I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19
Her hair was a deep black tinged with blue.
The peculiar thing was that it dragged along the floor—so long that the figure in the mirror looked less like a human and more like something else entirely.
The overall impression could only be described as that of an ice princess.
It was an old-fashioned term, admittedly, but nothing better came to mind.
Next I examined the pajamas she was wearing. The white pajamas had a ribbon tied beneath the chest—the same blue-black color as her hair.
On her feet were white socks adorned with ribbon in the same shade.
She wore no shoes.
Could it be that here too, like in Korea, shoes weren’t worn indoors? It felt straight out of a Korean novel.
Having observed the outward appearance, I decided to check something that had been bothering me since I possessed this body: I couldn’t make any expressions.
Had this body’s facial muscles simply frozen? That would certainly fit the impression.
When I contorted myself into the strangest poses, my expression remained perfectly serene—which was rather comical.
To summarize: Listener was a deity whose defining trait was an ability to produce only cold, expressionless looks. Which meant she was always cold-natured.
And if I recalled how she’d been pushing her own assertions in that broadcast……
Wasn’t she an obnoxious ice princess?
I would probably need to act like Listener to avoid other deities discovering my possession of this body.
For now, I’d stick to formal speech. It was more comfortable for me anyway.
Having worked in society, I’d grown accustomed to using formal speech not just with humans stronger than myself, but even with newborns as weak as anything. It was easier that way.
And my counterpart wasn’t even a strong human—she was a deity. There was no way I could slip up and use casual speech with her.
Even if Listener had originally spoken casually, they’d just think she was being a lunatic again. If I got suspected anyway, I’d brazen my way through it.
From the start, it was odd that a homebody—and a deity at that—would attend a banquet where so many other beings gathered.
I waited for the banquet to begin, sitting in front of a tea table and killing time.
“The Full Moon Banquet has begun!”
I checked the time in the System Window.
[12:00]
It was already midnight on the dot.
I only knew night had arrived by checking the clock because this space—wherever it was—displayed only a beautiful night sky at all times, day or night.
And there was always a massive full moon hanging in it besides.
So I’d asked Ham about it, and he’d said it wasn’t a real night sky but merely decorative, like interior design.
When I inquired further, I learned that this place was called my “Personal Space.”
I decided not to go to the banquet right away but to wait a bit longer. The prospect of meeting other deities made anxiety wash over me.
The deities in mythologies I’d read as a child performed strange acts no human could comprehend.
“What if something dangerous happens?”
“Dangerous conduct is forbidden at the banquet.”
Still, I wasn’t sure whether deities would refrain from doing what they were told not to do. Humans, beings far more trivial than them, often broke such prohibitions anyway.
“If anything does happen, I’ll Teleport you back here right away!”
Ham had added this, sensing my worry.
Thanks to Ham, my anxiety eased somewhat. It seemed safe enough to go now.
I told Ham I would head to the banquet.
A vertically elongated oval shape materialized in empty space—large enough for a single person to pass through easily—and within it shimmered an enormous doorway.
“If you pass through this Portal, you’ll arrive at the Banquet Hall’s entrance.”
So that was a Portal. The name suited it well.
Before leaving, I turned on the broadcast and saw Sirius and Vega asleep inside a carriage.
“I’ll stay inside the System Window! I’ll be watching you the whole time, so don’t worry!”
Ham floated through the air and vanished into the System Window with a pop.
I stepped into the Portal.
As I moved toward the door inside, the Portal behind me disappeared without a trace.
How was I supposed to open this door?
Of course, doors were normally opened by grasping the handle.
But I was Listener now. A cold-impressioned lunatic and sociopath.
To emphasize rudeness, kicking the door open wouldn’t have been a bad choice.
But I didn’t have the nerve for it. I could barely stand upright as it was; there was no way I could pull off something like that.
After a moment’s hesitation, I pushed the door open with all my might.
Bang!
As a result, I managed a rather unconventional entrance. Some lunatic had burst through the Banquet Hall’s doors.
The presumed deities inside the Banquet Hall turned to see who this lunatic was and all looked startled at once.
The noise filling the Banquet Hall cut off abruptly. It was as if time itself had stopped.
It was no wonder they were shocked—the presumed homebody lunatic, Listener, had appeared.
Their gazes were unbearably intense.
But doing my best to ignore it, I held my head high and walked into the Banquet Hall, trusting in my rigid facial muscles.
I took a slow look around me.
The beings who appeared to be gods wore all manner of forms. While their basic shape resembled humans, there was something uncannily alien about them.
Their clothing was distinctive too—as Ham had said, one could wander around in pajamas here without issue.
At the same time, I felt something emanating from them. Cool air and warm air, and an air I couldn’t explain in any language I knew, touched my skin.
I’d never felt anything like this when I was human. I wondered if this was what people meant in novels when they said they could feel magical auras.
It wasn’t difficult to realize that this strange sensation came from those gods.
I supposed it was something like the auras of gods.
I set aside my observations and needed to speak to the gods to accomplish my purpose.
If some lunatic came to talk and I ran away, that would be a disaster.
Moreover, my opponent might be a mad god, so I had to be careful. I had no certainty that only one mad god existed—that only Listener existed.
I recalled that appearance was individuality here, then looked around for a god who, had she lived in Korea, would probably get accosted with “Do you know about the Way?” every time she left the house.
That was when it happened.
“Listener Who Draws Diagonal Lines of Desire.”
A low voice rang out through the now-quiet Banquet Hall.
I was a beat late in realizing that voice was calling to me.
Oh. Right. I was the Listener.
I turned my head toward where the sound came from. A man with long silver hair came into view.
Oh. A long-haired man.
The Secret Long-Haired Man Lovers Association would raise both hands in welcome.
The man with the cold impression stared at me. Listener had a cold impression too, but they gave off different feelings.
Listener seemed indifferent to all things in the world, whereas this man had the kind of expression that would make you believe he despised everything.
Yet there was something strange about it. Despite that expression, the way he looked at me was favorable.
I was struck by the fact that a being existed who could look at Listener with such a gaze, and that this man possessed goodwill toward someone.
“This way.”
The man led the way forward.
Should I follow someone I don’t even know?
I hesitated for a moment.
With that kind of expression, men generally fall into two types. Either they appear cold but are secretly warm-hearted charmers to those close to them, or they’re obsessive lunatics.
Fortunately, when I recalled the man’s eyes, which showed no sign of obsession, I concluded he was the former.
What was peculiar was that Listener appeared to already be among this man’s “people.”
This type treats their people exceptionally well…… so if I followed, couldn’t I gain something?
Yes. If anything dangerous happens, Ham can Teleport me out.
I followed the man.
The place the man led me to was a space lined with doors on both sides like a Hotel Corridor. He passed the doors with lamps lit beside them and opened one that was dark.
Inside, the room was furnished like a luxurious space a nobleman might live in. There were plush sofas placed here and there, a table, a vanity, and even a bed.
The man sat down on a sofa with a table in the center, continuing as he had been. I sat across from him.
“How strange.”
The man murmured in a puzzled tone.
I haven’t done anything yet. Could it be that doing nothing is the problem?
Then what should I have done? How am I supposed to know what kind of antics that lunatic pulled?
I was flustered, but I decided to proceed as planned with shameless confidence.
“What do you find strange, sir?”
My voice came out blank and emotionless, matching my expressionless face.
I’d just realized that Listener, like her face which seemed incapable of any expression, always spoke in an even tone.
Even as I was trembling internally, my voice remained calm—that’s how I knew.
Until now, I hadn’t faced a situation like this, so I hadn’t realized it.

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