Chapter 524 – Without a Break

The Harun Empire and the Bolasen Federation are no exception.

Going on a trip after marriage to celebrate the honeymoon itself is rare in this world because it is an option.

The vast majority of men who call themselves blue-blooded nobles pursue a harsh and patriarchal direction.

Farmers do not have the financial means to travel, let alone travel. I live a very hectic life, so holidays are literally just about not moving. It can’t be helped.

But.

Roman and his group are an exception that do not belong to any of the representative examples.

We plan to relieve the fatigue of the wedding, which started at lunchtime and ended at midnight, and leave the capital leisurely.

I don’t know where I’m headed.

I’ve written down all the places I want to go together as I remember them, so maybe we can go for a trip.

Anyway, the marriage brought about quite a few changes under this mansion.

First, the biggest change is that Atra, who used to go back when the sky got dark, can now stay together under one roof from today.

“Atra. Have you moved all the luggage from the church? Should I help you?”

– Whoosh!

“Ugh, maybe because I move my luggage a little bit every time I stop by the mansion, I don’t have anything to bring with me.”

In reality, most of the time spent as a member of Atra’s religious order was spent outside on pilgrimages.

The only items worth mentioning as luggage are books, underwear, light clothes, and dolls.

The underwear was also a supply from the church that was embarrassing and plain to show to Roman, so the federal bureau was purchasing new underwear and getting rid of the original ones.

Atra, now free, is just looking for the right time to return the undeserved name of saint to the church.

Now, the rise and fall of the religious order is not the most important issue, but what is more important is being devoted to Roman, her husband and the object of her faith.

So now she knows that she does not live up to the name of a saint of the church.

Now the saint who serves Roman is the right thing to say.

“Then I won’t have to go to the church for a while.”

– Hiss.

“Hehe… That’s right. Ah, Alice. How about putting the closet here?”

After Atra helped her, she briefly adjusted the furniture position in her room.

Holding the hand of Alice, her friend and her family, she returned to her noisy living room.

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Regardless of whether they are pregnant or not, as time goes by, everyone will have a full body with Roman’s child.

Roman’s wives were relaxing their tired bodies with tea brewed from the leaves of the World Tree, along with refreshments and chatting.

“Kuhuhu, congratulations on your husband and I have entered into a marital vow.”

“That’s it… Chu, congratulations…!”

Gleipnir and Raksha came to express their gratitude only after the wedding had calmed down.

“Thank you.”

“I heard that you helped me a lot in making this ring. I’d like to express my gratitude.”

When Eclair showed the ring on her ring finger, everyone said thank you.

The only regret in this enjoyable event is that Roman was away for a moment.

Roman said she would briefly say thank you to the goddess who gave her the rain of flowers, and she received permission from everyone.

She tore through a gap in the air and disappeared.

Everyone was very embarrassed by another phenomenon where common sense was collapsing, but now they had to get used to everything that Roman, who was outside the bounds of humanity, was showing without hiding.

“I’m glad you liked it. Please be happy because Nir worked harder than this Rakshasa.”

“Well, that is…”

As her gaze gathers, she habitually rolls one eye to look for Roman.

Rike gently hugged Gleipnir from behind and spoke.

“Hmm, Nir’s skin is really soft. I’m sure your brother will like it.”

“Ha…”

Gleipnir’s body feels a little stiff from tension.

Just by not trying to escape Rike’s hand, great progress was certain.

Lyke sat down on her sofa, placed Gleipnir, who was similar in height to her, on her thigh, and spoke lightly.

“I have a question for Nir and Rakshasa.”

“Kuhuhu, I will listen. Please ask.”

“Don’t you two want to wear the ring your brother gave you?”

“···!”

Gleipnir’s eyes opened wide, and the smile that Rakshasa habitually drew faded.

Rike said she had no choice but to ask on behalf of everyone.

Because I know how painful it is to just watch and drool with envy.

Because a romantic relationship is separate from a sexual one.

“I’m curious about that too. It’s not like I’m forcing myself to distance myself from Roman just because I have special feelings for him.”

“They are the ones who saved Roman several times, right?”

“It’s just like Lily said.”

I don’t know the details of Mugu’s thoughts and ideology in the first place, but from the perspective of Roman’s wives, they are both influenced by Roman, just like they are.

It only seems like something beyond blind loyalty.

“I’m sorry if it was such a mischievous question. It’s okay if I don’t have to answer.”

Silence despite Rike’s words.

In silence, only the sound of Chloe and Ceria eating crunchy snacks continues.

Roman’s two armourers exchanged glances, and the Rakshasa smiled again and opened his mouth.

“Actually, the purpose of the ring was to bind and belong to Nir using his power. Since we were already completely bound to our master, we thought we were just creating a medium…”

“Have your thoughts changed?”

Rike asked Rakshasa with a smile.

He put his cheek on Gleipnir’s cheek and rubbed it as if he thought it was pretty.

“Huh… Lee, Rike…”

For some reason, seeing that appearance, I thought it would be okay to talk about Rakshasa, and I half gave up.

The emotions inside were brought out in a refreshing way.

“Even Rakshasa and Nir are surprised that they feel envious when they see it in person.”

*****

Roman walked without hesitation, stepping into the image of her goddess.

There is a desire to express gratitude, but that is incidental.

Above all, it would be correct to say that we have come to resolve important matters and curiosity.

“Welcome.”

“How have you been?”

“It hasn’t been long since we met, but you ask me how I’m doing.”

“I’m just wondering if anything.”

Today’s goddess in the bedroom is not wearing a cheongsam, but she is wearing the same outfit as when we first met her.

Even in that outfit, her breasts were clearly visible and there was nowhere to put his eyes, so Roman looked into the goddess’s eyes and met her gaze.

“Okay. I’ve been doing well. You must have been so busy, so why did you come?”

The cloth covering her mouth flutters with her breath.

“I came to give thanks to the goddess.”

“Thank you? I haven’t done anything to deserve such a greeting.”

“Everyone was overjoyed with the blessings bestowed upon them.”

I guess I understood. Just by looking at the movement of the exposed eye area, you can tell that she is a goddess smiling.

“It is not something so great as to be called a blessing. Creating a storm of non-living petals is simpler than creating a single flower with vibrant vitality.”

I feel it sometimes.

The goddess in front of us vaguely reminds us of Gleipnir and Rakshasa.

She is neither good nor bad, but she is a goddess and her values ​​are vaguely different.

Roman didn’t bite her tail anymore.

After simply thanking her for her concern,

She lowered her tone a little and sounded serious.

“Goddess.”

“Hmm?”

“Actually, there is something I want to ask you.”

“Heh, there is a reason why you came here as expected. Tell me.”

After receiving her permission, Roman organized the sequence of her questions in his head.

“I remember the moment I died in my past life. And didn’t the Goddess rescue my wandering soul?”

She nods in the affirmative.

“I feel like I have nothing to say even if I fell into Pandemonium in my first life. But I wonder why my soul didn’t fall into that place and was just wandering around.”

This child becomes transcendent and questions her own essence. It was a natural turn.

The goddess purred her mouth hidden beneath her cloth.

It’s a bit difficult to explain because it’s a knowledge she’s had since she was born.

It is not a difficult question to answer.

“First, let me correct you. What I said about drifting and salvaging is just a word I chose arbitrarily to explain it as briefly as possible.”

“···.”

“Each Creator has his own personality and individual policies for running the dimension.”

“Yes. I know that.”

The goddess made cute figures on her hands, showing something similar to a puppet show.

“The existence of an afterlife like Pandemonium means that a treaty has been made with a god from another dimension. One thing that must be known for certain is that it is separate from the creation’s knowledge that such a world exists.”

“···.”

A black lump with devil-like horns moves around the goddess’ hand holding her trident.

“There are various paths through which creatures become aware of the existence of the afterlife, but most of them are through God interfering from the outside. If you find a gap in the dimension, you can use it to allow creatures created by other creators to gain forbidden knowledge.”〈 Br〉

To compare it as simply as possible, it is no different from an advertisement.

It is also a gesture suggesting that if creatures become aware of the existence of another dimension and a positive change occurs in that dimension, why not make a contract to find mutual benefits.

“In the world I originally lived in, it was common to say that when you die, you either go to heaven or hell. But are you saying this is a dimension where there is no afterlife?”

“You understand quickly. Even though forbidden knowledge spread and religions proliferated, the creator of that dimension did not accept the contract.”

“Hmm…”

The goddess smiled and told Roman, who was drooling, that it would not be difficult.

She continued her explanation by saying that her world now has a similar texture.

“You will know that all souls who lost their vessels due to the loss of connection with Pandemonium have come into my hands and are undergoing purification.”

“Yes.”

“However, there are cases where you do not ask another dimension you have contracted to process it in the desired form and do not change it with your own hands. To put it simply, you are releasing it into a surplus dimension without an owner.”

“I was the one who was released.”

The goddess nodded her head in the affirmative.

“Rather, I know that the creators’ choice was overwhelmingly this way.”

“Why is that so?”

“Purifying a soul itself uses more power than creating a single soul. It is an inefficient labor carried out with only affection for creation. I belong to the foolish category of being stubborn.”

“···.”

A soul hovering over the goddess’ hand sheds its gray light.

It shed its pure white color and flew somewhere.

“If efficiency is the top priority in the creation of the world, it is better to create a new soul and just keep rotating it until the desired form is achieved.”

When a soul in an unwanted form loses its body, it is thrown away in a dimension where there is no owner.

The goddess rescued Roman’s soul, which had been abandoned and wandering in that dimension.

“···Thank you.”

“This is not something I should be thanked for. I did it because I wanted help, not because I wanted to save Roman. Furthermore, I should show my gratitude.”

“···.”

How this world was made known in the form of novels and games.

Is it okay to tell your lovers that you come from another dimension?

Roman, who was trying to continue with such a question, somehow found himself speechless and kept his mouth shut.

“Roman, don’t make that expression that hurts my heart. If there’s anything else you’re curious about–“

The goddess, who was smiling benevolently, could not finish her sentence.

The goddess’ soft whole body became hard.

She lost her warmth.

The fear that dominates the corners of your eyes.

Roman, who saw the sight, spoke out.

“Goddess?”

“··· He’s knocking on the door asking to be let in.”

The goddess muttered, biting her lip, saying that it was shameless to ask for the owner’s permission now that the road was cut off.

Next to the goddess who began to tremble, only Seolro closed her eyes.

‘Guy?’

She expands her senses as much as possible to see if there is anything she can grasp, even if it is just the image of a goddess.

Someone who wants to enter the image will not be a martial artist.

Regardless of calling him a bastard, the goddess shows respect for the god of war and shows admiration rather than fear.

Then who is it?

Concentration.

Concentrate again.

I trace my image in search of a sense of heterogeneity.

And I found it.

‘This…’

Very lightly.

Like something seeping through a crack in a door.

The smell of unclean pandemonium tickled Roman’s nose.