I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods

Side Story: The Final Chapter – 5

After the memorable encounter with my wonderfully unique parents, I called Floretta and Luna before visiting the Isar family mansion, leaving just the final task ahead of me.

“I told the family I would visit, right?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“And if I arrive and you two are lying face-first at the entrance or made a carpet with your bodies instead of a red carpet, or when I ask how long you’ve been doing this and the answer is ‘since a week ago,’ then your turns will be pushed back three times.”

“…….”

These two were not oblivious to what I meant by ‘turns.’ The color drained from Floretta and Luna’s faces. For a moment, I nearly panicked and asked if they were alright.

“I clearly said I didn’t need any such treatment, and if that happened, it means either you didn’t convey my words properly or you ignored them. Am I right?”

“N-No, that’s not it…”

Not conveying my words properly or ignoring them were both dreadful options from the perspective of the Popes.

Floretta and Luna trembled, visibly on the verge of fainting. Seeing their reaction, I could guess there had been some commotion at the mansion.

When they heard I was coming, they probably pulled everything out to welcome me. I had told them not to go overboard since I was coming down for Floretta and Luna, yet here we were.

“Sometimes, a little shock therapy is necessary.”

That way, some level of control can be maintained. The jewel bikini was totally unplanned, and the marble statue had already gone too far to backtrack, but this was one thing I needed to prevent.

If I had a shameless personality, I could enjoy an endless feast with thousands of women every time I came to the Holy Kingdom, but sadly, I’m not that kind of person.

Offering me such things would only be a burden.

“Stella, Selene.”

“……Yes, Holy One.”

“……What is it?”

Stella and Selene, who had just witnessed the future of the Popes turning a deep crimson, replied in a thoroughly subdued tone.

I pulled them closer and wrapped my arms around them from behind. As my arm brushed against their sides, the startled duo clung to me tightly.

“I need to stop by my apartment for a moment. Come with me.”

“W-What about us…?”

“What about the Popes…?”

“There might be something else we need to do, right? Like contacting the surface about my arrival. That should be wrapped up before I get there.”

The realization of my implied intentions quickly returned the color to their faces. With determined expressions, they saw me off, and the moment the door shut, a massive wave of divine power flowed.

With that, I wouldn’t have to receive any unnecessary treatment. I knew that if the Holy Kingdom genuinely wished to lavish me with hospitality, it could easily showcase the heights of indulgence.

“Thank you, Holy One.”

“I too, thank you.”

Only after confirming the divine power flowing from behind the door did Stella and Selene cautiously express their gratitude.

It seemed they had been too anxious, worried that the Popes might suffer consequences, leaving them no time for other thoughts.

I truly did not intend to punish the Popes. I only wanted to instill awareness of the consequences and cement the fact that I dislike excessive treatment.

“No, you don’t need to say thank you.”

“Y-Yes? Aah?!”

“Hmph?!”

I tossed Stella and Selene onto the sofa, their bodies naturally intertwining together upon landing.

“That’s that, and this is this.”

About six hours later, Floretta and Luna caught a whiff of the ‘scent’ coming from Stella and Selene as they returned to the room with me, looking terribly gloomy.

“It is an infinite honor for me, for the Isar family, and for the Raphael Holy Kingdom to meet you thus, O Holy One.”

Upon entering the Isar family mansion, someone referred to as the head of the family greeted me. She knelt on the floor and bowed her head, but such courtesy was merely ordinary in the Raphael Holy Kingdom.

As expected, the head was a woman, a beauty, and sported an outrageously voluptuous figure. Her chest size was comparable to that of the Popes.

“Did you say you came for the marriage of Seraphica Isar and Evangelina Isar?”

“That’s right.”

It was quite strange to see the Popes refer to Seraphica Isar and Evangelina Isar rather than Floretta and Luna. Now, standing beside me as a woman rather than a Pope, that was why they called her that.

“Of course, I suggest you first refresh yourselves in the mansion and rest from your travels, as serving the Holy One is an infinite honor for all the citizens of the Holy Kingdom, so I hope you would grant us that blessing, O Holy One?”

The head, who had almost immediately accepted our request, coughed awkwardly as she hastily changed her words upon noticing the glaring stares from Floretta and Luna.

The moment Floretta and Luna heard that, they eagerly grabbed one of my arms each and led me into the mansion. It seemed they didn’t want to give that up, so I willingly went along.

Over the next two days, I received treatment beyond imagination.

‘…If this is what Floretta and Luna managed to cut down, what on earth were they planning before?’

That thought crossed my mind.

There were indeed class and wealth disparities in the Raphael Holy Kingdom. Though the inhabitants focused solely on praising the deities, whether rich or poor, high or low class, such distinctions tended to remain hidden.

The Isar family was one such example.

Having produced several Popes in the past, the family, with Floretta and Luna as Popes, was undoubtedly unmatched when it came to faith and devotion, overflowing with wealth.

Now, combined with the justification of needing to host the Holy One, these three conditions meant there was nothing the Holy Kingdom could not legally accomplish.

I had heard that every liquid present in the mansion was imbued with holy water. They had managed to utilize that complicated substance quite well.

“Please take care of Evangelina Isar and… Seraphica Isar…”

At the end of the two days of intended hospitality, the head trembled and granted permission with great reluctance. The fact that she ‘dared’ to grant me permission was deemed blasphemous.

As I thought we would likely embark on rigorous training upon our return, I had to help her up, saying, “I forgive you for your unworthiness.”

“G-Grrrrrrr…”

The head burst into tears the moment she took my hand, foaming at the mouth, and collapsed dead. Without exaggeration, she truly passed away from being unable to withstand her joy.

In the end, I had to ask Eclipse for an unexpected resurrection ability. The sight of the nuns from the Isar mansion being utterly astonished was only natural.

As for the revived head, she was not an exception.

“I just thought of this, heh heh.”

The day after we concluded what could only be described as a faux engagement meeting, the quietly smirking Nix spoke up.

“We don’t exactly lack a mother… In a way, couldn’t we consider the goddess who created this world as our mother…?”

It was a bombshell revelation that was impossible to ignore. Just as well, all the people gathered in the living room turned their attention toward Eclipse.

Eclipse, who had just been released from dangling from the ceiling in the living room for orchestrating some dirty tricks in the sacred Brightest Darkness 4.

“M-Me?”

The newly appointed candidate to become the mother of eight women, Eclipse initially looked flustered, then appeared to ponder something.

“So does that mean we can now have a mother-daughter rice bowl?”

Her contemplation was brief, and the words that burst forth with a bright smile were more than enough to catch everyone off guard.

Silence filled the living room.

‘…What did she just say?’

Words so crude it was hard to believe they sprang from the mouth of the world’s creator. Wait, how does a goddess even know such a phrase? Do goddesses know these things because they’re goddesses?

I opened my mouth toward Eclipse, who was demonstrating that even the bottom of an image had its bottom.

“Goddess.”

I snapped my fingers. A chain made of mana precisely wrapped around the spot where she had been bound just moments ago.

“You’ll be tied up for just one more week.”

“Eh?!”

“Hey, Ceres! Someone’s looking for you!”

“This time, who is it?”

“They said you’d know if you come out. It’s someone who raised you. No way I’d believe this, but just send them back—”

“Wh-Where is that person right now?!”

“Huh? Uh, uh? The lounge— Hey! You insane lady! How can you leave this like it is?!”

Ceres, her eyes widening, immediately dropped everything she was doing, her ample chest bouncing as she dashed out in a frenzy. Her clothes twisted this way and that, exposing her bare skin without a care.

As a result, the woman who came to deliver the news grumbled behind her back, but Ceres paid her no mind as she sprinted off. It wasn’t long before she found the one she sought.

With a gentle smile, someone waved their hand.

“Everyone out because I’m having a guest! Quickly!”

Ceres chased away all the women, who, decked in pairs in the lounge, were gossiping about the appearance of the man searching for Ceres, leaving with knowing smiles.

Ceres recognized the significant meaning behind those smiles. The feelings she held for that man were gratitude, not romantic.

She had no desire to date someone who knew of her ugly past. No exceptions, even for a benefactor.

Of course, the thought that her benefactor was simply far too precious to her was the strongest feeling of all.

“What brings you here? I’ve been wondering when I could see you again.”

“I came to talk about work.”

“Work talk! Right! What do you need? Should I make you a sword? A spear? A shield? An axe?”

Unconsciously rising, Ceres drew closer with sparkling eyes. She had been struggling to repay her debts, and now an opportunity had presented itself.

“I don’t need anything in particular; I just want to enhance something.”

“Enhance? That sounds good! You came to the right place!”

Enhancement was the process of improving the durability, cutting power, strength, or hardness of a weapon using specific metals and materials.

There was a considerable difference between regularly enhanced weapons and those that were not, so demand was high. Thus, it was a technique that any blacksmith needed to master.

Recently, the monsters had all been wiped out, but new ‘animals’ were gradually filling that void, ensuring the demand would not wane.

“What weapon are we talking about?”

Though it made me slightly sad that I couldn’t gift her a personally crafted weapon, enhancement was by no means a poor choice. Ultimately, it was a fact that Ceres’ hands would touch her benefactor’s weapon.

‘With all my strength.’

I vowed to pour my heart and soul into enhancing it, working from the very tip of the blade to the handle end. Ceres made that promise.

That vow was based on the pitch-black sword hanging at her benefactor’s waist, but that thought was destined to change soon.

“Let’s start lightly with this amount.”

Just as her benefactor asked for enhancements, a portal opened, spewing out nearly fifty weapons.

“……Lightly?”

“Yep. There are about three times more than what’s here.”

‘O-Oh, with all my strength…?’

Ceres’ resolve to enhance her benefactor’s weapon wavered ever so slightly.

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