I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 21

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Episode 21
[Seosa: (￣∇￣)/]
The message came from the other side first.
I hadn’t even typed a single character yet.
While I was caught off guard and struggling to think of a reply, they sent a message that appeared in blue text with an underline—something that looked like a website address.
[Seosa: Come visit my space (￣v￣)/]
Did they want to advertise that they were a god who could see the future?
It seemed far too suspicious. But I had no choice.
“Hami, if anything happens this time, send me right back here.”
“Of course! Absolutely!”
Watching Hami disappear into the system window, I clicked the address the other god had sent.
[Transmit]
The moment I tapped the button on the system window before my eyes, my vision shifted in an instant.
Warm sunlight and the scent of flowers greeted me.
The atmosphere was quite different from Listener’s Space. If that place’s theme had been night, this one was spring.
Between the grass, round wooden stepping stones were laid out in a circle.
As if beckoning me forward.
I followed the path ahead.
What I’d thought were walls from a distance turned out to be bookshelves crammed with books upon closer inspection.
This place was truly filled with books. As I looked around, I saw endless shelves, and beyond them, countless more books.
Books stacked precariously, books scattered haphazardly, towers made of books arranged like card towers.
Between them were beautiful flowers I’d never seen before, arranged as decoration.
As I advanced slowly through that space, I passed the final bookshelf.
And what appeared was a backdrop fit for teatime. The foliage was neatly arranged, and flowers were harmoniously positioned.
“Welcome.”
At the center sat a man with a leisurely air, positioned beside a tea table. He greeted me by waving his hand languidly.
His expression resembled the emoticon he’d sent. It was all the more so because his eyes were closed.
Peculiarly, his head was angled directly toward my face, though……
Could those actually be open eyes? Or did he have Clairvoyance, or could he sense his surroundings without relying on sight?
At that moment, a thought struck me suddenly.
Wait. Was he one of those squinting-eyed characters?
My suspicion of him doubled.
Moreover, he was a god who could see the future. He might very well know that I was a Possessor.
But that thought quickly dissolved. If he’d known my true identity, he wouldn’t be displaying such a relaxed demeanor.
It would be far more natural for him to conduct an Exorcism Ritual, claiming that a human had dared to inhabit a god’s body.
I sat before the man and attempted to deduce what type of god he was by examining his appearance.
His title had been Seosa, hadn’t it? The Narrative Unfolding Upon an Open Palm. I’d call him Seosa for short, taking just the last word.
Seosa possessed beautiful features befitting a god.
Plant-like stems appeared to be woven together with loosely braided honey-colored hair that cascaded over his left shoulder. Above it, two small, delicate white flowers with six petals each bloomed in the braided hair.
He wore a robe. It appeared to be made of fine material, yet looked aged. It resembled the sort of garment that belonged in a museum display.
Though I examined him further, it was regrettably difficult to infer his nature from appearance alone. It would have been easier if he had an obviously cold impression like Sireen Light.
“It’s been quite some time……”
Seosa tilted his head as if reminiscing about the past, lost in thought. It appeared that Seosa had some acquaintance with Listener.
Did Listener unexpectedly have relationships—or rather, Divine Relationships—with others?
In any case, I decided not to pay attention to what the other party was saying and speak my mind instead.
Because that was the sensible thing to do.
“May I ask why you’ve invited me here?”
“Nothing major. Just wanted to check if you’ve adapted well to the Divine Realm.”
Was Listener a relatively young god? I’d thought they were a thousand-year-old sociopath.
Ah. Since they’re a god, it wouldn’t be strange for their adjustment period to span ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years. A single year would be the blink of an eye to them, after all.
“I’ve adapted reasonably well.”
I chose a safe response to their question.
Adapted, my foot. I’d barely taken a few steps into a banquet before talking only with Sireen Light.
“Still, there must be plenty you don’t know. Feel free to ask me anything anytime.”
He spoke with the kindness of a veteran addressing a Newbie.
But was this really the only reason he’d summoned me?
There was something odd about it. He was still smiling, and seemed far happier than necessary.
Peculiarly, he didn’t look like an evil squinting-eyed character. He was more like a dog who’d heard the word “walk.”
To put it another way, he seemed to be gazing at me the way a dog gazes at the prospect of a walk after hearing the word.
Did he perhaps hope I’d be startled by receiving his message first?
Unfortunately, if he’s dealing with the Listener, I estimate he won’t have his expectations met—so I, playing the Listener, cannot give him that reaction.
Better to act as though nothing happened at all. As if I’d already forgotten about it, utterly indifferent.
In doing so, I revised my assessment of him. From a wicked, narrow-eyed schemer to simply a playful, narrow-eyed schemer.
If the assembly of wicked, narrow-eyed schemers ever caught wind of this display, they’d strike his name from the membership roster permanently.
Even if they called it an act, they wouldn’t accept that he’d overacted beyond what was necessary.
But there’s no comfort in that. Whether he’s wicked or not, the moment he learns my true identity, he’ll try to perform an Exorcism Ritual on me.
Still, I’ll stop my speculation about him here.
You said I could ask if I was curious, didn’t you? This timing works out perfectly.
“Then, could I ask something like this too?”
“Hm? What is it? Ask away.”
I posed the question I’d most wanted to ask a being who could see the future.
“If things continue as they are, will my contractor’s world be destroyed?”
This was precisely why I’d sought out a god who could perceive the future.
Whether I could change the future.
If no matter how hard I tried, saving Quartz—that is, Sireen Light’s world—proved impossible, then I might have to walk the same path as the Listener.
Taking lives, again and again, painting a crimson trail with each theft.
Watching a single soul grow corrupted in the process.
Seosa propped his chin on his hand and mused theatrically before speaking with a playful tone.
“I won’t tell you. I hate Spoilers.”
At such an absurd answer, I nearly let out a dumbfounded “What?” slip from my lips.
He’d said I could ask.
Was he claiming he never said he’d answer?
But a god who can see the future hates Spoilers? What does that even mean?
Seosa was laughing playfully. Here I was being serious.
If I threw myself at his feet now saying “Please, great god of the unfolding hand, tell me!” he might reveal it all—but…
“Then, I’ll be going.”
I rose as if unbothered. The Listener would never sit still once it became clear he was mocking her.
The story hasn’t properly begun yet, so there’s no urgent need to know the future now. I’ll return and find a way to make Seosa willingly divulge what he knows…
“Wait? Wish?”
Seosa stood hurriedly and grasped my arm. His face, which had worn a smile the whole time, was now painted with panic.
Where had that name come from? So the god had called the Listener by that name?
I didn’t particularly care.
“Here, there’s also sweet tea and delicious Cookies?”
What kind of reaction was this god hoping to draw from the Listener?
Regardless of his reason, it was a good sign. Perhaps I could extract information this time after all.
“The information I’m looking for isn’t here.”
But this was the moment to play hard to get.
I pulled my arm free from Seosa’s grip. His hand was so frail it offered no resistance.
Then I turned to leave, only to have my hair caught.
Long hair gets caught if you’re not careful. I’ll find a way to cut it short when I return.
But something felt odd. He’d grabbed it from an unusually low spot.
Looking down in confusion, I found Seosa sitting pitifully like a tragic heroine, clutching my hair like a thread of hope. The absence of any awkwardness in that image left me astounded.
“So many gods visit my space that someone who’s been asleep for 1,143 years gets all the attention, but nobody comes to see me. I’m a complete lonely old hermit,” Seosa said in a rapid-fire stream.
It was the moment the reason why another god who could see the future had slept for 1,143 years was revealed.
Honestly, Seosa’s appearance in that moment was rather pathetic.
This… is a god?
He looked up at me with a pitiful expression.
Sensing his newfound willingness to cooperate, I sat back down with reluctant theatricality.
I considered sarcastically asking, “In the futures you’ve seen, is there one where I leave this place?” to drive home the Listener’s rudeness, but I decided against it.
Seosa had already wilted like a succulent on the brink of death.

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