I am the Goddess Destined to be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 12

========== EPISODE 12 ==========

-My master does not have the time to listen to the stories of someone like you.

What is he saying? He really should listen.

-I have brought an item that the Count will want.

There is only one thing a Count would want. An item that cannot be obtained no matter how much money one has.

Will he be surprised and let me in now?

However, the gatekeeper merely twisted his eyebrows, as if something was displeasing him.

-What kind of nonsense is that? Do you have a problem with your eyes, too?

The gatekeeper gestured with his eyes toward the mansion behind him. The massive mansion built with money.

-Do you know what kind of person my master is?

-I am well aware of the Count’s reputation.

-Right. Then you know well. He possesses vast assets that bastards like you couldn’t even have in your dreams.

The gatekeeper stepped closer to Sirius and glared.

Honestly, it wasn’t threatening. Just annoying.

-Do you know what that means? It means he can have whatever he wants!

I don’t think so.

Does he not know the Countess is sick? Or does he know and is acting like this anyway?

No, actually, I didn’t really want to know. Whatever.

Sirius looked down at him quietly, hid his hand behind his back, and then pulled the Golden Apple out of his inventory.

Then he pretended to pull it out from somewhere. It seemed like an action to hide the fact that he could use an inventory.

Sirius showed the Golden Apple.

-If you eat this apple, all diseases will be cured.

-A mere gold-painted apple cures diseases? That’s ridiculous.

No, do you have any idea what kind of item this is!

The apple, emitting a brilliant golden light, looked extraordinary at a glance.

Even if it were just a gold-painted apple, wouldn’t you be curious about which rich person painted an apple gold, and why it’s being held by an adventurer who looks ordinary aside from his appearance?

-Trying to scam me because you picked up something nice somewhere?

There’s an item appraiser in the mansion, how could I scam him?

-Now that I see it, you must have a problem with your brain.

That sounds like you.

I looked at the Mission Sponsorship button and debated whether I should shine with the techniques I gained from watching warriors who use the keyboard as a weapon in the world called the Internet.

But I realized that it was Sirius who had to act as I told him, so I decided to stop.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to do anything, though.

[Your contracted god, ‘Listener of Wishes Drawing Lines’, has arbitrarily ended the mission.]

Sirius’s gaze lingered on the system window. In that gap, I tapped on the holographic keyboard.

[Mission]

[Say ‘You will regret this’ meaningfully, then leave.]

[Reward: Bread ×1]

-You will regret this.

[Mission success! Item has been provided!]

[Bread ×1]

Sirius left the spot. The gatekeeper was dumbfounded, and perhaps thinking Sirius had run away, he wore a smile mixed with contempt.

For a moment, I was so angry I almost slammed my fist into the broadcast screen.

We didn’t have time to spare for a stupid extra like you either.

I decided to let him know what happens to stupid extras in novels.

I sent a mission containing a long text.

Sirius, who was walking through the shopping district, stopped in front of a shop. I fixed my gaze on the shop’s sign.

[Skylark]

We found the right place.

-Welcome!

Inside the shop, cute and dainty trinkets were displayed. They were items that would likely be popular with young girls or young ladies.

In other words, this shop did not suit Sirius. He already had a dark impression, and since he was a sturdy adult male who looked several times gloomier wearing a hood, it didn’t fit.

Nevertheless, the clerk didn’t even blink an eye. One could say his service spirit was amazing, but there was another reason.

Sirius didn’t even glance at the merchandise and approached the clerk.

-Is there an item you are looking for?

-I am looking for an ornament with a bird.

-Ah! Then you’ve come to the right place. Our shop has many ornaments with birds. Is there a specific bird you want?

-I want a small but elegant blue bird.

-If it’s that, we have it in the back. Would you like to see it?

-I will.

The clerk opened the door behind the counter and went in, leading the way.

I managed to remember this.

It was fortunate that it wasn’t a difficult password.

In , there existed a cliché common in other novels: ‘a place that can only be entered if you know the password’.

This was why the clerk wasn’t flustered. Because there would be various people who knew the password.

The two went up the stairs to the second floor together. And they passed the doors and went into the innermost part.

-This way.

The clerk politely pointed to a door with a round wreath made of woven wood. A small blue bird decorated on the wreath stood out.

The employee knocked, opened the door, and politely pointed inside with his hand. Sirius followed his guidance and entered.

-Oh my, a guest.

Inside the room, which looked like an office, a woman dressed in blue was sitting. The woman, who appeared to be at an age just beginning to step into middle age, exuded a relaxed, noble atmosphere.

She was ‘Bluebird’, the owner of ‘Blue Feather’, the largest merchant guild in this world.

So, did he come to sell the Golden Apple to the guild? Of course not.

‘Blue Feather’ also handled information under the water and accepted requests.

-Sit over here.

Bluebird pointed to the table seat in front of her. As Sirius sat down, the clerk placed tea in front of both of them.

-What brings a young person here? An errand?

The password for this place was known only to a few big shots. Because it was a way to meet the owner of the large guild ‘Blue Feather’ directly.

Looking at Bluebird’s reaction, there were no young people among the big shots, and furthermore, there seemed to be no one who dressed like a good-for-nothing adventurer.

She probably sees Sirius as just subordinate number 1 of a subordinate of a big shot she knows.

-Who sent you?

-It will not be someone you know.

What is this. Why is he talking like someone sent him?

I questioned Sirius’s answer. I told him to come, but wouldn’t it be easier to say he came because he had business?

-Indeed. I can’t even guess who it is.

Bluebird raised the corners of her mouth as if interested. Even though she wouldn’t be able to make any guesses with the information power she possessed, she was rather interested instead of being flustered.

-Could I perhaps know that person’s name?

I mean, what is he going to answer to a question like this? If he gives my alias here, the fact that he is a god’s contractor will be exposed, or he will be branded a scammer.

Either way, he couldn’t spill information in front of an information merchant.

-I cannot tell you.

-Oh my.

Uh… he’s not going to get kicked out, is he? Why doesn’t he just answer properly, I wondered.

Anyone could put on such a bluff. It only looks decent because the one saying it is Sirius.

Actually, there was a reason Sirius was acting like that. I looked at part of the content of the mission window that appeared next to the broadcast window.

[There is a high probability that Bluebird will not trade with someone she sees for the first time. To trade with her, you must pique her interest.]

I told him to aggro her.

Should I have told him not to?

I felt as if my back was damp with sweat and waited for Bluebird’s reaction.

-You are an interesting person.

Fortunately, it worked.

It was understandable. There was no way an ordinary adventurer could know of this place’s existence, and even if the password was easy, it would be difficult to guess it by chance.

Small, elegant, blue bird.

It would be hard for these three combinations to come out all at once, so what are the odds of even getting the order right?

Also, Sirius knew what this place did.

Just looking at this fact, he was an extraordinary person.

In conclusion, she is probably guessing that Sirius is a subordinate of someone she doesn’t even know, disguised as an adventurer.

She wouldn’t even be able to imagine that an ordinary human who read the story of the world she appears in, possessed by a god who is nothing special, told him.

-Shall we hear what you came for?

Instead of opening his mouth, Sirius took out the Golden Apple.

-Hmm? That item is…

Bluebird, who took in the sparkling radiance, opened her eyes wide in surprise.

-Wow. A Golden Apple… It’s my first time seeing one in person.

Unlike someone else, she recognized the value of the apple immediately.

Bluebird has appraisal abilities.

In this world, there are dungeons, and as there are items, there were quite a few people who possessed appraisal as a unique ability.

For reference, in Sirius’s case, he became able to see item abilities while contracting with me, so it was the same as having appraisal abilities.

-So, did you come to sell that item to us?

-No.

Bluebird tilted her head and waited for Sirius’s next words.

-Please leak information about this to Count Peony.

That was casting a fishing line.

-That’s not difficult.

Bluebird nodded with a look that realized what Sirius was trying to do.