That night, the sky was filled with stars, and a gentle evening breeze hummed softly.
Inside the palace, within Renner's bedchamber.
The curtains billowed in the wind, swaying through the room like beckoning hands.
Demiurge slowly folded his wings and stood upon the windowsill. When he took in the furnishings, his gem-like eyes suddenly gleamed with an indescribable light.
The entire room was like a shrine to Lord Helant. Or rather, the royal princess's chamber was filled with every conceivable kind of Helant merchandise.
Statuettes, portraits, plush toys. Everything.
Demiurge's gaze finally settled on the large bed.
A life-sized, exquisitely crafted body pillow of Helant rested there, tightly embraced in Renner's arms.
Demiurge adjusted his glasses and lightly leapt into the room, a curious smile appearing on his cunning face. "If I remember correctly, the one you fancied was called Climb?"
Renner lifted her head from the pillow and cast him a sideways smile. "That was merely puppy love. It is quite different from true devotion, you know~"
She rose gracefully from the bed and performed a flawless curtsy. "I have been awaiting your arrival."
Demiurge swept his gaze across the room full of "Helants" and, to his own surprise, felt rather satisfied. He casually seated himself on the sofa. "So why this infatuation with a mere Mithril Rank Adventurer?"
"Oh my, Lord Demiurge…" Renner hugged a plush toy, her eyes deep and distant. "You have already guessed that I know Lord Helant stands on the same side as you."
A white gleam flashed across Demiurge's lenses, and admiration stirred within him. This so-called genius truly keeps pace with my thoughts.
"Explain how you saw through it. I am curious." Demiurge doubted that even he could have pierced a Supreme Being's disguise had their positions been reversed.
"It was…" Renner buried her face in the Helant plush, an unnatural flush rising on her cheeks. "Do you believe in intuition?"
Demiurge said nothing. He trusted only rational judgment.
"The moment I watched the footage from that night in E-Rantel, my instincts told me that the Holy Domain God Lord and Lord Helant were one and the same… Ahh~"
Images of Helant's human and divine forms flashed through her mind. A tremor ran through her as surging adoration and worship welled up within her.
"That was when I knew. My god had arrived…"
Demiurge pressed his fingers to his temples, dispelling the lie-detection spell he had been maintaining.
She had truly seen through Lord Helant's identity based on intuition alone.
Renner's large eyes, which seemed capable of reading minds, now shone with crystalline clarity. A sweet smile curved her pretty face. "Lord Demiurge, do you know what love is?"
I neither know nor wish to know… Demiurge pressed harder at his temples, trying to erase the word love from his mind.
"Since you adore Lord Helant, you would probably get along well with a certain succubus…"
"You mean Lady Albedo. She visited last night." Renner's smile grew even sweeter. "We found each other quite delightful."
Since Albedo has already vetted her, she should be suitable to enter Nazarick. However…
Demiurge glanced at the Helant merchandise filling the room and raised an eyebrow.
"In that case, your reward is settled."
"A concubine's title, right!?" Renner's slender hand stroked the plush, her face glowing with delight. "And the price is merely one kingdom."
"Excellent." Demiurge smiled in approval. "Tomorrow, a demon calling himself Jaldabaoth will rampage through the capital. I need you to dispatch forces against the Six Arms. Can you manage it?"
Renner pondered. "The members of Six Arms are close to Hero Class. The forces I can deploy can only delay them."
Her intelligence reports had given the champions of Six Arms terrifying titles such as "Undead King" and "Spatial Slash."
The little dog she kept certainly could not handle them.
"Tomorrow, a man named Sebas will assist you." Noticing her difficulty, Demiurge realized that this prospective colleague did not have many cards to play.
"Oh, right." Demiurge suddenly recalled something. "You no longer need that pet dog for camouflage. Shall we dispose of him while we're at it?"
"My lord, a dog I have raised for more than ten years cannot be killed before it has bitten someone." Renner's bright eyes turned dark and deep.
Her red lips parted, and a few quiet words drifted into Demiurge's ears.
"Hmm? Keke~ I see. An excellent plan." Demiurge laughed and rose to his feet.
He swept his gaze across the room once more, his eyes once again drawn to the life-sized Helant body pillow.
"That one stays," Renner warned gently.
Demiurge stiffened slightly, then adjusted his glasses to conceal the awkwardness. "Now that you know Lord Helant's true identity, try not to be disrespectful."
Renner lifted her plush as if proudly displaying it, then nodded toward a small wooden carving of Helant on the table. "Lord Demiurge, one item only."
At her words, Demiurge straightened and carefully examined the carving as though judging its craftsmanship, finally selecting one exquisitely colored piece.
Under her lingering gaze, he stored it within his spatial vault.
"Ehm.. Fine craftsmanship. Farewell."
Once Demiurge disappeared into the night sky, Renner murmured, "He's not as upright as Lady Albedo claimed… more like an affection-starved child…"
She recalled last night's conversation with the succubus.
"I won't confiscate these. After all, as the main wife, I get to sleep beside the real one, unlike you, the prospective concubine…"
Renner flopped onto the bed, her limbs wrapping around the pillow. "I want to fall asleep holding my god…"
As she spoke, her hand slid to her lower abdomen as she slowly lifted the hem of her royal robes, the fine silk whispering against her skin as it bunched around her thighs.
Her fingers traced downward, slipping beneath the delicate fabric between her legs.
"I want to be close to him.. inhale his scent.. Ahh~~"
A soft, trembling sigh escaped her lips as she found her slick warmth, circling gently at first—then with growing urgency.
"Ahh… my god…"
She pressed her face into the pillow's chest, muffling a delicate moan.
Soon, the room filled with the fragrance of flowers.
"Huff.. huff.. Giving up just one kingdom for a chance to become that god's concubine… what a bargain."
She nuzzled the pillow, her formidable mind already outlining a blissful future.
"I wonder… does Lord Helant enjoy using the whip on me?"
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