The next day, Louis opened his eyes.

    ‘Here…?’

    A familiar sight.

    It was the duke’s room.

    “Ugh.”

    My whole body ached. It felt like I had rolled around somewhere.

    “Ugh… !”

    The pain is coming.

    My ankles in particular hurt.

    The ankle was wrapped tightly in a brass splint.

    “Ah.”

    Now I remember what happened yesterday.

    A hunting competition that marks the beginning of the harvest festival.

    I caught a bear there.

    And the mother to the goblins… .

    Just thinking about it makes me breathless.

    dripping-

    Finally, someone knocks on the door.

    “Hey, come in.”

    “Oh my, you’re awake.”

    The one who opened the door and came in was the dark elf maid Blushu.

    Blueshoe, holding a silver tray, closes the door in a somewhat reserved manner. She looks like a model maid, just like a painting.

    “Blueshoes.”

    “How are you feeling?”

    “Yeah, I’m fine except for my ankle.”

    “You have to stay like this for at least a month. You have to eat well and sleep well for a month.”

    “Why am I here? I was clearly caught in a horse. Who saved my mom and me?”

    “Officially.”

    Blushu places a covered silver platter on the side table.

    “The Lord was badly injured while hunting a bear. And the Duchess caught a cold while hunting a deer.”

    “That’s not true. There’s too much missing from the story.”

    “Yes. That’s not true. If I were to reveal the truth, it would cause a huge backlash that would be difficult to handle.”

    “Ah… .”

    “Do you understand?”

    “… Yeah.”

    There are goblins in the Nisse Forest.

    And the Duchess was defiled by a goblin.

    It was clear that if these facts were known, the whole city would turn upside down.

    This was no ordinary affair. It was obvious that chaos would ensue.

    “Still, shouldn’t we know about the goblins?”

    “Don’t worry. Everyone who needs to know already knows. The truth isn’t fair to everyone.”

    It was a strange answer.

    “What about your mother?”

    “The Duchess is currently receiving treatment.”

    “Treatment? Ma, are you hurt a lot?”

    “Hmm, if it’s a physical injury, then not at all. But if it’s a spiritual or spiritual injury, then it’s a serious injury.”

    This time again, it was a strange answer.

    When it came to the truth that he didn’t want to reveal, Blushu would often use vague words to avoid answering.

    I know from experience that asking questions in situations like this is difficult to get an answer to.

    “Then you’re saying I can’t meet my mother yet?”

    “Yes. When the Duchess gets better, she will probably come to see you first.”

    “… Yeah.”

    I missed my mother so much, but I held back. Just because I was the successor to the Nisse family didn’t mean I could have everything I wanted.

    Sometimes you have to know how to be patient.

    “Then, I will inform the attending physician that the young master has woken up.”

    “Wait a minute, Blueshoe.”

    He grabs Blueshoe, who is trying to get up from her seat.

    “You saved us. You were Blueshoe, right? You were there at that time, right?”

    “… Why do you think so?”

    “Before I passed out, I saw it. I saw it for sure. I saw Blueshoe walking towards me.”

    “Oh my, was the young master dreaming? That would never happen. How could a weak maid like me go to such a dangerous and deep place?”

    “Blueshoe can use magic.”

    “As you know, I’m a low-level magician who can only use the magic of dusting. They say that when you’re in a weak state, you can see the person you want to see the most, but I didn’t know that you would think of me like that.”

    “… Is that so.”

    ‘Dust-removing magic? That’s a blatant lie.’

    Knowing how powerful a wizard Blushu was, it sounded like an incredibly blatant lie.

    “From now on, you must stay on this bed. Do not get up without someone’s help.”

    Blushu gets up from his seat.

    “Please wait a moment, and the kitchen will bring you some food. You should eat a lot to get better quickly. Okay?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Oh, right. And from now on, I will be your dedicated maid.”

    “… Dedicated maid? Blue Sugar?”

    “Yes! Until you get better. From beginning to end. From the tip of your toes to the crown of your head, I will take responsibility for everything.”

    Blushu’s words, recited in a flat, toneless tone, make my hair stand on end.

    “Call me whenever you need me. Then. Rest well.”

    Blushu, who had become Louis’ dedicated maid, closed the door and left.

    “… Because I got hurt. It would be right to have a maid.”

    I didn’t know that Blushu would be my dedicated maid. Blushu was probably the busiest person in the mansion, so I didn’t expect that she would be given the position of dedicated maid again.

    ‘Does he care that much about me? Or is there another intention?’

    I was suspicious. I was starting to have doubts about Blushu.

    “Whew, I can’t enjoy the harvest festival. I can’t see my mother. Am I just going to have to lie here for a while… .”

    I had a headache. Lying still in the room didn’t suit my constitution.

    Still, I didn’t want to keep walking around and sprain my ankle. If I wanted to walk again, I had to just lie down in bed like Blushu had said.

    “By the way, what is this that Blueshoe brought? What is this? I didn’t hear the explanation.”

    Louis reaches out and opens the lid of the silver tray on the side table.

    “Ah.”

    On the silver platter was a lump of gold paper.

    It was a hand bell that emitted an ominous light.

    *

    The Duchess was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom.

    She was dressed in a pure white one-piece pajamas, and she was drumming her fingertips on the table nervously.

    “It’s difficult, it’s difficult… .”

    Unlike Louis, who had a broken ankle, the Duchess was unharmed.

    Still, there was a reason why he was isolated in this room.

    ‘corruption.’

    Creatures that came into contact with the creation of the evil god were bound to become mentally corrupted.

    For example, women who had been used as matriarchs in goblin dens for a long time were often found rescued as hungry females who only craved sleep.

    This was far from a mental shock or trauma. It was a feeling of the soul being polluted. This was the curse of the evil spirit.

    What was most dangerous about this was that corruption was contagious, from woman to woman and from man to man, this moral pollution and decay was bound to spread.

    The solution was to nip it in the bud before it spread beyond what could be done.

    At that point, the Duchess felt very wronged.

    “It’s true that I had sex with a goblin for a while… but not to this extent… .”

    I wasn’t sexually assaulted, nor was I in constant contact with goblins.

    That’s why I felt a little bit unfairly treated like this.

    “This, the mouth is okay…! It wasn’t even inserted enough to push my uterus up, it was just normal sex. There was no stinging at all. ”

    The Duchess was now waiting for a priest to diagnose her ‘corruption’.

    “It’s definitely not bad enough to call a priest. I know my body condition well. Hmm… That, I liked sleeping before I even made contact with the goblin… .”

    The only fortunate thing was that only a few close associates and soldiers knew that the Duchess had been brutally raped in the mouth, vagina, and anus by goblins.

    There was no need to worry about rumors spreading.

    ‘If I get diagnosed with corruption by a priest now, it’s over. The situation is over. I have to go see my son right away… .’

    I was so worried because I only heard that he was badly injured.

    It was difficult to organize my thoughts.

    dripping-

    It seemed as if a priest had arrived.

    “Come in.”

    The door opens, and a nun with a somewhat embarrassed appearance greets you politely.

    “Hello, Duchess, I am Sister Pelateyu, a healer working in the Eastern Reclamation Area.”

    “Ah, a nun… you say?”

    I was taken aback.

    That was understandable, because the appearance of this woman introducing herself as a nun was so bold.

    A tight-fitting black nun’s habit with a side slit that goes up to the hips. High-heeled enamel high heels and fishnet stockings. Heavy makeup and earrings with dangling jewels.

    Apart from the veil on her head, there was not a single trace of a nun in sight.

    It was such an obscene sight that I thought she might be a prostitute cosplaying as a nun.

    “Sister… right?”

    “Ah! I guess you’ve never heard about me. I serve the goddess of beauty.”

    “Aha.”

    If she was the goddess of beauty, it made sense that Sister Pelateyu would look like that.

    “If you worship the goddess of beauty, then I understand.”

    “Thank you for understanding. It’s still an atmosphere of rejection in conservative places.”

    The main tenet of the goddess of beauty was ultimate beauty.

    That is why statues depicting goddesses and priests who worshipped the goddesses had no choice but to pursue that ultimate beauty.

    However, beauty was a factor strongly influenced by subjective standards.

    Perhaps in this hometown of Sister Pelateyu, such an obscene and vulgar appearance was the standard of beauty.

    ‘Wait a minute… Is there a place on the continent that so blatantly pursues vulgarity as beauty?’

    Suddenly I felt something strange.

    “Okay. Then shall we start with the examination? Your wife is very busy and a high-ranking official. I can’t take up too much of her time.”

    “Ah. Yes.”

    The Duchess stood up. She just wanted to clear her name of ‘corruption’ as soon as possible.

    ‘Since it was recommended by Blueshoe, you can trust the nun.’

    Still, Blushu was a person you could firmly trust.

    Sister Pelateyu expertly wears a translucent silk mask and velvet gloves.

    It felt a bit flimsy as a protective suit to protect against contamination, but in any case, Sister Pelateyu was the expert. I had no choice but to trust and follow her.

    “Okay, then can you please take off all your clothes? I need to check every part of your body carefully.”

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