I am the Goddess Destined to be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 15

========== EPISODE 15 ==========

Even so, the reason I sold it to the Count was because he was a good person.

Even after losing his beloved wife, instead of wallowing in grief and helplessness, the Count continued to help others just as he had done when she was alive.

Regardless, we got a lot of money, so it was a good thing.

Sirius needs to get a taste of money. He needs to buy nice gear, eat good meals three times a day, and sleep on a fluffy bed.

That’s the only way he’ll be able to endure in a world like this.

-Adventurer, where are you headed now? Ah, would you like to stay the night at the Count’s estate? The beds are fluffy and nice, you know.

-No, thank you. I will return to the inn where I was staying.

-Very well. Then I shall have a carriage prepared. I wanted to talk more, so it’s a shame.

Inside the carriage on the way back, Vega was leaning against Sirius, fast asleep.

-Are you watching, by any chance?

There was no one around him.

Who was he asking?

The tone was too polite for that to be the case.

Ah. Wait, me?

He spoke to me for the first time. It felt like he had finally acknowledged my existence.

[ │ ᐕ)ﾉ ]

When I sent a message, Sirius looked slightly surprised. As if he hadn’t actually expected me to answer.

-Are you feeling better?

[ ( ・_・)? ]

-It seemed like you were displeased that your contractor was being insulted.

It seemed he was asking this because I made the gatekeeper apologize earlier. But somehow, the way he phrased it sounded like, ‘You made him apologize because that guy insulted your toy.’

[ ｡°(っ°´o`°ｃ)°｡ ]

Sirius looked flustered when he saw the emoticon. He was just moving his lips, looking like he didn’t know what to say.

People should be respected. This shouldn’t be constrained by the height of one’s status.

Sirius didn’t seem to know this very obvious fact.

[Mission]

[State that you deserve to be respected.]

[Reward upon mission success: Bread×1]

-I deserve to be respected.

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

[Mission]

[Say, ‘I deserve to be respected’.]

[Reward upon mission success: Bread×1]

-I deserve to be respected.

[Mission Success! Item has been delivered!]

[Bread×1]

Sirius showed a bit of confusion at the sudden mission. It made me sad because he looked as if he were someone who didn’t deserve to be respected.

You are…… someone born to be loved…….

Love yourself…….

The next day, Bluebird ended up with a pretty hefty sum of money. He said with a beaming smile, as if he were in a good mood.

-You managed to speak well without being intimidated even in front of a noble. Do you have any thoughts on working with me?

-I do not.

Bluebird put on an expression of feigned disappointment.

I expected Sirius to leave now, but he didn’t.

-By any chance, could you tell me what kind of information you handle?

Does he have something he’s curious about regarding Bluebird?

-Just ask.

Bluebird’s playful smile looked reliable.

-I need a map that reflects the current state of the world.

Ah. He would need a map.

I only knew the names of the regions where incidents occurred, but I didn’t know where those regions existed.

Was I subconsciously viewing Sirius as a human navigation system? I thought he would just go wherever I told him to.

But what does a map that reflects the current state of the world mean?

-That’s not difficult. I will draw one for you myself.

Bluebird took out a parchment with a map drawn on it and began drawing something on it with a quill pen.

As Sirius’s gaze lingered on the map, the contents became visible to me as well. I realized why he had requested a specially made map.

Desperate phrases were written on the map.

A harbor village hit by a tsunami, farmland dominated by monsters, a burnt-down forest.

Seeing the state of the world directly, I realized it was more serious than I had thought.

-I’ll give you this as a service. Now, do you have any more business?

-No. I do not.

-Then I hope to see you next time.

With this, we’ve also established a connection with the merchant guild.

We were ripped off for more money than initially planned, but it seems we bought some favor as well.

Now, what needs to be done is…….

[Mission]

[Purchase armor.]

[Reward: Bread×1]

Time to spend money!

I could have purchased some ‘Old Whatever’ gear from the sponsorship item purchase window and sponsored it to him.

But I couldn’t. It looked too crappy.

I didn’t know because there was no description in the novel that the design of the old gear was this crappy.

Even the Listener must have felt it was crappy, as I didn’t sponsor the helmet.

If I had put that helmet on that armor, he would have looked like a tin robot.

His face at least needs to be visible so people know he’s a human.

When Sirius returned to the shop, Vega, who had been waiting there, was examining the items with sparkling eyes.

-Is there something you need?

-Ah, n-no. It just looked cute, so……

-Since we have funds now, I can buy you what you want.

-It’s really okay……! Th-this is something I won’t have any use for in the future, and……

-But wouldn’t you feel good if you received a gift?

The clerk interrupted while the two were talking. When their gazes landed on him, he shrugged as if it were nothing.

-I will take this.

-Th-that……

In the end, Sirius bought the accessory that Vega’s gaze had lingered on the longest. Vega just blushed bright red, perhaps out of shyness.

Well done, Sirius! You’re winning favor on your own without me even pushing you!

-Yes, thank you! Please give it as a gift to your precious younger sibling!

-Pr-precious……

Vega was fidgeting with the chick doll received from Sirius, not knowing what to do.

Sirius paid for the chick doll, and the doll became Vega’s. The squashed chick looked just like Vega and was cute.

-Now, I am going to buy the item that God told me to buy.

-Y-yes? Does God give orders like that too?

Sirius nodded his head in place of an answer, and the two headed to a shop that sold equipment for adventurers.

Sirius placed his hand on top of a piece of equipment.

[ ( -᷅_-᷄) ]

He immediately withdrew his hand and moved to another place. Vega, who was watching Sirius repeat that several times, tilted his head.

-Hm? What are you doing?

-God is picking out armor for me.

-Uh-huh? Really?

What I am doing right now is, personally, content that cannot be missing from a game: fashion gaming.

Of course, this wasn’t a game, but since it was a similar situation, I decided to think of it that way.

Fashion gaming means playing around by dressing up your game character.

Anything would look fine on that face, but as someone who spent more money buying clothes for game characters than for myself, I cannot tolerate it.

I have to make him throw away that damn hood immediately.

Sirius even went around several shops with Vega, but it wasn’t easy to find clothes that would pass the grade.

[ ٩( ᐢ-ᐢ )و ]

But humans are creatures that eventually get it done.

-Waaaah! I think it will look good on you.

If even Vega says that, that says it all. Sirius entered the fitting room under the clerk’s guidance.

It looked like clothes that would be hard to put on, but it didn’t take long for Sirius to come out.

Seeing Sirius in the uniform, I stood up inside and gave a standing ovation.

The clothes, which weren’t overly flashy, suited him well. They highlighted his broad shoulders and fantastic waistline.

The bottoms didn’t disappoint me either. As if magic had been cast, his superior length legs were clearly revealed.

It was truly like giving wings to a lion.

Sirius repeated bending and straightening his arms and legs, perhaps checking the mobility of the clothes. Even the wrinkles in the clothes that formed every time he did so were beautiful.

-It suits you well!

Vega also looked at Sirius with sparkling eyes, as if he were of the same opinion as me.

-Thank you for picking out good armor.

Ah, right. I have to tell him it suits him well, but I couldn’t because I kept looking at the screen.

[ (ゝω´･)b⌒☆ ]

I can pick out your clothes more than 100 times…….

If this weren’t a dark fantasy world, I would have picked out clothes made solely for coolness. It’s a shame.

[Mission Success! Item has been delivered!]

[Bread×1]

But am I not buying Vega’s clothes?

Vega’s clothes were bought at an expensive clothing store from the beginning.

For your information, I had never picked the store. It meant it was all Sirius’s choice.

He wears his own clothes roughly, but he bought expensive clothes for a child he hadn’t known for long.

How can a person be like this?

“Ah!”

As I focused on the screen at Haemi’s surprised voice, I saw Sirius suddenly drawing his sword.

What is he trying to do? Is he trying to do a sword dance to express the joy of getting new clothes here?

Of course, that wasn’t the case. He suddenly slashed his own arm.

-The durability is good.

Ah. It was a durability test.

But who does a test so brutally!