforwardly.

“Wow, that’s impressive! Did you think it would turn out like this if you spoke like that? Or did you really not know?”

“Ugh—! Stop pinching me already!!”

Thanks to that, I let out a scream as she grabbed my side.

Seeing that, Rika seemed to lighten up a bit, chuckling softly as she leaned closer.

“You really don’t know anything, do you?”

Now, she approached me without hesitation, smiling sweetly like a lover.

For a moment, I was almost taken aback by Rika’s smile, which made me wonder if she was flirting again.

“Then why is it that you know everything except for my feelings?”

Immediately following that, Rika’s hand gently came up to my cheek, softly caressing my face and neck as if checking my pulse.

Her eyes, blooming red between her long lashes, met mine, as if to say, “Don’t lie to me.”

After spending some time keeping a distance, her sudden closeness felt refreshing.

“Then I know all your feelings.”

“Well, of course, you don’t know what I… what?”

I usually dodged or brushed off such responses, but when I confronted her directly, Rika seemed flustered.

“You want to go to the bathroom, right?”

“Just go die somewhere.”

For a while, someone’s scream echoed through the dungeon.

To soothe the genuinely upset Rika, I followed her command to carry her, claiming my legs were tired.

Thanks to that, Erin, now free, couldn’t help but marvel the entire way.

However, she felt a twinge in her heart at the thought of Roksar putting her down and then carrying another woman.

“Wow!!! No way! The idea I was only imagining already existed in ancient times!?”

Maybe because of that, Erin exaggerated her admiration even more.

The problem was that Ciel, who was incredibly perceptive, and Jane, who had dealt with many lovestruck girls, were right beside her.

For some reason, a pitying gaze returned to Erin.

“….Ugh….”

Being a woman herself, Erin understood what their looks meant.

As if to comfort her, Jane and Ciel gently patted her.

However, to someone who had no way of knowing, it seemed like a woman obsessed with relics was receiving pitying looks and feeling embarrassed, as if it were a headache.

—

It seemed as if they were offering comfort, as if to feed him once more.

“Jane, Ciel. No matter how crazy Erin gets, isn’t it a bit much to look on with a pitying expression and offer comfort…?”

Rokser stared at them in shock, his expression one of disbelief.

Ciel was such a masochist that it wouldn’t have been strange for her to have more sides to her, but seeing kind-hearted Jane act so cruelly was a bit of a shock.

In an instant, Jane grasped the situation and understood why the other girls were so outraged by Rokser’s actions.

“You’re the worst, you b*stard!!!”

“I went out of my way to support you!?”

Erin’s pathetic hectopascal kick landed on his thigh.

The attack, filled with a woman’s resentment, was as sharp as a finely honed ice dagger.

Of course, for Rokser, who excelled in close combat, it was like someone casually tossing a half-frozen ice cube from a water cooler.

“I really can’t understand… Do you know what’s going on in girls’ heads?”

Rokser looked at Erin’s back, who was now huffing in frustration, with a genuinely perplexed expression.

“Hmph!!! I’ve figured out enough about this place that I can get around without you now!!!”

Whether Erin was a genius or not, she continued, explaining how the structure of the dungeon and the materials used were all organically composed and interacted as a massive collection of magical energy.

“Really… she’s an amazing girl, but what a terrible personality.”

“Hey! What do you know about my personality!?”

“Oh dear, how did Erin end up being so rude to the benefactor who saved her life? Jane.”

At Rokser’s question, Jane hesitated, contemplating whether to say it was all your fault.