I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 68

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Episode 68
When morning came and I woke, I watched Vega’s broadcast screen.
It was still early, and Vega hadn’t woken yet.
She lay asleep with a Chick Doll beside her that looked as though it had been kneaded in her hands all night, along with a letter. It seemed she’d spent the whole night writing.
I zoomed in on the letter portion of the screen. The handwriting was crooked and the spelling was off in many places, but there was no trouble understanding the content.
[Dear God,
I’m doing well. The people at Matop treat me kindly. And I’ve made a close friend named Betel.
I told Betel about her Healing Ability—I think it was all right to tell her. Betel promised to keep it secret from everyone else. I’m happy to have a friend I can share secrets with.
Oh, I wonder if you might know anything about Sirius. I’m curious whether Sirius is well in the place where you are.]
I finished reading the letter and thought for a moment before reading its contents aloud to Sirius.
“It seems she’s managing well even without me. I’m relieved.”
Warmth flickered in Sirius’s eyes. Watching him, something occurred to me.
“Sirius, what would you think about writing a letter to Vega?”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
Among the support items, there was something like this.
[Blank Parchment]
I could write a letter with this and send it.
I bought a pen from the shopping app and handed it to Sirius.
Sirius wrote carefully, pausing often in thought.
“I’ve never tried writing a letter for someone before.”
I received the letter Sirius had written with great care.
And a few hours later, when Vega woke, I sent a donation.
[‘The Listener Who Draws Straight Lines’ says ‘Sirius’ was relieved after seeing your letter.]
[Support Item: ‘Sirius’s Letter’]
—Really? Thank goodness…….
Then, as her gaze turned toward the support item, she startled late, as though she’d been expecting bread as usual.
Vega carefully grasped the parchment that had appeared before her and unfolded it. The angle happened to be just right, so I too could see its contents from the broadcast.
[Hello, Vega. This is Sirius.
It’s a relief to see you’re doing well. I am managing well under the Listener’s protection.]
What protection have I given him? I’ve only let him stay in my space.
[I apologize for not telling you about my plan to absorb the Evil God. You were someone I could trust, and yet I hurt you through my own selfishness. I am sorry.
I’ll leave it at this and end the letter. I apologize for my poor way with words.]
—Sirius…….
Vega’s eyes grew wet with tears.
—Vega~
Betel’s voice called from afar. Vega wiped away her tears and answered cheerfully.
—Yep!
* * *
“Sirius, what do you think about trying to bake bread as well?”
Since Sirius was good at cooking, I thought he might produce something even finer than what I could make.
“I haven’t done it before, but I’ll give it a try.”
Sirius’s large hands worked the dough with impressive vigor. Even I, knowing nothing about baking, could see his technique was no joke.
I’d thought Sirius was simply an excellent cook, but I hadn’t realized he’d mastered baking as well.
[Baking Set: Everything’s perfect!]
How could he possibly win approval from such a demanding Baking Set?
And the result? Golden, perfectly baked bread lay in neat, uniform rows.
“Sirius, would you teach me how to make bread?”
“Of course.”
Sirius, my day’s baker, took charge of my instruction.
I worked the dough diligently in front of Sirius. But compared to him, I had no style whatsoever.
“You need to put more force into kneading the dough.”
There’s no way I can put more force into it. I was already giving everything I had.
Should I wrap Divine Power around my arms?
The moment I wrapped Divine Power around my arms—
Crack!
[Notification]
[The ‘Baking Set’ has been damaged. Would you like to repair it?]
[Repair Cost: 10p]
[Yes] / [No]
[Baking Set: ???]
The three question marks floating above the Baking Set seemed to mock me.
I pressed ‘Yes’ with vacant eyes.
Sirius, who had been watching me quietly, layered his hand over mine.
“Please hold my hand and try to channel your power.”
“I can’t. You’ll get hurt.”
“I won’t be harmed. Surely the Divine wouldn’t put me in danger.”
What was he trusting me with his hand for?
Despite my objections, Sirius showed no inclination to back down. Eventually, to keep from injuring him, I found myself naturally channeling the proper amount of Divine Power.
“Shall I press harder?”
……
“A bit more.”
……
“Harder.”
……
“That degree of strength should suffice.”
Sirius spoke calmly, utterly oblivious to how I felt ready to faint from worry.
I wanted to abandon the whole bread-making endeavor and never look back, but Sirius gazed at me with such quiet anticipation that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Following the amount of power he’d suggested, I wrapped the appropriate measure of Divine Power around my arm, kneaded the dough, divided it onto a tray, placed it in the oven, and set it to bake.
[Baking Set: That’s not half bad, actually.]
I’d finally managed to coax a halfway decent evaluation out of this wretched Baking Set.
So the crucial factor was strength. Did the Baking Set’s ideal baker require someone with actual arm muscles?
Was this why an ordinary Korean office worker’s average strength was so pitiful without Divine Power?
Glancing at the time in the corner of the system window, it was approaching lunch.
I split the bread Sirius had made, stuffed it with vegetables and ham, and crafted sandwiches.
“Here—the bread Sirius made.”
We shared the bread Sirius had baked. My own loaf remained tucked away in a corner.
The bread had the perfect balance—savory, crisp, chewy. The kind that would sell like wildfire if we put it on the market.
“How about I handle the baking from now on?”
“No, I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that.”
Sirius was already preparing all three meals for us every day.
Gods didn’t need to eat to survive, but like humans, they possessed taste buds and could savor delicious food. So whenever mealtime came around, Sirius prepared portions for both of us, and we’d enjoy pleasant meals together.
“Do you feel hunger and eat because of it?”
“Yes. When mealtimes arrive, hunger comes with them.”
In the original story, Sirius had absorbed an Evil God who had consumed divine sustenance, and despite now existing in a state similar to a god’s, he experienced hunger.
No wonder he’d faithfully shown up for bread every mealtime.
While Sirius was tucking vegetables and ham into the remaining bread, a thought struck me.
“Want to have a picnic with the bread?”
* * *
This destination was a field blooming with countless varieties of flowers. The riot of colors seemed to open up my vision, and the fragrance of blossoms hung in the air.
“One moment, Sirius. Please don’t look this way.”
I’d finally arrived at the moment I’d been waiting for.
I’d been scouting this place for quite some time to prepare. Today was when I’d see the results of the simulations I’d been secretly running whenever Sirius slept.
I surveyed the surroundings. Countless nameless flowers bloomed here and there.
I gathered the ones that seemed most suited to Sirius.
“Sirius.”
I called his name and placed my finished creation on his head.
Nothing special—just a flower crown.
Crude perhaps, but crafted with care.
Among the countless apps displayed on the system window’s desktop was something called GodTube, apparently the gods’ version of a video platform, and I’d watched tutorials there to learn how to make one.
Sirius awkwardly touched the flower crown.
“Thank you for the gift. But something like this would suit Vibis far better than me.”
“Why? It looks perfect on you.”
A handsome man in a flower crown was unbeatable. I’d deliberately collected only flowers that suited him well, so it wasn’t flattery—he truly looked stunning.
“Could you teach me how to make flower crowns? I’d like to make one for Vibis as well.”
How could he say such endearing things? That’s our Sirius for you.
“Of course.”
I lengthened the stems of nearby flowers and snapped them off.
“It’s not difficult to make. You simply keep weaving the flowers like this…….”
After I demonstrated, a moment later a perfect flower crown was born from Sirius’s hands. The crown looked like it should be preserved in a museum like the Louvre, not worn by anyone at all.
“It suits you well.”
But the Flower Crown was placed upon my head.
Warmth bloomed in my chest for reasons I couldn’t quite name.
I opened the camera app from the system menu and examined my reflection. The pale flowers woven into the Flower Crown complemented my dark hair perfectly.
Click!
This moment deserved to be preserved.
I positioned Sirius and myself in the frame and pressed the shutter button.
Two photographs developed this time as well—I kept one, and gave the other to Sirius.
He tucked the Photograph carefully into his inventory.
“Shall we have lunch now?”
“I’d like that.”

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