I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 3

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Episode 3
Sirius paused, considering something for a moment, then turned to the thug at the front and opened his mouth.
His expression was utterly grave.
—I would appreciate it if you would move to the corner and sit down.
The thug’s eyes narrowed, as if the command had sounded like an order.
He started to speak, but Sirius was faster.
—Your head is causing discomfort to the people here.
Silence fell.
—Pfft.
A stifled laugh escaped from someone.
To explain what Sirius had just said, I first had to mention that a fire was burning in the Underground Warehouse. One of the trapped people could use basic Fire Magic.
In other words, there was a light source.
And when does a human head interact most prominently with light?
Precisely when it’s bald.
That was right—the thug was completely bald.
The thug’s face turned crimson. His barren, hair-free head reddened along with it.
It resembled a cooked octopus so much that the others fought desperately to suppress their laughter, biting their lips shut or pinching their own thighs.
The reason Sirius had suddenly said such a thing was obvious. I saw a window floating before him.
[Mission]
[Tell the man who stepped forward: “Your head is causing people discomfort, so please go to the corner and sit down.”]
[Mission Reward upon Success: Old Sword]
That was it. I had ordered Sirius to deliver a cruel and cowardly personal insult.
And for something that modern medicine still hasn’t found a solution for.
But it was true that his glossy head shone and blinded the eyes. This was clearly light pollution.
—Our… our family men, what are we supposed to do about this……
The bald man placed his hand on his head and muttered resentfully. Despite his efforts, his empty scalp remained exposed, peeking bashfully between his fingers.
[Mission Success! Reward is being granted!]
[Old Sword]
As the window appeared before Sirius, an Old Sword manifested in his hand.
It seemed mission completion was processed automatically.
The thugs’ bodies stiffened in shock at the sword that had suddenly appeared from thin air.
They watched Sirius’s next move with tension. Perhaps they feared he might seize their food.
Even I, who knew nothing about weapons, could see that the blade displayed before me was of poor quality.
But it was the only object that could be called a weapon. Unlike the daggers the thugs carried.
I’d had my fun mocking the bald man; now Sirius would handle things on his own. I watched the unfolding situation with an easy mind.
Responding to my expectations, Sirius gripped the sword with a clean motion and spoke.
—All three of you, return to your places and sit down.
The low, steady voice sent a chill down the spine. The thugs retreated to the corner where they had been staying and sat.
Watching them, Sirius lowered the blade he had leveled at them and returned to his seat.
Thus the situation came to an end.
The Inn keeper let out a relieved sigh and sat beside Sirius. The child, reading the atmosphere, sat near them.
Excellent! The possessor had accomplished something!
All I had done was mock a bald man, while Sirius had handled the entire situation.
Now that things had settled, I decided to introduce myself to Sirius.
We would interact frequently going forward; we might as well grow close.
Truth be told, there was another reason I was doing this. It stemmed from what happened to the listener in The Seeker’s Journey.
The listener is devoured by Sirius after he becomes a monster, meeting a gruesome end. Therefore, I too had to take measures to avoid such a fate.
What, I’m not a lunatic, so I won’t fall victim to divine punishment for wickedness, right?
I’m not sure. I’m not standing beside Sirius, nor can I face the trials he encounters together with him.
Even if I help, it’s Sirius who must endure all that unfolds, and his spirit that fragments.
That’s why I was easily perceived as an entity giving orders from a safe place—do this, do that.
So I had to be careful. Not to be hated.
I paused in thought, then pressed the message support button.
[Your current Intervention Level is too low.]
[You can only send emoticons provided by Cosmos as messages.]
What is this now?
So that’s why the listener in the early-to-mid sections of The Seeker’s Journey never sent any messages. Just tossing out missions here and there.
“Emoticons are recommended in real-time based on the god’s emotions!”
Ham explained as if introducing a feature. It was a decent function, at least.
I selected a waving emoticon and sent it along with an item as support to greet him.
[Message Sponsorship from your Contract God, ‘The Listener of Wishes Who Draws Fate Lines’]
[ ( ᐛ )づ ]
[Sponsorship Item: Old Helmet]
Sirius stared at the window displaying the emoticon.
“I’m glad to hear from you too.”
It seemed he’d understood what the emoticon meant.
For someone living in a world where emoticons didn’t exist, he showed no sign of confusion.
He simply bowed before the System Window with the reverence one might show a great god.
Then the attention of everyone around him suddenly shifted.
Ah. Those people probably can’t see the System Window. They must think Sirius is talking to empty air.
I’m sorry, Sirius. I didn’t think of this.
[Message Sponsorship from your Contract God, ‘The Listener of Wishes Who Draws Fate Lines’]
[ (T-T ) ]
[Sponsorship Item: Old Cloak]
“Not at all.”
Thank you. My contractor truly has a generous heart.
After that, no more emoticons appeared as suggestions. It felt as though I’d been caught having nothing left to say.
I couldn’t make small talk through emoticons, and I didn’t want to keep pushing a half-starved man to speak and drain him of energy.
Then I should tackle some other problem.
Before those thugs decided to use Sleep Magic on Sirius.
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The thugs killed the child because of severe thirst and hunger. So if I made sure they weren’t hungry or thirsty, that would solve it.
I didn’t want to give food to people who’d done nothing to deserve it, but for Sirius’s safety and mine, I had no choice.
I checked the sponsorship product purchase window to see if there was anything edible.
But there wasn’t a single food item.
What? What do I do? Am I finished?
But I didn’t give up and asked Ham.
“Ham, why isn’t there any food in the shop?”
“Oh, you have to make food before you can sponsor it!”
Ham flew through the System Window with little bouncing motions and opened two windows.
[Baking Set]
[Water Set]
“With these two items right now, you can make food and water that can be sponsored!”
So that’s how it worked.
Since the price wasn’t high, I pressed the purchase button right away, and two boxes appeared over my still-prone body—one with a bread drawing and one with a water droplet drawing.
[Baking Set]
[Installation set for sponsors. Can be used to make sponsored bread.]
[Water Set]
[Installation set for sponsors. Can be used to make sponsored water.]
I opened the Baking Set box first. A counter and oven like those found in a bakery appeared in transparent form overlaid on the bed, then turned red.
[Another object is already installed at this location.]
You’re acting like I’m installing furniture in some game.
On a whim, I gestured, and the Baking Set adjusted its position accordingly.
Fortunately, this space where I’d opened my eyes was mostly empty and spacious, so there was plenty of room to place things.
I installed the Baking Set in an open spot and then pulled out the Water Set.
This one had a well and a small tree mysteriously next to it. I installed it roughly beside the Baking Set.
The moment came when I had to get out of bed. I suppressed the urge to blow my bed a goodbye kiss and simply got up and headed toward the Baking Set.
Before I could even search for ingredients, a lump of what looked like roughly mixed flour and water appeared on the counter.
[Baking Set: Knead the dough.]
I was grateful I didn’t have to start from grinding wheat into flour.
I began kneading the dough as the Baking Set instructed. I tried not to recall the terrifying story about how bakers develop muscles in their arms.
Before long, I’d succeeded in making the dough smooth.
[Baking Set: Divide the dough and put it in the oven.]
I tore off pieces of dough and shaped them into rounds, arranging them on a tray and setting the heat. After finishing that task, I went toward the oven.
[1:00]
The oven timer was set to one minute.
I didn’t know much about bread, but I did know that bread wouldn’t fully bake in that short amount of time. Yet the oven had no buttons on it.
Should I just put the dough in? If it doesn’t work, I can just run it for one minute several times until it somehow works.
This was where the characteristic thinking of someone bad at cooking revealed itself: ‘This should work, right?’
I could have chosen to cook on low heat for a long time, but I’d decided to cook on high heat for a short time—that was my choice—but this time I had no other option.
I closed the oven door, praying it would work out somehow, and it activated automatically.
Ding!
After a minute had passed, a cheerful chime sounded. Somehow, the smell of freshly baked bread filled the air.
Curious, I pulled on the oven gloves sitting nearby and drew out the tray to find the bread perfectly baked.
Amazing—an entire batch done in just one minute. I thought it was a strange oven, but it turned out to be a scam item.
[Baking Set: Your kneading skills leave something to be desired. Please try harder.]
If you’re so disappointed, why don’t you do it yourself!
Stung by the Baking Set’s harsh assessment, I picked up one loaf to see if it was even edible.
It wasn’t something I’d pay good money for.
But as long as it filled my stomach, I didn’t care.
My kneading skills were improving far too slowly compared to how quickly the people in the Underground Warehouse would starve, so I ignored the window the Baking Set was displaying and continued turning out loaves of bread.

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