I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16
I ran my fingers along Sirius’s arm. True to his word, not a single mark remained where the blade had scraped across his skin.
Wow, it seems the divine have a discerning eye for quality.
No. I was just judging by appearances.
I couldn’t meet Vega’s gleaming gaze—something about deceiving him made me uneasy.
Anyway, now that I’ve finished admiring the outfit, let’s move on to the next phase.
[Mission]
[Discard the “Old Sword” given to you by the “Listener Who Draws Diagonal Lines” and purchase a new weapon.]
[Reward: Bread ×1]
Most people would probably prioritize getting their weapon fitted first, but the world had people like me in it too.
I wondered if I’d face less scorn if I at least changed into different clothes. It was a sad world where one’s social standing was judged by the rags on your back, but there was no helping it if you wanted to move about in peace.
But why was Sirius just standing there?
Even after confirming the Mission, he hadn’t moved from his spot.
Wondering if something was wrong, I kept my eyes on the screen—and then he spoke.
May I refuse this trial?
[ ( ᐛ )? ]
I cannot discard something bestowed upon me by the divine.
Oh… it is touching, I admit, but I really wish you’d throw it away.
Hearing Sirius’s words, Vega’s eyes went wide. In this world, it seemed the act of discarding something given by a god simply didn’t exist.
Surely you don’t mean the divine asked you to discard… a Sacred Relic?
Sirius nodded, and Vega’s mouth fell silent.
A Sacred Relic? That shabby sword?
It looked like something I’d just picked up off the roadside.
But both of them seemed to view it as a legendary blade of the highest caliber.
Sirius looked at the floating Mission window once more, then examined his own sword.
With a bit of work, it should serve without issue.
No. It’s not worth it. Get rid of it.
But Sirius’s resolve seemed unshakeable.
After some thought, I decided to respect his wishes. I couldn’t force him to do something he clearly didn’t want to do.
[ ( ᐛ) (　 ᐕ)₎₎ ]
Thank you.
[Your contractor “Sirius” has refused the Mission.]
It was surprising, though. I’d never thought Sirius would refuse such a trivial Mission. I figured he’d accept just about anything.
I suppose I could be forgiven for mistaking him for a yes-man. In the novel, the Listener couldn’t refuse.
Still, it was strange. It couldn’t be easy to refuse a Mission from a god. What if I suddenly changed my mind and demanded, “How dare a mortal defy me?” What then?
Of course, I had no such intention.
Then I shall head to the Blacksmith Shop.
The moment Sirius stepped out from in front of the equipment shop and onto the main street, every eye turned toward him. Men and women, young and old—all stared.
Now he looked like the scion of a noble house. He was no longer merely a devastatingly handsome Adventurer.
As we’d seen with the doorkeeper incident, humble-looking Adventurers tended to be looked down upon by those with any wealth or status.
To explain the Adventurers mentioned before: in most fantasy novels, they occupied a position similar to mercenaries.
They entered Dungeons searching for valuable items. If I had to use a comparison from this world, they were like Hunters.
There existed a hierarchy among Adventurers. They weren’t divided into rankings like F-class or S-class, but they could prove their worth through strength and resources.
Naturally, if one had money, there was no need to become an Adventurer. Adventurers had to venture into dangerous Dungeons at their own peril, and little honor came with the work.
There was a tendency to view Adventurers as broke people trying to strike it rich by stumbling upon one expensive item.
So what of a wealthy Adventurer? Someone who seized wealth through their own strength, acquiring rare treasures others could never obtain.
Those who, even after gaining wealth, chose to remain Adventurers were peculiar indeed. Some did it for show, to dazzle others; others pursued the thrill of Dungeons and continued the work for that excitement alone.
Of course, most Adventurers were far from wealthy. The typical Adventurer wore cheap armor like what Sirius had worn before.
Now, Sirius had finally become an Adventurer befitting his true standing.
Perhaps he’d need even finer clothes than this.
The Blacksmith Shop wasn’t far; Sirius was soon freed from his ordeal of stares. The Blacksmith examined the Old Sword Sirius handed over with keen interest.
Oh, this is the oldest blade I’ve ever seen. Was this something your grandfather’s grandfather used?
No.
If it’s that old, please just throw it away. The sword seems to be begging for mercy.
The Blacksmith laughed good-naturedly, a warm chuckle.
Well, there must be some story behind it. I’ll do my very best.
There’s no story. I’d appreciate it if you’d simply declare this patient beyond saving. Then perhaps Sirius would accept it?
Huh, this turned out beautifully. I’d better ask for a hefty tip!
I had no idea what he’d done, but that decrepit blade now gleamed like new. Despite watching him work the entire time, I found myself wondering if he’d switched it out without me noticing.
And so, behold: the Super Deluxe Sword!
Don’t go giving other people’s swords ridiculous names.
Sirius examined the blade he’d received.
[Old Sword (Repaired)]
[Somewhat usable now.]
It looked acceptable on the surface, but judging by the description, it was still rather poor quality.
In any case, the weapon problem was solved. Time to move forward.
I issued another Mission.
Following my instructions, the two of them visited the Pharmacy and the Magic Shop. Beyond what I’d asked him to buy, Sirius purchased several other useful items and stored them in his Inventory.
What a busy day it had been. The sky was already flushed with sunset.
They’d be hungry by now, surely. Time to feed them.
[Mission]
[Dine with Vega at the most famous restaurant in the area and order the most expensive dish.]
[Reward: Bread ×1]
Upon reading the Mission, Sirius’s expression betrayed confusion. He seemed unable to grasp the purpose behind it.
What other purpose could there be besides eating something expensive and delicious?
But Sirius, who viewed meals merely as a means of filling his belly, had no way of understanding that.
Had anyone else seen this Mission, they would have sprinted toward the restaurant as eagerly as children rushing to school lunch.
Sirius, showing no particular enthusiasm, asked a passing stranger for directions to the most famous restaurant, then headed there with Vega.
[Fairy Chimney]
Upon arrival, the restaurant’s unusual quality became immediately apparent.
Several times larger than the other shops nearby, it exuded an old-fashioned elegance blending white and blue.
Magnificent marble statues and harmoniously arranged flowers completed the impression—this felt less like a restaurant than a cultural monument.
After the waiter seated them, the two examined the menu. I wanted to see it as well, but it remained out of view from my position.
Sirius scanned the options with his eyes before pointing to something and showing it to the waiter.
-I’ll have this.
The waiter’s eyes went wide.
-Forgive me, but did you say you’d have that?
-That’s correct.
Once Sirius confirmed his choice, the waiter forgot his professional composure entirely and couldn’t hide his shock.
He hurried away from the table and whispered urgently to another staff member.
-Table six just ordered “that.”
-What? You mean “that”?
Something about this was definitely strange.
But what could possibly go wrong?
All I’d instructed was to eat the most expensive dish.
There was no way to cancel the order now without losing face and asking for something else.
As we waited for the food to arrive, it happened.
Click.
Every light in the restaurant went out. The lamps, which had shone as brightly as modern electric lights, died, leaving behind nothing but pitch-black darkness.
-What—what’s going on?
-What is this?
The customers, unsettled by the sudden occurrence, murmured anxiously.
The commotion didn’t last long.
Rattle.
Along with the sound of a trolley being wheeled, something luminous appeared.
Naturally, all eyes were drawn to the sole source of light. Everyone in the restaurant stared at it.
A large bowl of meat was surrounded by elaborate decorations made from red and blue stones.
-We wish to congratulate everyone here on this special occasion!
A special… occasion?
It wasn’t difficult to deduce that whatever was happening stemmed from Sirius’s order.
Just what kind of dish was that?
Click.
The lamps flickered back to life, and darkness retreated. Yet the patrons’ gazes remained fixed.
-What is this? Are they swimming in money?
-I never thought anyone would actually order something like that…
A few diners recognized what had been ordered.
On the screen, a bewildered Vega appeared alongside Sirius, whose thoughts remained inscrutable.
I was sorry. I should have simply told him to pick one of the expensive options and eat it.
-If I may ask, what is the occasion being celebrated?
Even the veteran staff members couldn’t deduce why these two would order such a dish.
No matter how closely one examined them, the two seemed to share no blood relation whatsoever, nor did they display any real warmth between them.

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