Eight-Colored Clam Castle, 1st Floor Main Hall.
Bella sits on the throne as usual.
“Master, why’re you alone today?”
“My crew’s resting at the castle. Came to check if the Clam’s safe…Do you always wait for me on that throne?”
Bella chuckles.
“Ridiculous question. Forgot my specialty’s dimensional magic? I sense you coming and zip to the throne. Gotta greet my Master like a proper pu$$y s1ave.”
Bella’s elusive, popping in and out like Isti.
If Isti’s a spirit-wielder crossing space, Bella’s a goddess meddling with worlds and dimensions.
A goddess as a pu$$y s1ave, scurrying to greet me—honestly, it’s cute imagining it.
“Clam safe?” she asks. “Forgot who made it?”
“Who?”
“Me.”
“Thought you collected it somewhere, since clam-hunting’s your hobby.”
“Collected, sure. Just tweaked it for convenience. You know it lets you peek into your world from here, right?”
“Yep.”
Realized that when moving Sin Wolf’s corpse.
Couldn’t lift it myself, so I went to the Clam Castle first, spotted the table outside, and teleported it precisely.
Worked like a charm.
“So if someone tries something shady, I can go out and handle it?”
“Also, it’s unbreakable. I cast protective magic on the Clam.”
Bella’s magic? That’s reassuring.
Confirmed: no ordinary person can crack it.
“Plus, only you and I have user rights to interact with it.”
“It recognizes users? Didn’t know that.”
Convenient, huh?
“But it’s an object. Someone could move it, sending you somewhere unwanted.”
“True. Toss it in the sea, and I’m stuck.”
“Ever opened the Clam?”
“Nope.”
“Full of pearls inside. Use them to expand your view or teleport to their location.”
“Whoa.”
“Then, with the storage box I gave you, summon the Clam from anywhere.”
“Impressive.”
“Duh! Guess who made it?”
Bella puffs out her b00bs proudly.
“So, stick a pearl in a w0man’s bathroom or a girl’s room I like, and I can spy from the castle?”
“…”
That’s huge. Spy-cam pearls?
Bella glares, eyes icy.
“Master, that’s gross. Disgusting.”
“A goddess-made artifact? Classy! Love that only I can spy. Let’s keep it our secret. Gotta share these with the w0men and enjoy.”
“Thanks for appreciating the class, but you’re a total perv, huh? Using hypnosis only for kinky stuff.”
“You don’t get it. Hypnosis is best for spicy stuff.”
“…”
Focused on the castle’s functions, not the Great Eight-Colored Clam’s own tricks.
Its best feature? Built for user convenience.
“No manual or anything? Even I’d read one.”
“Nope. I didn’t make it for others. Hundreds of years of experiments, abandoned functions—I don’t even know them all. Just remembered the Eight-Colored Pearls thing…”
“Huh. So that’s your hobby.”
“Clam-collecting, exactly. All the clams on this shore? Mine.”
Got it.
Even the shore’s clams are Bella’s touch.
This torn-apart world, with its broken sea, can’t have a normal ecosystem.
Thought clams were trivial, but they’re Bella’s real treasure.
“Collecting what you love? Nice hobby.”
“Don’t compare it to your w0man-collecting.”
“Kinda similar, no?”
“Ugh. Who’s your favorite w0man, then?”
“…”
Tough call.
“Changes daily. I liked the new girls today.” (G: Kind of genius really.)
Tilia and Diana. Both gorgeous.
Saying I’m not excited for Hero Academy would be a lie.
Should I keep them in the Clam Castle or play and ditch? Haven’t decided.
“Oh, no time for this.”
I pull up the menu.
“Bella, prep dinner. Bringing three people.”
“Got it, Master.”
“Keep the pearl-spying thing secret!”
“…”
Bella sighs heavily.
“Poor w0men, dealing with your perv streak.”
I step closer, pinch her cheek.
“Ah, hah!”
She glares but doesn’t resist.
That’s Bella’s charm—goddess attitude, but ready to submit as a pu$$y s1ave.
I lift her chin, slip a finger in her m0uth, grab her t0ngue.
“…Hah, hng…”
Her saliva drips down my finger as I hold her t0ngue.
“Said my favorite w0man changes, right? You’re my favorite now.”
“…”
I let go, hug her gently, smack and knead her a$$.
Blushing, Bella glares, a bit annoyed.
“…Fine, Master. It’s a secret.”
“Good.”
After a k!ss with the submissive Bella, I return to my world.
Karen and Isti are chatting.
“Hey, Big Bro!”
“What’s up?”
“Talking about guard duty if we need to protect the Clam.”
“No need. Just confirmed it’s got goddess protection magic.”
“Wow!”
Karen’s amazed.
“No guarding while camping, plus hot baths and comfy beds… Too perfect!”
“Where’s Noah?”
“Lord Decal, you’re here.”
Noah appears behind me.
“Jeez, you scared me.”
“Sorry. My cl0thes are designed to blend into the night…”
“What were you talking about with the coachmen?”
“Thought someone curious might approach our side, so I warned them.”
Seems she told them to stay away from the carriage at night.
The coachmen looked terrified.
“Did you scare them too much?”
“No. They’re scared for another reason.”
“Another reason?”
“…”
Noah hesitates, but Karen jumps in boldly.
“I’d be scared too! Big Bro, you didn’t forget you put the coachmen’s lives on the line during the duel, right?”
“Oh, right…”
Tilia said something similar.
She asked if I needed to consult the coachmen.
I brushed it off, saying if they ran, I’d offer my neck.
“Today’s events were tough for ordinary folks to handle,” Noah says.
“Life-or-death stakes, dueling a noble family, and you punishing Diana. All pretty shocking.”
Now I get it.
The coachmen weren’t scared of Noah—they were scared of me.
Crazy adventurer! Decal.
Haha.
“Was too focused on you guys to care how others see it. What’s the impact gonna be?”
“The duel’s already buzzworthy, but once word spreads about what happened to Diana, it’ll sweep the capital.
Vanguard’ll try to hush it up, but it’s pointless. Your name, Decal, will be everywhere in two days.”
“Haha.”
“Big Bro, not funny…”
“I agree,” Noah says. “Protecting you just got twice as hard.”
“Thinking about Diana’s expression makes it fun.”
Is she kicking her blankets in shame? Or chewing her lip till it bleeds, stewing in rage and hate?
“Noah, the reward for the coachmen—how much?”
“25 gold each for three.”
I hand Noah a pouch with most of my money—100 gold.
“Decal, this?”
“Extra for their trouble. Divide it fairly.”
“Understood.”
Noah takes the gold to the coachmen.
Their faces light up.
Nothing buys goodwill like money, right?
“Thank you!!” Some nameless coachman shouts and bows.
I wave back, waiting for Noah.
“How’d it go?”
“They’re thrilled. No hypnosis this time?”
“Nah, too much hassle.”
Not like they’re pretty w0men.
Hypnosis takes effort, and I don’t care about their names or faces. But being generous has its perks.
“I don’t worry about running out of cash. Plus, if they spread good word about me in town, hundreds, thousands will hear about my spending. Makes recruiting easier later.”
“Big Bro, you’re smart!”
“…If you hadn’t made enemies of a noble family, that’d be true,” Noah says.
“Gotta do what turns me on. Remember that.”
Noah laughs.
“Whoa, Noah’s laughing!”
“I’m starting to get what serving Lord Decal means.”
“Oh, got gifts for you all.”
I open the Great Eight-Colored Clam.
Inside, Eight-Colored Pearls pile up, almost gross in their abundance. They glow under moonlight, practically self-luminous.
I pick one pearl, drop it on the carriage floor, and hand one to each of the three.
“What’s this, darling?”
“Eight-Colored Pearl. Lets you teleport to its location from the Clam Castle. Backup plan if someone moves the Clam while we’re inside. Keep one each.”
“That’s… convenient.”
“Plenty more. If you lose it, ask for another.”
“So sparkly!”
Karen stares, delighted.
I snap the Clam shut.
“Noah, try hitting it with your weapon. Like you’re breaking it.”
“You sure?”
“Just heard it’s got goddess protection magic. Simple check, that’s all.”
“Goddess protection… Alright. Confirming it’s safe will ease my mind.”
Shadows gather in Noah’s hand, stretching to her elbow, forming a tonfa. Her weapon, like Isti’s, isn’t carried—another quirk of the strong?
Noah spins the tonfa with a flick of her wrist.
“Step back, please.”
Karen, Isti, and I retreat a few steps.
The tonfa’s spin accelerates. Noah stands calmly, waiting for the right moment, then slams it down on the Clam.
The motion’s simple—centrifugal force maxed, striking top-down.
But it’s invisible.
Only after the hit do I realize she moved.
A dull thud echoes, like a siege ram hitting a wall.
Unbelievably, the impact stirs a faint gust.
My skin tingles, like a light shock.
The strike seems minor described, but seeing it? Overwhelming, invisible force.
The ground under the Clam dents.
But the Clam? Not a scratch.
“…Hmm.”
“How’s it feel, Noah?”
“Harder than anything in this world.”
Isti nods.
“Even mithril would’ve cracked under Noah’s attack.”
…Mithril? Like from games?
No clue how tough that is. Steel-level? Tougher, probably.
“Bella said the Clam itself is ordinary, something she just collected. The protection magic’s what’s high-tier.”
“That’s next-level,” Noah says.
“…Goddess power,” Isti adds.
Something about it draws the strong—Noah and Isti nod, staring at the Clam.
“Safety check done. Let’s rest.”
“Yeah!”
Karen answers eagerly.
We all head to the Eight-Colored Clam Castle.