Chapter 42: Natalia’s Report
Sweet... Aurora thought as the semen trickled down her throat. Is it meant to be sweet?
The tanned student of religion wiped her mouth of her dribble and any leftover precum before rising to her feet.
She looked at the clown, who was now no longer exposed. The pink clown suit had magically covered him up and hidden his shaft.
Nervous and self-conscious, she asked, "Did I do a good job?"
Solomon blinked.
I fed you my seed. What do you think?
"Yes, you did," he answered. "Thank you for your service."
The woman smiled, proud of herself and happy to see that what she had done was taken as an act of service.
Aurora swore to herself then that so long as the clown continued to answer her prayers and give her the time of day, she would never need to have a relationship with a man.
The clown was enough for her.
Praise the clown, she said to herself.
Solomon, spent of his seed, sighed inwardly. He was extremely satisfied with their meeting.
However, before he let her go, he had a task for her.
He asked the woman to gather more information on this God of Blood and keep an eye out for what was going on in the city regarding the blood-suckers.
With her new task given to her, Aurora headed back to her seat in the stands and was returned to her physical body.
...
She found herself sitting in the bed of the tavern room. It was a room she had purchased from a place owned by an old woman, who was always dressed indecently.
Aurora had judged the older woman for her indecency before, but now she wondered.
Am I even in any position to judge? Look at what I just did!
However, she found that she had no regret. The taste of the Clown’s seed still lingered on her tongue.
She savoured it.
...
Solomon let out a deep sigh as he sat back on his chair, thinking about how lucky his transmigration was.
The world of Altearth was clearly filled with a substantial amount of horrors and dangers, some of which he had not even discovered yet.
However, he had managed to arrive in the body of this strange circus clown, who had happened upon godlike powers. Powers that allowed Solomon to receive sexual pleasure from women easier than he had ever received it before.
He thought on his luck for a few minutes before eventually, another figure appeared in the stands.
Is Aurora back for another round? he first wondered.
Then he realised he recognised the seat positioning. It was where Natalia Petrov sat.
With a smile, he gestured to the seat opposite him.
"Come and join me," he spoke, and she did.
Once seated, her figure was revealed by the pink clouds.
The first thing that Solomon noticed was that she looked even more beautiful than before. Her face was still stern, but her long brown hair was now well kept, and she was no longer dressed in prisoner garb.
Instead, she wore a splendid long-sleeved dress with a high neckline, and the bottom was long enough to reach past her knees. It unfortunately covered the curves of her body.
Natalia Petrov bowed her head towards the clown as she appeared before him. It was a clear sign of respect.
"Thank you for answering my prayer, Holy Clown. Surely, I do not deserve it. Your grace and mercy is plentiful," she spoke in a monotone voice.
Solomon paused for a second. It would take a while for him to get used to such praise.
If he had to guess, it was clear that his plan worked.
This pleasantly surprised him, as previously he was not one hundred percent certain whether the plan would work or not. It relied heavily on King Calvin XXXII and how the man behaved.
It seemed he was right, however. Calvin wanted some sort of bond with the Clown, or at bare minimum, did not want the god as an enemy.
"Thank you for your prayer. I trust that you are safe?" he replied.
Natalia nodded her head.
"Yes, Holy Clown. I have been freed, and the other women have been spared from execution, though they are still being healed in standard prison cells."
"But yourself?" Solomon asked curiously.
"King Calvin XXXII personally released me. He asks that I spy on you, as he believes that I am the one with the strongest connection to you. I am not sure why, nor do I plan on doing what he has asked of me. Ever since yesterday, I am loyal to you, Holy Clown. Please consider me your loyal subject."
Interesting...
Solomon thought on this for a few moments.
It seems Calvin does not see me as an enemy, yet still does not trust me. This makes sense. I wouldn’t trust myself either.
As for Natalia, strangely, I do trust her. She seems the type of woman who doesn’t bother hiding any of her thoughts.
If she wished to betray me, I believe she would earnestly come and tell me straight up.
Solomon crossed one leg over the other and nodded his head.
"How are the other prisoners doing?" he asked.
"Excellent, Mister Clown. Although they are still imprisoned, they are grateful to still have their lives. They believe that if they continue to worship and pray to you, the rest of their troubles might soon be solved, if you see them as worthy. There is one problem, though..."
Solomon didn’t respond and instead waited for the woman to elaborate.
"It is regarding Svetlana."
"Svetlana?" Solomon couldn’t help but repeat. He did not bother learning all of the women’s names.
"The woman who declares herself to be the King’s lover," Natalia added, providing information that might jog the Clown’s memory.
It did.
"Yes. Go on," he urged.
There was a brief pause before Natalia continued. It was clear that something about this bothered her slightly.
She took in a deep breath and sighed.
"Svetlana was not spared by the King. He beheaded her personally himself."
