Upon hearing Inuki's question, I couldn't help but feel a moment of panic.
“How do you know about the fairy’s walk? And how do you know about it?”
It’s been hundreds of years since the fairies fell into an eternal sleep, so how in the world does he know that my walk resembles a fairy’s?
“Answer me first. Then, I’ll tell you what I know.”
“What the hell, old perverted bastard, what makes you so sure?”
“I swear by the hammer.”
Knowing Inuki’s firm belief as a craftsman, I paused for a moment, then sighed and spoke.
“I saw it through the trials of a socially maladjusted person who’s buried in the library.”
“...What?”
“I saw it through the trials of an outcast, someone who doesn’t have any friends and can only play with books.”
Inuki’s pale-colored eyes reflected a sense of confusion, but I was just as bewildered.
Ah, really, explaining because of the Mesugaki Skill is so damn hard.
If I knew anything related to the God of History, Karia would have translated it for me cleverly, but since I hadn’t said anything, there’s no way it would be translated.
While I furrowed my brows, wondering what to do, I heard a refreshing chime in my ear.
[The God of History sends a message.] [Open your hand.]
...What the hell. This perverted brat, was he stalking me?
Without saying anything, he’s secretly watching from the sky. How typical of a hikikomori who doesn’t know how to make friends, only creating enemies.
Well, whatever. Open my hand, huh? Like this?
As I extended my palm in front of Inuki, a sentence appeared above my hand, with a round brown circle containing a depiction of a stone tablet.
Hmm? Isn’t this the sentence given to the apostles of the God of History? Why is it showing up for me?
“Hm. The God of History seems to be watching you.”
Inuki, who had been wandering for many years and accumulated knowledge, nodded once he saw the sentence.
“Right. How troublesome it is to have a perverted, bratty little kid who can only build relationships by exploiting other people’s weaknesses.”
“How curious. From what I see, it seems you’re receiving attention from the deity as well.”
“Is it my fault for being so cute and pretty? How disgusting is it to see old perverts like that wheezing, begging to be condemned? It’s so scary, thinking they might pounce on me... Ayy!”
A sharp pain pierced my hand from the sentence drawn on it.
Ugh. Seriously, I didn’t even insult him and yet, he’s throwing a tantrum.
If the gods are this narrow-minded, how could they have any followers? No wonder they’re probably getting ostracized by other gods.
“You just let that blasphemy slide, didn’t you? You must be more important than I thought.”
“Did you only just figure that out? You’re hopeless, old man, with your poor taste in character and vision.”
Inuki tensed up for a moment, about to raise his voice, but he sighed and grabbed the back of his neck instead.
“Annoying as it is, I still have to keep my word. The reason I know about the fairies is because it’s similar to your situation. That great being personally showed it to me.”
He explained that he had received a kind of revelation.
A dance of fairies encountered in a dream. Heroes and the fairy queen laughing together in the middle of a festival. Suddenly, the sky turning black.
One by one, the fairies fall into slumber. The heroes trapped in sorrow, unable to escape. Amidst this, he overheard a muttered phrase.
“The wizard said, it was due to lack of preparation. If there had just been a little more time, this hellish scenery wouldn’t exist.”
Upon waking from the dream, Inuki, as if entranced, began preparing for a journey.
Even though he had a weapon of his own, he put it down and followed the revelation.
The sense of urgency to follow this vision controlled his entire being, and he had no choice but to proceed.
“I don’t know who showed that to me. But one thing is now clear. The being who showed me that scene must have done so for the sake of now.”
He gave a meaningful smile before rummaging through his belongings, pulling something out onto the table.
I, who had been waiting with high expectations for something grand to appear, had my hopes quickly shattered.
It was just dirt in a jar. Not imbued with magic. Not holy. Just ordinary, plain dirt.
Is he messing with me? Is this his way of getting back at me for all the insults I threw at him?
What a petty old man. I glared at Inuki with cold eyes, and he gave a hollow laugh.
“Don’t know what it is?”
“Did you lose your mind, old man? It’s dirt. Just some useless dirt. The kind people step on.”
“What... No. This dirt was collected from the very place where the God and the Evil God clashed in the past. It took a lot of effort to dig it up, after centuries of sediment.”
Huh? Huhhh? This is some symbolic item? I tilted my head, then checked my emotions to feel the dirt again.
[Your proficiency is insufficient to discern this.]
Upon seeing the phrase appear in front of me, I had no choice but to admit that this dirt was not ordinary.
Given how high my emotional skill is now, I could usually sense the emotions in sacred objects.
Yet this dirt, despite all that, couldn’t be read by me, meaning it contained something I didn’t know.
“Grandpa. Can you feel anything?”
<...Sorry. I don’t feel much different from you.>
But still, what use is this dirt if I don’t know how to use it?
“So, old pervert. What are you going to do with this cursed dirt, filled with perverts’ breath?”
“I don’t know either. I just followed the revelation and gathered this dirt.”
Seeing the old man act so proudly, I was tempted to hurl another insult, but I held it back for now.
I don’t know much, but this dirt might be useful for completing a quest. If I bring it to the skeleton in the basement, maybe something else will happen.
“It seems like you’ve got a rough idea of what’s going on.”
“I’ve got a nerd who earned magic by keeping virginity for centuries, so I’m thinking of showing it to him.”
“...Hmm. That’s not a very reliable title, but just take it. It’s better than what I’m holding. And.”
He finished explaining, then cleared his throat and stood up.
“I’m stationed in the forge where magma and iron meet. Come by when you’re done with your business. I’ll make you the armor you want.”
Inuki’s voice was the same as always, but his actions were different.
With a quick, almost animal-like speed, he fled the room, filled with a deep sense of fear.
When the door slammed shut, I instinctively reached for the door handle, guided by the warning instinct.
But the perverted apostle was faster, blocking my way.
“My lady, where do you think you’re going? There are clothes you must wear.”
There was no exaggeration in the perverted apostle’s words.
As soon as he opened his spatial pocket, countless clothes spilled out from within.
From simple everyday wear to beautiful dresses that would turn heads wherever you go.
Seeing dozens of outfits neatly arranged, I could feel the perverted apostle’s madness.
“Nikiss, please help with the alterations. The lady’s beauty has grown even more exquisite, and it must be matched accordingly.”
“I’ll gladly do so.”
The two of them immediately began to alter the clothes without even remeasuring her.
“Would you like to try this one first?”
Before five minutes had passed, the first outfit was ready. It was a light outfit that could be worn casually.
This clothing, which was closer to modern fashion than fantasy, was forced onto me, and I realized I couldn’t leave this hell until I tried on every last one of them.
“...Why does it fit so perfectly? How much did they look at my body? Ugh. Their attention to detail is just disgusting.”
With Karia’s help, I changed into the outfit, and I couldn’t help but be horrified by how it clung to my body.
Just by looking at it, they could adjust the clothes so precisely.
They were truly monsters.
Even if a regular person measured me inch by inch and put in the effort, they couldn’t do it like this.
Hmm. The clothes are fine though.
They feel active and cute.
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If someone posted a picture of this character model in a community, I’m sure the comments would be flooded with people asking how to copy it.
As I admired the clothes while getting goosebumps, I returned to the room where the perverted apostle and Nikiss were.
Without a word, the two of them just stared at me, then spoke.
“Apostle, don’t you think the sleeves should be a bit shorter? It would be more attractive that way.”
“No matter how much of a Nikiss you are, I can’t accept that. The skin visible through the fluttering sleeves is what makes it truly alluring!”
The two of them had an entirely human conversation, their expressions utterly serious, and I, exhausted, furrowed my brows and grabbed another outfit.
And so, I continued to put on and take off clothes.
Ugh. Why is it that the more I change, the more clothes I seem to have?
Is the perverted apostle making these on the spot?!
Or am I under some hypnosis? Is that what’s going on?!
Just when I thought it’d be better to train with the Arlen family, I let out a cheer at the apostle’s words, saying this was the last one.
It’s really the last one, right?
Let me see. A black dress. As expected, the design is good. Even someone like me, who knows nothing about fashion, can’t help but admire it. If someone who’s into fashion sees it, they might faint.
I quickly changed into the dress, determined to escape this hell, then stood confidently in front of them.
The room froze. What? What? Why are they staring at me like that?
Is something wrong? Doesn’t it look good? I was pretty satisfied when I saw myself in the mirror.
“Apostle, it seems my eyes aren’t objective. I can’t find anything to improve. It’s impossible to critique this.”
“That’s the same for me. Nikiss, the lady’s beauty has overwhelmed everything, and I can’t find a single thing to fix. My eyes are powerless against such beauty.”
...No, it’s not that. I’m just so surprised that I don’t even know how to express my feelings. When I saw the perverted apostle wiping his nosebleed with a handkerchief, I couldn’t help but show my disgust.
Then, I heard the door open.
“Daddy?”
Huh? Why is Benedict here? Wasn’t he supposed to be finishing his work?
Wow. His troll-like face is so worn out. How much has he been suffering?
I was startled when I saw Benedict, whose eyes were covered in dark circles, so out of place for someone like him.
Crash!
As Benedict stared at me silently, he collapsed, making a loud noise, causing me to flinch.
...
What is this?
What’s going on?! Is something serious happening?
Is it an ambush?!
Should I get ready to fight?