I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 15

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Chapter 15
Still, I sold it to the Count because he was a good man.
Rather than succumb to grief over losing his beloved wife, the Count did as he and she had done in life—he helped others.
Either way, we made a great deal of money from it, so it was a good outcome.
Sirius needed to taste what money could buy. Fine equipment, three good meals a day, a soft bed to sleep in—these things mattered.
How else could anyone endure in a world like this?
-Adventurer, where do you go from here? Ah, would you stay the night at the Count’s manor? The beds are wonderfully soft.
-That won’t be necessary. I’ll return to the inn where we were staying.
-Very well, then. I’ll have a carriage prepared. I do wish we could talk longer.
Inside the carriage on the way back, Vega slept, leaning against Sirius’s shoulder.
-Are you watching?
There was no one around him.
Who was he asking?
His tone was far too formal for that.
Wait. Could he mean me?
He’d spoken to me for the first time. At last, he acknowledged my existence.
[ │ ᐕ)ﾉ ]
When I sent a message, Sirius looked startled—as if he hadn’t truly expected me to reply.
-Are you feeling better?
[ ( ・_・)? ]
-You seemed displeased when your Contractor was disrespected.
He must have asked because I’d forced the Gatekeeper to apologize earlier.
But his tone somehow made it sound like I’d made him apologize for insulting your toy.
[​ ｡°(っ°´o`°ｃ)°｡ ]
Sirius flinched at the emoticon. Only his lips moved, as if he didn’t know what to say.
People deserve respect. It shouldn’t matter what station they hold.
Sirius seemed unaware of this obvious truth.
[Mission]
[Tell him that you deserve respect.]
[Mission Success Reward: Bread ×1]
-You deserve to be respected.
[Your Contractor, the Listener Who Draws Wishes, has terminated this Mission arbitrarily.]
[Mission]
[Say: “I deserve respect.”]
[Mission Success Reward: Bread ×1]
-I deserve respect.
[Mission Success! Reward granted!]
[Bread ×1]
The sudden Mission left Sirius confused. Seeing him like that—as if he didn’t believe he deserved respect—broke my heart.
You were born to be loved.
Love yourself.
* * *
The next day, Bluebird pocketed a tidy sum. He grinned widely as he spoke.
-You certainly held your own in front of nobility without backing down. Would you have any interest in working with me?
-None whatsoever.
Bluebird made a disappointed face.
I expected Sirius to leave then, but he didn’t.
-Might you tell me what sort of information you deal in?
Was there something Bluebird wanted to know?
-Just ask away.
The playful smile on Bluebird’s face seemed trustworthy.
-I require a Map reflecting the current state of the world.
A Map—yes, we did need one.
I only knew the names of the regions where incidents occurred, not where they actually lay.
Had I been unconsciously using Sirius as a human GPS? I’d always assumed he’d simply know where to go.
But what exactly did he mean by a Map reflecting the current state of the world?
-That’s no trouble at all. I’ll draw one for you myself.
Bluebird pulled out Parchment with a Map already drawn on it and began sketching something with his Quill Pen.
As Sirius’s gaze fixed on the Map, its contents became visible to me as well. Then I understood why he’d requested a custom Map.
Across the Map were written desperate words.
A harbor town swallowed by tsunami, farmland ruled by monsters, a forest burned to ash.
Seeing the world’s condition with my own eyes, I realized it was far more grave than I’d imagined.
“Consider this a gift from us. Is there anything else you’d like to see?”
“No. Nothing else.”
“Then I hope we’ll meet again next time.”
With that, I’d established relations with the Merchant Company.
Though I’d spent more coin than my initial plan called for, I’d apparently bought enough goodwill in return.
Now came the next task…….
[Mission]
[Purchase armor.]
[Reward: Bread ×1]
Time to spend money!
I could have purchased some “worn-out” equipment from the donation shop and sent it as a gift.
But I couldn’t do it. The look was just too ugly.
The novel never described old equipment designs as being this hideous, so I hadn’t known until now.
Even the Listener seemed to sense how unsightly it was—they didn’t donate a helmet.
If we’d put that helmet on that armor, he’d have looked like a tin robot.
At least his face needs to show, or no one will recognize him as human.
When Sirius returned to the shop, Vega was waiting there, examining merchandise with sparkling eyes.
“Is there something you’d like?”
“Oh, ah, no. It’s just so cute…….”
“Now that we have funds, I can buy you whatever you’d like.”
“Really, it’s fine……! Besides, I won’t have any use for something like this…….”
“But wouldn’t receiving a gift make you happy?”
The shopkeeper cut into their conversation. When their gaze fell on him, he shrugged as though it were nothing.
“I’ll take this one.”
“I, well…….”
In the end, Sirius bought the trinket where Vega’s eyes had lingered longest. Vega blushed crimson, too embarrassed to speak.
Well done, Sirius! Even without my prompting, you’re earning affection naturally!
“Yes, thank you! Please give this precious gift to your dear sibling!”
“P, precious…….”
Vega fiddled with the Chick Doll Sirius had given her, unsure what to do with herself.
Sirius paid for the doll, and it became Vega’s. The squished little chick bore such a striking resemblance to her that it was endearing.
“Now I must go purchase the items the god commanded me to buy.”
“Yes, eh? Does the god give you such orders?”
Sirius nodded in response, and the two of them made their way toward the equipment shop for adventurers.
Sirius placed his hand above one piece of armor.
[ ( -᷅_-᷄) ]
He immediately withdrew his hand and moved elsewhere. Vega, watching Sirius repeat this process several times, tilted her head.
“Hmm? What are you doing?”
“The god is choosing armor for me.”
“Really? Truly?”
What I’m doing now is fashion enthusiast gameplay—a gaming staple I can’t live without.
Of course, this wasn’t a game, but the situation was similar enough that I decided to think of it that way.
Fashion enthusiast gameplay means dressing up your game character’s appearance and enjoying it.
While that face would look acceptable in anything, as someone who spends more money on in-game character costumes than on my own clothes, I couldn’t accept this.
That hood needs to go immediately.
Sirius and Vega visited several shops in search of something that would pass muster, but finding worthy clothes proved difficult.
[ ٩( ᐢ-ᐢ )و​ ]
But humans are creatures who eventually succeed.
“Wow! It looks like it would suit you wonderfully.”
If even Vega said so, then the matter was settled. Sirius followed the shopkeeper into the fitting room.
It looked difficult to put on, yet it didn’t take long for Sirius to emerge.
The moment I saw Sirius in the Uniform, I jumped to my feet inside and applauded.
The unadorned garment suited him perfectly. It accentuated his broad shoulders and that enviable waistline.
The lower half didn’t disappoint either. Whatever sorcery was at work, those magnificent legs were on full display.
It was like giving wings to a lion.
Sirius flexed his arms and legs repeatedly, as if testing the garment’s mobility. Even the fabric’s creases as he moved were beautiful.
“It really suits you!”
Vega, apparently sharing my opinion, gazed at Sirius with sparkling eyes.
Thank you for picking out such good armor for me.
Oh, right—I should’ve told you it suits you well, but I’ve been glued to the screen this whole time.
[ (ゝω´･)b⌒☆ ]
I could choose your outfits a hundred times over and never tire of it……
If this weren’t a post-apocalyptic world, I’d pick clothes made purely for style. What a shame.
[Mission Success! Reward dispensed!]
[Bread ×1]
But why aren’t you buying clothes for Vega?
Vega’s clothes were purchased from an expensive shop from the start.
For the record, I never picked the shop. It was all Sirius’s choice, apparently.
He wears his own clothes carelessly, yet he bought expensive ones for a child he’d only just met.
How can a person be like this?
“Oh!”
At the startled sound of Hammy’s voice, I focused on the screen and saw Sirius suddenly drawing his sword.
What’s he doing? Is he about to dance with his blade to celebrate his new wardrobe?
Of course not. He simply slashed his own arm.
I screamed internally. It happened before I could even send an emoticon.
—The durability is excellent.
Ah. It was a durability test.
But who does a test that violently?

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