Perhaps feeling belatedly embarrassed, Isti avoided my gaze.
My entire b0dy felt languid from the aftereffects of intense s9x.
After washing my b0dy and stepping out, Isti was waiting for me. It seemed like she had something to say.
“What’s wrong?”
“I have to return to the kingdom’s holy capital.”
“Now?”
“Yes. My original task was to deliver an urgent mission directive to Dry Village.
If I don’t go back and report that it’s been successfully completed, it won’t do.”
Listening to her, I realized it was something unavoidable.
“But once the report is done, I’ll come right back. To Decal’s side.”
I stroked Isti’s cheek. She entrusted the weight of her face to my hand, acting spoiled.
“Alright, take care on your way.”
“It’d be nice if Decal could come with me.”
“I still have things to do here.”
There wasn’t any particular reason to go to the kingdom, and leaving after just being at Salic’s mercy didn’t sit well with me either.
“So, once you finish your work, come back to me, Isti.”
“Yes! I’ll return quickly.”
Before Isti left, something I needed to ask came to mind.
“By the way, what’s this urgent mission the kingdom entrusted you with? What’s this about selecting the next hero?”
“You don’t know about the hero selection, Decal?”
Isti seemed surprised.
“I came from a very faraway place.”
There was no longer any reason to hide that I came from another world, but I phrased it indirectly.
I didn’t know much about Isti yet.
Except that she was an elf and utterly lovable.
“Since long ago, the kingdom’s forces have been fighting the Demon Lord’s army.
The plan to train people who could become heroes is what the hero candidate selection is about.”
“What about the current hero? Isn’t there already one?”
“The selected candidates serve under the current Hero.”
Oh, so if the hero dies, one of the candidates below them takes their place.
That makes sense.
“Then this urgent mission must be pretty tough.
They’re trying to pick only those qualified to be hero candidates, right?”
Isti nodded.
“How strong do you have to be? As strong as you, Isti?”
“I’m stronger than the candidates. By adventurer standards, I’d be around the upper gold rank.”
It didn’t seem like a mission I, who wasn’t even bronze rank, could handle.
I could probably do it with Isti’s help, but whether it was possible or not wasn’t the point—I had no desire to bother with it.
Why would I go through the hassle of becoming a hero candidate?
“Do you know anything about the hero?”
“The current Hero? They’re a divine agent who appeared in this world. Incredibly strong and noble.”
A goddess’s agent—yep, definitely a hero.
It seemed wise to steer clear of the kingdom altogether.
And it didn’t appear that the existence of gods or their agents was hidden in this world.
“I get the gist of it.”
“Okay. I’ll head out now. I’ll be back by night.”
“Alright.”
Isti started to leave but hesitated and turned back.
It looked like she had something else to say.
“What’s up?”
“…”
Isti stood on her tiptoes, stretched her neck, and gently closed her eyes.
It was a silent plea for a k!ss.
When I gave her a k!ss, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pecked both my cheeks, and then looked at me.
“Decal, if there’s anything you want from me, just say it. I swear on the name of the elf Isti that I’ll do anything you desire.”
“Is that an elf thing?”
“Yes. Elves dedicate their lives to the one they give their purity to. I haven’t forgotten the teachings of my ancestors.
But it’s not just because I gave you my purity. It’s because it’s you, Decal, that I want to do this—I feel it deep in my heart.”
“Do you love me?”
“I love you.”
I k!ssed her again.
After seeing Isti off, I suddenly found myself lost in old memories.
If a w0man gains a false perception through suggestion and falls in love with a man, is that love real or fake?
It’s a trivial thing, but there was a time when I used to ponder such questions.
Of course, I’ve long since come to my own conclusions about it.
“Hm?”
I opened my inventory to grab a water bottle, and the Great Eight-Colored Giant Clam was glowing on its own.
Should I take it out? It was colorful and pretty, but it was also huge and seemed useless.
Worried it might smash the wooden floor, I carefully set it down.
It was bulky enough to fill both my arms, but surprisingly, it wasn’t that heavy.
The Eight-Colored Giant Clam emitted a strange light.
I stared at it, but nothing much changed.
“What is this?”
I tapped it with my foot.
Then, a status-like menu popped up in front of my eyes.
(Would you like to move to the Eight-Colored Clam Castle? Y/N)
As if entranced, I touched Y.
Suddenly, the space around me warped, and I felt like I was being sucked somewhere.
When I came to, I was inside a castle I’d never seen before.
An empty, vast castle hall.
No retainers, no king—just an unoccupied throne.
I’d been in the Water and Grass Inn just moments ago, but now it felt like I’d been teleported somewhere.
It was even cold, and I instinctively huddled up.
At that moment,
Candlesticks throughout the castle flared up in unison, illuminating the surroundings.
A red-haired goddess with white wings descended above the empty throne.
Her graceful presence left me momentarily speechless.
“So you finally figured out how to use it. I’ve been waiting for a while.”
“Beleira.”
Beleira, a 4th-rank Goddess. The one who sent me to this other world.
She still seemed displeased, probably remembering what I’d done to her.
“You could’ve just taught me how to use it, you know?”
“Do you think I gave you that item because I wanted to bestow it on someone like you? Do you have any idea what that clam is?!”
She seemed upset that I’d taken her precious clam.
To be fair, things got pretty rushed at the end, so there wasn’t time to listen to an item manual.
“It’s all… it’s all because of that weird magic you put on me!”
“Oh, you mean hypnosis?”
“Hypnosis?”
Beleira looked furious enough to burst.
“You’re the only one who’d give something as insane as that mind-breaking ability a cute name like ‘hypnosis.’ It’s like naming a dragon ‘puppy.’”
“Why are you so mad? Tell me honestly.”
[Answer my questions truthfully.]
Thanks to that keyword, Beleira couldn’t hide her true feelings.
“Whether I’m sleeping or walking, I keep thinking about you. I couldn’t stand it.”
“Good, well said.”
Beleira shut her eyes tightly, as if trying to suppress the shame welling up from deep within.
She must’ve been incredibly angry, yet she maintained her goddess-like dignity. Impressive.
“What I just said wasn’t my true feelings.”
“But you can only answer my questions truthfully, right?”
“Exactly! The reason I’m so hung up on you is because of that perverse suggestion you put on me at the end!”
The suggestion from the end.
That’s right. Before transferring to this world, I’d already implanted the keyword to obey my commands, but I’d added one more suggestion to Beleira.
She’d asked what I’d done to her, and I’d answered.
“You’re not afraid of divine punishment for thinking of turning a goddess into your s1ave?”
[Become my s1ave]
Because of that suggestion, Beleira ended up acting for my sake even without direct orders.
At least, that’s what she seemed to think.
“I’m happy to have a beautiful goddess like Beleira as my s1ave, though?”
“Ugh…!”
Beleira crossed her arms and sharply turned her head away.
The way her lips twitched suggested she was pleased.
“Don’t misunderstand—I’m not happy about what you just said. It’s all because of the suggestion you put on me.”
“Sure, of course.”
In truth, Beleira had it wrong.
She seemed to think I’d made her my s1ave, forcing her to think about me willingly.
But the final suggestion I’d planted was 「Feel pleasure when submitting to me」.
For someone as prideful as Beleira, it was an utterly devastating keyword.
The reason I added it at the end was simple.
Let’s say I ordered her around, took all the items she had, and went off to a nice world.
But what if, after the commands wore off, she harbored a grudge against me?
To prevent that, I decided to use one of the keywords I’d tested.
That keyword was [Submission].
Even though a prideful goddess like her was forced to carry out my orders and endure humiliation, she couldn’t hold a grudge against me.
Why? Because I’d turned that humiliating moment of being sent to another world into Beleira’s s9x fantasy.
She must’ve kept thinking about it.
Imagining being trampled and humiliated by me.
Unable to understand why she felt joy from it, she’d rationalized it like this:
“It’s because of the ‘become my s1ave’ suggestion.”
But if I’d actually made her my s1ave, Beleira’s vibrant charm and personality would’ve vanished.
That’s why I was enjoying the current situation so much.
Because I secretly knew that when I gave her commands to obey, Beleira was inwardly delighted.
“So, what is this place anyway?”
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