Establishing an orphanage.
It will take the form of a satellite school—an orphanage where children will grow up and mature while living in the dormitory.
The idea isn’t to gather children from all across the continent into separate orphanages to make them compete and fight, and ultimately select a single outstanding talent to enter Esdinas Academy—
But rather, to genuinely raise and nurture them, helping them grow into contributing members of society.
So then, what is needed to run such an orphanage?
First and foremost, there must be children to care for.
And that is more than feasible to procure.
Sadly, the world is full of orphans, so gathering abandoned children is entirely possible.
In fact, it could even become troublesome if there are too many children.
If word spreads that Esdinas Academy is seriously running orphanages, some might think it’s the fast-track to entering the main academy—so much so that they might fabricate orphanhood and dump otherwise fine children into the system.
– Father. Did you call for me?
– From this moment on, you are an orphan.
– …What?
– Do you want to enter the satellite school as a child abandoned by a noble family, or as a bastard child raised as a servant of the household?
– Wait, what are you even saying…!
– Even if it’s a satellite school, you have to get into Esdinas Academy! By any means! Otherwise, do you think you’ll ever become part of the Esdinas Cartel?!
That kind of environment is likely to arise at first.
And initially, it won’t be easy to prevent such things from happening.
– At last, it’s time to leave the satellite school and enter Esdinas Academy… Hmm?
– Father, I shall marry the commoner Maria, whom I love. From now on, I shall live as a commoner, not a noble, with the woman I love.
– Y-You…! Guhk!
But over time, as it becomes clear that graduating from the satellite school doesn’t directly lead to enrollment in Esdinas Academy, the orphanages will evolve into genuine welfare institutions—caring for children abandoned for one reason or another.
Eventually, there might even be parents who abandon children they simply can’t handle anymore—but it will be the role of the Esdinas satellite schools to guarantee that sort of humane and moral welfare.
‘With this as the foundation, we must seize the opportunity to take the role of raising children away from the Church of the Goddess.’
These satellite schools will raise children from an early age, feeding them, sheltering them, and teaching them sound values.
Not blind devotion to the Church of the Goddess, but rather an understanding that, in order for people to live in this world, mutual respect and trust among individuals is what truly allows them to survive.
Love.
Even if they did not receive love from their parents—even if they weren’t born from love—there will be those who can show them that love still exists in the world.
So then, what else is necessary?
People who can teach them that love.
And those people will be—
“Graduate students.”
“…?”
Instructor Kadisha tilted her head.
“You want to send graduate students, not as researchers, but as caretakers to the satellite schools? I’m sorry, I’m just not quite following.”
“If we’re genuinely running an orphanage, then only someone truly saintly and compassionate could manage it properly.”
“And graduate students are different?”
“Yes. Graduate students… when they have research data, they treasure and obsess over it more than their own children. They’ll care for their test subjects even more dearly than their offspring.”
“This is starting to sound dangerously problematic… but I suppose I should hear you out. You’re not the kind of person to spout nonsense lightly.”
Instructor Kadisha straightened her posture and gestured to the side.
“Since Miss Shuri is here too, shall we try projecting an illusion of what a satellite school might look like?”
“M-Me…?”
Startled, Shuri, who had been projecting various illusions in Kadisha’s lab, reacted with a jolt.
“U-Um, after I finish Instructor Kadisha’s research…”
She was taping a hand-drawn picture onto a magical barrier infused with angelic power.
“What’s the research?”
“Ah, well…”
“Nothing special. As you can see, I was just wondering what would happen if angels were trapped in a drawing that only showed muscle-bound men.”
“…”
A picture begins to form.
A hexagon-shaped case.
Inside, no matter how hard one tries, they can’t escape the barrier. The despair is overwhelming.
And the walls? Covered in overly muscular male characters.
Not the chiseled gym-trainer kind you’d see in fitness profiles, but the kind you’d only see in BL stories.
You know the type—sharp-jawed like a northern duke, with pale skin and bodies of pure muscle.
An angel trapped in a barrier lined with those men? At first, they’d go insane and scream in anguish.
But eventually… they might come to accept some strange new sensation.
“Forgive me. This research might play a more important role in saving humanity. I shouldn’t have forced you to focus on my work.”
“N-No! I was joking when I said it was research! It’s just that…”
“It’s not a joke, Shuri. This is a serious analysis of magical pattern recognition.”
“…A study where the angel’s soul is surrounded entirely by gay memes—Cough, I mean!”
Shuri cleared her throat and glanced nervously at me.
Probably because the infamous drawings weren’t something she found online—they were all drawn by her.
“It’s alright, Miss Shuri. I think it’s perfectly fine to do that kind of thing to the angels with those drawings.”
“I-Is that so…?”
“Of course. For that, we could even invite real people with those preferences from outside the Academy to give demonstrations—how they pose, how they act. Naturally, we’re not showing any nudity or anything like that.”
Even the invited gay men would likely be stunned.
What if their personal happy times became the cornerstone for preventing the Apocalypse?
And if it goes even further—if the angels end up dukyung-dukyung-deukyung-bakyung-ing from the touch of their bodies, eventually becoming Fallen Angels?
“Miss Shuri. If you’re okay with it… I don’t think it would be a bad idea to remove the barrier here.”
“G-Good heavens… Do we have to go that far, just to subdue the angels…?”
“You’ve seen what kind of beings angels are. In the end, there are only two ways to truly defeat them. One: make them self-destruct like the last batch. Two: corrupt them.”
“…That definitely falls into the category of corruption.”
Shuri scanned the muscular men in her illustrations, then carefully re-taped the picture to the barrier so it wouldn’t fall.
“Got it. I’ll use it for reference. No matter the angel, I’ll draw an image that forces them to feel physical desire for men—something so inescapable that they’ll have to choose between self-destruction or corruption!”
“That’s the spirit.”
If someone pressed the “500 million years” button, and the only content they could enjoy inside was “U-WAA~”, what kind of feelings would they have toward men once they came out?
“Hey, you don’t think that could become a problem?”
“Oh, it absolutely could… obviously.”
“Let’s say the angels do fall. Even so, would there really be men willing to offer them pleasure after they’ve turned into fallen angels?”
“…That’s an unexpected question, but there are two solutions.”
One.
“Even poison tastes like cool water if you don’t know it’s poison.”
“So… you wouldn’t tell them?”
“Even if the fallen angel truly had those kinds of desires, their body is still a woman’s. Not talking about possession—just their actual physical form.”
As long as the man doesn’t know, it’s fine.
Bury the uncomfortable truth. As long as there’s happiness and pleasure, that’s enough.
“All paths lead to Kyun-Kyun. No matter the mind, a female becomes a woman, and a woman becomes a mother.”
“…”
“And the second method: among men who swing that way, there are those who wield dual blades.”
“Dual blades…?”
“Not all men are attracted only to men. Some love across genders—no discrimination.”
In other words: BIs.
“They’d say, ‘Actually, I’m into this,’ and embrace the angels willingly.”
“…My head hurts.”
“In the end, it’s the nature of angels that creates this environment. To overcome such beings… we need a definitive solution.”
I gestured toward the bed.
“Would you like to lie down? I’ll show you—through hypnosis—the ideal orphanage I envision.”
“…Feels weird jumping from grad students and gay jokes to this, but…”
“Just take a look. Shuri, don’t try to sketch anything—just observe. I’ll show it to you as many times as needed.”
“O-Okay!”
I snapped my fingers toward the faces of the two lying on the bed.
“Welcome… to the world of dreams.”
Hypnosis.
For a moment, it’s Regif’s time.
* * *
Beep beep… beep.
“This place is…?”
“Huh?”
The two girls woke up in a bed.
“Uh…”
“Instructor Kadisha?”
“Shuri…? What is this…?”
They had become 10-year-old girls, wearing only thin white dresses that resembled nightgowns.
And then—
Rumble—
A sliding door vanished into the wall, opening automatically to reveal a young man standing outside.
“Mr. Phoenix…?”
“Yes. It’s me. Welcome. This is my laboratory.”
The young man gave them a bright smile.
“A place… where we cultivate [Great Assets].”
