I Must Create Every Monster Girl Myself Then!!!

Utarou had never been blessed when it came to women.

In his original life his particular interests could only be satisfied through fiction and cosplay.

And he didn’t have the face, money or charasmia to pick up a cute cosplayer girl, nor the drive to settle with such a subpar replacement.

When he was reincarnated, he thought he had been granted a gift from a great kami to find the monster girls of his dreams.

Then he finds out that they don’t exist in this world.

So Utarou had never expected to be in the scenario where he had a woman forcing herself onto him.

Let alone for it to be called a “ritual.”

This wouldn’t be a problem.

If she wasn’t a damnable Elf.

…

30 Minutes Earlier

“So this is Avoitica huh?” Penelope nodded as she looked around the impressively tall and gothic towers, built out of an exquisite black marble.

“I guess, assuming Hans didn’t get us lost” Refus laughed as he noted the various warriors dotting the streets. This city was armed to the teeth with people loyal to the Avoisan Church.

“Are we sure this is the right city?” Utarou pondered as he wondered why a holy city would have so many soldiers.

“I-I didn’t! You guys can read right…” Hans mumbled as he led the group towards the central church.

“They’re just messing with ya! A little bit of what you guys call joshing around.” Penelope teased.

“Y-yeah.” Hans blushed.

“Seriously, why would a church have so many military guys?” Utarou asked genuinely. Penelope and Refus looked at Utarou for a moment.

“He might not be messing with you.” Penelope sighed.

“I take it your old world didn’t have wars then.” Refus shrugged as they turned a corner, suddenly entering a massive courtyard.

Templars of all varieties stood at attention, all keenly aware of the Blessing Being in their presence.

Utarou had sent word of his approach of course, though despite him arriving long before his letter could the Templars had been keenly aware of his approach for some time now.

The Avoisan Church was the single most powerful organization on the continent of Aurora.

And Utarou, despite his status as a blessed being, was openly a heretic.

“Aha! There’s the immortal man himself!” A familiar voice called out. Utarou looked around to see Adam cheerfully approaching.

“Woah, he’s hot.” Penelope remarked unabashedly.

“P-Penelope! We’re in Avoitica!” Hans exclaimed.

“You were thinking it too.” Penelope teased, Hans flustered before ultimately deciding to remain silent.

“A-aha! Hopefully the uh, head you gave the pope was satisfactory?” Utarou asked cautiously, looking around at the other Templars, who were all presumably on a similar level to Adam.

“Not in the slightest! But, the Pope is willing to grant you an audience. Come, we’ve prepared the ritual.” Adam laughed as he placed an arm around Utarou’s shoulder and began dragging him away.

Garf and Rufus both stopped Adam, grabbing his shoulder.

“Hold on a minute, we’re under strict orders to protect him. Where he goes we go.” Rufus exclaimed.

“Y-yeah…” Hans added uncommittedly.

Adam turned around, smile beaming as usual.

“Of course! Forgive my rudeness. How about a little hostage exchange then?” Adam offered.

“W-what?” Utarou remarked.

“Huh?! Since when was this a-”

“I give all of you, including the young witch there, complete access to our library. A thousand years of very flammable history.” Adam explained, interrupting Rufus before he could voice his refusal.

“W-WHAT?! REALLY?!” Penelope squealed as she jumped in front of Garf and Rufus.

“H-huh? What would we want to do with flammable history?” Rufus asked dimly.

“Idiot, if something happens to Utarou we burn it down.” Penelope smirked, smacking her fingers to create a small spark.

“Believe it or not, no heretic's head is worth that much destruction. Of course, it’ll be completely unguarded.” Adam laughed, shouting orders to the other templars.

“S-so you can either let it all burn or you have some back up prepared…?” Utarou asked anxiously.

“Well, backups exist but you’re not worth destroying that much history over it. Consider it a sign of good will and trust!” Adam exclaimed gleefully.

“Mhm…” Utarou muttered as he looked back, seeing that Hans was still following while Penelope ran off, being followed by Garf and Rufus.

“I-I’m with you still!” Hans announced.

“Great.” Utarou sighed.

…

5 Minutes Earlier

“I don’t get why I have to wash myself before meeting the pope. He’ll just be a smelly old dude right?” Utarou groaned as he chatted to Hans in the next stall over.

“Well, cleanliness is next to godliness… I guess.” Hans muttered as he quickly got changed.

“Well whatever, I haven’t had a good bath in too long! Remind me we need to build an onsen in Dryholm.” Utarou declared, emerging from his stall entirely nude. Hans immediately covered his eyes.

“Y-you could've changed in there.” Hans mumbled.

“Bah.” Utarou shirked off.

Quickly getting changed, Utarou strode into what Adam had been calling the “Temple Centuria.”

This is where guests would perform a purifying ritual before discussing anything with the pope.

It was a large domed building, with large windows and stained glass paintings dotting the walls.

At its center, where all the light was directed, a single person standing in the middle of a circle created by deep grooves that let water flow throughout the Temple.

“Only the blessed being may come any further.” The person said, it was a woman's voice.

Hans looked at Utarou who simply shrugged.

“It’ll be fine… probably.”

Utarou approached the woman, she was wearing a large green hood decorated in the churches symbol, her shoulders were exposed and the sleeves of her jacket were massive.

Once Utarou entered the circle, she turned around, revealing her glistening silver hair, her tired eyes and incredibly youthful appearance.

But Utarou only noticed one thing.

“KNIFE EARS!” Utarou shouted, immediately trying to leap back as the woman took her hood off, revealing a headband and letting her long elven ears free.

Utarou found himself hitting an invisible barrier, turning back to see Hans looked to be frozen in time.

“Now that’s not very nice, saying slurs.” The elf tutted sarcastically, her voice was smooth and slow like an elegant waltz.

“What have you done?!” Utarou shouted angrily as he tried to claw his way up and out of the barrier.

The elf sighed.

“Relax, from everything I’ve heard you’ll enjoy this ritual~” The elf said with a smug expression, dropping her clothes in a moment to reveal a few things.

Her body was gorgeous, proportions shaped by god himself, or just a gifted figurine sculptor.

Second, it was covered in bandages and scars, small knicks and scratches that hadn’t quite healed.

Thirdly, despite Utarou’s head being filled with rage at the idea, his little Utarou had gone rogue.

…

3 and a Half Shameful Minutes Later

Hans blinked, and Utarou had gone from standing on one side of the circle to the other, looking incredibly disgruntled while the elf hadn’t moved an inch.

“H-huh?” Hans exclaimed.

“You may now approach young… man.” The elf paused, turning her head to check Hans before deciding a gender.

“You’re not gonna do him as well are you?” Utarou asked grumplily adjusting his pants.

“No no, the ritual only applies to blessed beings.” The elf explained.

“You must be an experienced hag then. How long have you been doing this for the church?” Utarou snided.

“Oh, I only started the ritual today.” The elf smirked.

“WHAT?! The pope would let you do that?!” Utarou exclaimed indignantly. The elf thought for a moment.

“Hmm, I don’t see why they wouldn’t.” The elf said with an airy tone as she walked towards a nearby elevated throne.

“Well I’m going to complain directly to the man himself!” Utarou announced, causing the elf to laugh as she walked up the throne to sit down.

“Well, perhaps I should introduce myself properly now.” The elf laughed softly as she sat down cross legged on the throne.

“I’m Ghaeltifts Au Neiva. The Pope of the Avosian Church.”

“Of course… Of course.” Utarou hissed as Hans looked between Ghaeltifts and Utarou, entirely baffled by what had could’ve possibly happened.

“W-what?” Hans asked, entirely lost.

“OF COURSE THE CHURCH IS GOING TO BE LED BY A DAMNABLE KNIFE EARED HAG!” Utarou screamed indignantly.

Across the cathedral, Penelope heard the rumbling of Utarou’s shout and looked up for a moment, before quickly returning to her book of magic fundamentals, writing as much down as she could.

“Sounds like Utarou’s going to be finished soon…” Penelope muttered as she wrote like her life depended on it.