I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8
—Did you get hurt?
Vega’s eyes widened as he asked, his gaze fixed on the wound across Sirius’s body.
—It’s not a serious wound.
Well, not large, but it’s cut quite deep. The bleeding won’t stop.
I recalled the bright red blood smeared across large front teeth.
—I can use Healing Magic for you.
—You don’t have to…….
[Mission]
[Thank Vega after receiving treatment.]
[Reward upon success: Bread ×1]
—…No. Please do.
Warm light poured from Vega’s palm. It was an enchanting glow that seemed capable of mending wounds just by looking at it.
Why Sirius had intended to refuse Vega’s healing was easy enough to guess.
But there was no way around it. I’d just handed him the perfect opportunity to say thank you.
The wound filled in with new flesh and cleared up in no time. When Vega had mentioned using Healing Magic, he’d sounded uncertain, so I was struck by how competent he actually was.
Even the Madex Sol that supposedly lets new skin bloom hadn’t healed wounds this quickly.
Wow! We’ve got a healer!
Thinking of Sirius pressing on through combat looking like a mummy who’d escaped the Pyramid with bandages wrapped over wounds that hadn’t fully closed in the previous journey, I felt tears threaten to blur my vision.
—Thank you. I’m completely healed now.
Vega’s eyes sparkled once again.
[Mission complete! Reward is being transferred!]
[Bread ×1]
I’m going to make sure you two stay close like proper brothers.
* * *
—Well, here we are in Tourmaline Village.
The Coachman slowed the carriage as he spoke.
—Is there anywhere you’d like to stop by? I can take you that far.
—I’d be grateful if you could drop us at the Inn.
The Coachman set them down in front of the Inn. The two exchanged farewells with him and headed inside.
Sirius rented a room and paid. It was fortunate that Sirius carried money in his inner jacket pocket.
If he hadn’t, the money would be buried under the rubble of the Inn by now, and they’d be sleeping rough.
As they headed toward the room, two beds greeted them from within what looked reasonably clean. Now they could finally get proper rest.
But Sirius didn’t head straight to bed.
—I’m going to step out for a moment. Feel free to bathe and rest while I’m gone.
—Ah. Yes, yes.
Where could he be going? How could anyone resist diving into a bed in a situation like this?
—Oh. Please don’t put those clothes back on. Throw them away.
Sirius left those words behind and departed. The bewildered expression on Vega’s face visible through the closing door seemed to escape his notice entirely.
His actions seemed strange, but I decided he must have his reasons and waited to see.
Sirius’s destination was none other than the Clothing Shop. There, searching for something, he stopped in front of clothes in a size far too small for him to wear.
Ah. Vega’s clothes really were like burlap sacks.
Sirius picked up one outfit to examine it.
It looks comfortable enough.
[ ( ᐛ)ᕗ]
But then again…….
[ ٩(　ᐕ)و ]
These clothes would suit Vega better.
An emoticon-decorated window materialized in front of where my gaze had turned, displaying the clothes I’d chosen. Sirius’s eyes also turned that way, spotting my selection.
The outfit Sirius had been examining was focused solely on practicality. In other words, the design was poor.
Sirius set down the clothes he’d been holding and examined the ones I’d picked out.
Sirius purchased a full set of children’s clothing—undergarments and shoes included—then left the Clothing Shop and returned to the Inn.
Vega was perched on the bed when the door suddenly swung open, and he jumped in surprise.
I didn’t know Sirius was the impolite type. Flinging the door open like that when someone’s inside.
Vega was wrapped in a blanket.
He’d thrown out the only clothes he owned and stood naked, so I’d worried he might catch a cold—fortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Sirius held out the clothes to Vega.
—I’ve brought you some clothes.
—Huh? Uh. Yes?
Vega alternated his gaze between Sirius and the clothes, his face disbelieving. He’d asked to be taken along, but apparently hadn’t expected Sirius to buy him new clothes.
Thank you so much.
The child, receiving kindness for perhaps the first time, seemed at a loss for how to react.
[ (b ᐛ )b ]
Well done. When it comes to raising affection, gifts are the best method.
Vega accepted the clothes and set them beside him, then reached down to pull back the blanket covering his body…….
No, wait! This won’t do! He’s not wearing anything underneath!
Though Vega might not realize I was watching, if he discovered that someone of the opposite sex had seen him naked, it could leave a real scar.
Just as I was frantically mashing the close button on the broadcast window, a large white rectangle appeared on screen, obscuring Vega completely.
What—what is this? Surely it’s not censoring?
Wow…. So this function exists too. I felt an enormous sense of relief, like some weight had lifted.
[Suggestion]
[Would you like to disable the concealment function for certain situations?]
[Example of certain situations▼]
Absolutely not. Never.
I had to protect those two’s dignity. Eventually Sirius would also need to change clothes and bathe.
Since I could guess what “certain situations” meant, I closed the suggestion window without viewing the examples.
It wasn’t long before the white rectangle vanished, revealing Vega in fresh clothes. Seeing how well they suited him, my taste clearly hadn’t failed me.
Having washed thoroughly, his hair—which had been stiff and tangled—was now fluffy and soft. He looked exactly like a puppy that had just been bathed today.
Sirius left the room. I wondered where he was headed this time, but the destination turned out to be quite near.
[Shower Room]
Sirius meant to bathe as well.
The Shower Room had both faucets and drainage. It was a rather one-sided technological development.
There was a reason for this, though. One of the deities worshipped by this world’s people was the Water Deity, and this god apparently often shared technology with mortals.
In any case, I was grateful this world had any concept of hygiene at all. If it didn’t, I’d have surely gouged out my own eyes from the sheer visual filth.
I once watched a video on a certain platform explaining how medieval hygiene was garbage. Since then, I’ve felt grateful to authors who don’t bother with hygiene accuracy.
There was one thing I regretted, though. I’d memorized how to make soap in case I transmigrated into a romance fantasy, but it turned out to be useless.
Damn it. My grand ambition to become a soap inventor and make a fortune…!
Though that was already a lost cause—especially now that I’d possessed a deity, not even a human, in a dark fantasy world.
Still, I decided to find relief in the fact that I wouldn’t have to witness filth anymore.
Our protagonist bathes very well, thank you.
The moment Sirius pulled his clothes down, the white rectangle appeared on screen again. The censoring system’s reaction time was incredible.
The sound of running water echoed. Listening to it in silence, I felt like I was becoming a pervert.
Even with an enormous white rectangle covering the screen, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was witnessing something I absolutely shouldn’t.
All the constellations I’d read about in novels so far must have been voyeurs.
Now that I think about it, why didn’t the protagonists in those stories care about being observed by gods? Sirius just undressed without a second thought.
Sirius obviously wouldn’t know about censoring or anything like that. I didn’t know either.
I debated whether to close the broadcast.
Logically, I should have. But the question of whether I needed to turn it off every time Sirius bathed gave me pause.
In this harsh world, courtesy meant nothing. Misfortune doesn’t pass someone by just because they’re bathing.
Which meant monsters could suddenly burst through the Shower Room walls without warning.
Moreover, I’d seen scenes in this novel where “the protagonist washes alone after an incident, only to sink into despair.”
If I heard sounds like his head hitting the wall in self-loathing, I’d need to distract him immediately and stop those dark thoughts.
Sirius didn’t seem to mind, and I wasn’t some pervert who enjoyed listening to others bathe, so it should be fine—except it really wasn’t.
Good people should not copy this behavior.
Though I had reasons, I was acting no different from those voyeuristic deities.
If Sirius didn’t devour me for this, I’d have shut it off immediately.
When the white rectangle finally disappeared, Sirius appeared wearing simple, casual clothes.
The hood that usually shadowed his face was also absent, leaving his features fully visible, and so I studied Sirius’s appearance closely.
His lifeless crimson eyes held layers of exhaustion.
His white hair did nothing to brighten his expression. He looked like one of those clichéd characters with the “originally black hair, turned white from some tragic event” trope—giving off a sense of desolation.
Yet like any proper protagonist, he possessed quite remarkable beauty. Sirius seemed born specifically to exemplify what decadent charm meant.
Still, I couldn’t celebrate the prospect of continually gazing upon this beautiful, tragic figure.
Look at those eyes. The light was already gone from them. Even though my intervention kept him from bloodying the Underground Warehouse.
Observing his face, I realized visually that he was already someone whose spirit had been worn thin before the story even began.
At this rate, if just one more thing went wrong, he might snap entirely and devour me, using me as a restorative tonic without anyone blinking.
Every time I look at Sirius’s face, I feel a sense of alarm. If I don’t manage his mental state carefully, everything will fall apart.
I felt cold sweat dampening my hands as I wrote out a mission.
[Mission]
[Rest thoroughly.]
[Mission Clear Reward: Bread ×1]
Ample rest was good for mental health.
He’d rest on his own without being told, but I needed to show that I was concerned about his wellbeing.
Sirius lay back on the bed, visible through the screen.
At the same time, rustling came from the adjacent bed. Vega, noticing, had followed suit and stretched out as well.
Sunlight streamed through the window, still bright, yet no one could fault them for it.
I’d told them to rest in the Underground Warehouse, but that place was hardly suitable for sleeping. And the rattling carriage—well, that wasn’t comfortable either.
On top of everything, Sirius had gotten mauled a bit while fighting some monsters.
He’d been through enough.
[ ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )づ ]
You did well. Sleep tight.
Sirius took in the system window before closing his eyes.
After that, the screen showed only Sirius, motionless with his eyes shut.
Only the steady breathing of the two men could be heard.
Perhaps it was the warmth of the sunlight. I too drifted off to sleep.
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“Oh, I fell asleep?”
“Yes. You must have been quite tired.”
What could I possibly be tired from? I’d just been lying around watching the broadcast.
And I’d slept for two days just hours ago.
I’d have to stay sharp from now on!
I looked at the broadcast screen. Sirius and Vega were having breakfast in the Dining Hall.
It seemed Coachman had woken them at the right time.

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