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Translator: Kazumi
Editor: Kabur & Silavin
The temple was deserted.
It was as if they were deliberately conducting a purification ceremony since there were no visitors at all.
Christophe looked around in amazement, to which Lirica explained.
“We were refusing to allow everyone to enter because Kousuke-sama is here today.”
Even though they said they were refusing entry, they simply put a sign in front of the door saying “No Entry” and locked it.
This was the first time this had happened since the temple was built, and people gathered for a while, but that soon dissipated.
On the contrary, it was thought that such a thing could happen because it was not usually managed by the priesthood.
However, this was of no concern to Christophe and the other guests.
The group headed toward the back of the temple, guided by a beautiful priestess.
“In this room, you will encounter the living god.”
Sylvia said as she stood in front of one of the doors.
In a normal temple, this room would be used by the head of the temple, but in this temple, it is not usually used.
The area is cleaned by slaves hired by the crown.
However, Christophe and the others would never know about it because they would never visit here unless they have an opportunity to do so.
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In the room where Christophe opened the door and entered, the person named Kou from the previous day was waiting.
Queen Floria and another woman were standing right beside her.
Moreover, the other woman was even more beautiful than Sylvia.
She gave off a feeling of being an untouchable work of art.
The present goddess, who was supposed to be the lord of the house, stood and greeted Christophe and the others.
In this way, he looked like a very ordinary person who could be found anywhere.
At first glance, no one would believe him if told that he was one of the Gods.
“Welcome, we have been waiting for you. I apologize for calling you out so suddenly.”
Christophe and the others were perplexed by the words that came out of the god.
Involuntarily, they looked at Sylvia and Lirica, who had come to show them around.
Sylvia, realizing what Christophe and the others meant by their attitude, shrugged and replied.
“This is the kind of person he is. Get used to it… I don’t necessarily expect you to understand, but you should expect this to be the way things are done here.”
At Sylvia’s words, Christophe nodded.
No wonder they were puzzled.
Normally, the Goddesses rarely speak the same way as Kousuke did just now… It seems.
Kousuke knows that the goddesses he met were friendly and open-minded.
Kousuke was troubled momentarily when he saw their reaction, but he urged them to sit down.
The room is not usually used, but there are couches and tables for reception.
They had been prepared in case Sylvia needed to be attended to in the temple.
Christophe did as he was advised and sat down on the couch.
“So, you wanted me to offer Kutur to you again…”
As soon as Christophe began, the living god’s expression changed to one of happiness.
“Yes. Yes, that’s right. At that time, you didn’t even have the tools to prepare it, did you?”
Christophe blinked at the living god’s words.
Indeed, he was right, when he served Kutur at Razequa Amamiya’s royal castle, he did not have the special tools, so he substituted them with other things.
This time, when the oracle arrived in Iyezu, he apologetically offered to drink Kutur again, so he had prepared the proper utensils.
“Do you have hot water ready? I can pour it for you.”
Christophe offered, and the living god looked surprised.
“The Crown Prince himself is serving?!”
“Yes, Kutur is a specialty of our country. Every member of the royal family is educated to be able to prepare Kutur.”
Christophe said this, and this is not an exaggeration, but a fact.
In fact, it is not uncommon for the king himself to put in the Kutur at tea ceremonies to which he invites influential people in the country.
The living god, who had an admiring look on his face, looked at Christophe as he was pouring the Kutur.
Although he was a little nervous because it was the living god who was watching him, Christophe, who is not unused to serving Kutur to a senior nobleman, made Kutur with a movement that he had become accustomed to.
He immediately offered the finished Kutur to the living god.
Upon receiving it, the living god closed his eyes and sipped the Kutur as if savoring the taste.
After taking a sip and exhaling a relieved breath, the living god looked happy.
“Yes. It’s a nostalgic taste after all.”
“Nostalgic, huh?”
“Yes. Well, as you know, as a former human, I have many pasts.”
The living god said with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.
Of course, Christophe would not be so impolite as to ask about his past.
“I see. We hope you enjoy Kutur.”
“Of course.”
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The living god had been enjoying Kutur’s taste and stories for a while, but then he suddenly spoke up.
“By the way, how would you like to handle this in the future?”
Christophe tilted his head at the sudden question.
He did not think that he had invited Kutur just to have fun, but he did not know what he would do in the future.
“Future correspondence, sir?”
“Yes, whether I’m going to promote Kutur or not, or whether I’m going to continue as before.”
The living god looked at Christophe with an amused expression.
Seeing this, Christophe immediately knew he was being tested.
It was an easy expression to understand from Christophe, who usually deals with a thousand and one aristocrats from all over the world.
Of course, there was a possibility that he was showing it on purpose.
Christophe was about to say, “Please promote us,” but he did not put those words in his mouth.
If the living god actually promoted Kutur, it would be an explosion of popularity, but the repercussions would be enormous.
However, it was easy to imagine that the repercussions would be tremendous.
Simply put, envy from other would-be competitors.
But there are plenty of commercial reasons for this, and they could supply as much as they wanted.
But there was another big problem.
There was a rumor that the living god existed in this world but tries to stay out of the human world as much as possible.
If this rumor is true, the status quo will be broken depending on Christophe’s answer. If this rumor is true, Christophe’s answer will destroy the principle.
Christophe had no intention of taking such a risk.
Above all, as the crown prince, he did not have the authority to make such a big decision.
In some cases, there is even the possibility of tilting the country.
Christophe thought about this for a few moments, then smiled and shook his head.
“I am happy to make it for you. That alone is enough for me.”
“I see. Then I guess I will ask for a set of tools through Queen Floria, thank you very much.”
“Yes, sir.”
In a normal transaction, there was little reason to refuse.
Christophe nodded willingly.
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“What can I say… It was normal.”
Remezhov commented after returning to the embassy after the meeting.
“Yes… But that man is unquestionably a living god. Even if he looks like an ordinary person in everyday life.”
Remezhov tilted his head at Christophe’s comment.
It seemed that he could not shake off the impression that he is an ordinary human being.
However, he decided to put a nail in the coffin because it would be a matter of national security if he were to be treated as an ordinary person in the future, giving priority to this impression.
“I didn’t ask you her name, but wasn’t there a beautiful woman by the living god?”
“Yes, there was.”
“That’s probably the spokesperson.”
“What…?”
Remezhov looked at Iyezu with surprise.
“That’s a good point.”
Iyezu nodded in agreement with Christophe.
Iyezu was left in a cold sweat during the confrontation.
He had sensed, perhaps intentionally, the immeasurable power of the beautiful woman whom Christophe had referred to as his spokesperson.
“She can have all those people and still maintain a normal demeanor…. I wouldn’t say that he is a simple man.”
Remezhov gulped at Christophe’s words.
“Well, don’t worry, you won’t have to face him that often.”
“That’s right.”
Remezhov was obviously relieved, and Christophe chuckled.
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