The World I Was Supporting Was Real

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Druruk, druruk.

Huh? What’s this? Did I already eat it all?

No way. This can’t be…

[ Igguoqueden: Is this really the end of this episode?? ]
[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Yes, that’s correct. ]
[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Do you like Lady Eirene’s ‘Process of Enlightenment’? ]

Do I like it?

It’s not just that I like it.

“It’s so delicious!!”

Gourmet!

Firstly, I was pleased that my ‘survey’ had a significant impact on Eirene.

I mean, how could ‘Blonde-Haired, Blue-Eyed, Innocent Young Empress’ not be delicious?

I added something tasty to something delicious, right?

[ Igguoqueden: I read it while doing handstands and clapping—it’s so, so fun, author! This is a comic! ]
[ Igguoqueden: Ah!! The ripe Empress is so fragrant!! ]
[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: I’m really glad that ‘Response of the World’ reached you well, Igguoqueden. ]

I lifted the cut again.

My gaze stopped. The scene of Eirene bathing.

Seriously, it was drawn in unnecessarily detailed ways. The armpit descriptions and scenes where the hot spring water overflowed due to her enormous breasts showcased her overwhelming presence from various angles.

From the story’s progression standpoint, it was meaningless ‘page-filling cuts.’ Yet… for a consumer like me, there was no more meaningful scene than this. I could eat three bowls of rice just from this.

Anyway, due to the scene where the tacky nun’s robe clung to her body because of the water, I had to read while calming another self that anyone would harbor in their hearts…

*Sigh…*

I really love mature women with big breasts!

I’ve already thought of all the keywords to search later.

[ Igguoqueden: But there’s something bothering me, could I bring it up? ]
[ Igguoqueden: The last cut says ‘Happy times didn’t last long.’ What’s that about? ]
[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: It simply means what it says…? ]

No.

I’m absolutely not trying to disturb you.

[ Igguoqueden: I’m just asking, really. ]
[ Igguoqueden: It just seems to be worrying me, hehe;;;; ]
[ Igguoqueden: It’s going to be resolved quickly, right? Nothing like choking or anything, right? ]

[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Don’t worry, Igguoqueden. ]
[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: What you wish for, Lady Eirene von Einsberg’s ‘Faith Fall’… ]
[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: ‘Response of the World’ moves solely according to your wishes, Igguoqueden. ]
[ PleaseGiveMeMoney: Trials are merely fleeting moments. ]

What?

Trials…?

I pretended to adjust glasses that weren’t there and shook my head side to side.

Then, I proceeded to type at a speed faster than anyone else—

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“Huu.”

Eirene wiped the sweat off her forehead while looking at the clean monastery.

While Iggon briefly stepped out to run an errand in the village, today was the day she cleaned this vast monastery all by herself.

At first, she was clumsy, but now she had the demeanor of a skilled worker, which filled her with self-esteem.

The best part was that even if she became engrossed in her work like this, no one would get hurt or suffer because of it.

This was the greatest difference from her life in the royal palace, where she had to trample over others to maintain her status.

Before she knew it, the sun was beginning to set. Time really flies quickly.

At that moment, a gigantic portrait came into her view.

The portrait of Igguoqueden, the god Iggon always prayed to.

She raised her head to confirm the painting… but couldn’t see it.

The facial features were still blurred and squirming, making it impossible to discern any form.

‘……’

Do I believe in gods?

Eirene thought that she couldn’t understand religious people. In her life, the only thing she should believe in was herself; how could one depend on the existence of an illusion like a god?

She wouldn’t deny that religion itself provides peace of mind and establishes a certain moral order in society. However, at least she wished to move forward without believing in such an entity.

If she couldn’t trust tangible people in front of her, how could she trust a god?

Moreover, even now…

She knew all too well that her interest wasn’t in God but rather in this man named Iggon.

‘Perhaps I just don’t fit with religion. If a god really existed, they wouldn’t desire a believer like me.’

Just as she turned her gaze away from the portrait at that moment.

—Believe in God.

‘!!!!!!!’

Startled by the voice ringing in her head, Eirene turned her head toward where the sound came from.

What, what is this…? Did the noise come from the portrait?

“……??”

Eirene cautiously moved closer to the portrait. Squirming, Igguoqueden’s face was still completely unrecognizable.

What’s this? Did I mishear?

…No. I definitely heard it.

Could it be… the voice of ‘God’?

Wait a minute. I feel like I’ve heard this voice somewhere before…

‘……’

Eirene stared blankly at the portrait for a long while.

Do I believe in a god…?

If I believe in a god, can I escape my fate as well?

Could I live a life not predetermined as an empress, but rather the life I truly desire?

Igguoqueden.

If I come to believe in Igguoqueden, could I possibly live a new life?

Could I be an existence that believes in both a god and people…?

Of course, the answer did not come.

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A few days later.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you so much, Sister…”

“It’s nothing. May the god’s plain fact be with you…”

Once a week, Saint Aigerdong Monastery provided free meals for the surrounding orphans and the poor.

Following the god’s words, ‘Even if you have nothing, you should not lose the romance of sharing at least a plate of fact,’ she was conducting a sort of social contribution activity.

The main reason was likely to establish a good image of the church, but just because there was a purpose didn’t mean acts of kindness were without meaning.

“Sister! You are so beautiful! Your golden hair is so pretty, like a wheat field.”

“The Holy Power Pouch is so big!”

“The Holy Power Pouch is bigger than a watermelon!”

“Haha… Th-thank you.”

Eirene was now able to brush off the innocent jokes of the girls receiving free meals.

At first, she couldn’t adapt at all, which led Iggon to help her with her tasks…

He told her that “Praising the Holy Power Pouch is the greatest respect for the nuns.”

Thinking that from the perspective of the kids coming to the monastery for their meals, she realized it was their way of expressing thanks, so her feelings of shame gradually lessened.

Of course, as an empress, it wasn’t a particularly proud sight.

“I worked hard, too.”

“You had a lot of difficulties, huh?”

“The kids can be quite rambunctious, right? I’ll apologize on their behalf.”

“No, isn’t it better to hear such nonsensical words than to wear a sorrowful look? Still, today was much better than last time.”

She had come to accept that complimenting the Holy Power Pouch—her chest—was acceptable.

“You’re adapting so quickly. It’s truly amazing, Lady Linashita.”

“Amazing? …Just how untrustworthy am I in your eyes that you call this amazing?”

At those words, Iggon smiled and accidentally placed his hand on Eirene’s head—

“—Oops. I’m sorry. I did that without realizing…”

“……?”

“No, it’s just… the way you protested, Lady Linashita, was so cute that I almost impulsively patted your head… I nearly committed a very rude act.”

As Eirene looked at Iggon scratching his cheek with his finger…

She carefully approached him and stood on her tiptoes.

“Lady Linashita…?”

“……Pat my head.”

Eirene said that and slowly looked up at him.

Standing tall, Eirene had to look up at Iggon, who was blushing as he gazed down at her.

“If you say it’s okay to pat your head…”

“Uh… if Lady Linashita says that…”

…Swoosh, swoosh.

Iggon’s large, rough hand began to caress Eirene’s golden hair.

He probably didn’t realize he was daring to stroke the body of the emperor, which no one could casually touch.

For some reason, a sense of wickedness surged through her as if she was engaging in something naughty… and Eirene’s stomach began to churn uncontrollably.

“W-wait, this is a bit embarrassing. Haha… But thank you for the permission. Lady Linashita, your hair is very soft and beautiful.”

“You seem to casually call everyone pretty. Do you say such things to every woman?”

“That couldn’t be! I only say this because it’s you, Lady Linashita. I don’t just say that to anyone… probably.”

“Probably?”

At Eirene’s sulky tone, Iggon smiled again.

Without realizing, they had grown close enough to exchange light-hearted banter.

When Eirene was with him, she could remain a girl, not an empress. It was amusing, but after hearing that she was ‘ripe,’ it emboldened her to get a little closer to him.

“Well, I’ll wrap things up. You go in and take a rest.”

“Please do.”

After sending Iggon off, Eirene raised her head and gazed at the sky.

…How blue.

A blue sky.

When she was an empress, she always looked down at things.

Living a life looking up at the heavens from the ground isn’t so bad, huh?

Eirene found this life pleasing. She even thought that if she truly had the name Linashita, she could live like this.

However, her true name was not Linashita but Eirene von Einsberg—and she was not a nun, but an empress. Moreover, a deposed empress on the brink of rebellion.

It was only natural that her destiny wouldn’t leave her in peace.

And—

“You’re not allowed to enter recklessly!”

“Get out of the way! I came here knowing exactly what’s going on!”

“I told you, that person is not here!”

“……?”

From the other side, she heard the urgent voice of the monastery head, and when she moved slightly closer to investigate—

Iggon and the head of the monastery were facing off against a man accompanied by soldiers.

That man. A familiar face. Count Rayfield. One of my retainers.

“!!!”

Upon confirming the man’s face, Eirene once again realized.

The dreamlike time was running out.

—and that the unavoidable fate had arrived right before her.