There were times when Kyoya could totally forget about Trickster God's influence.
The quest to see through Vera's body was one of the first quests. And because of his sincere emotions to help her, get closer and keep the privacy while holding the mirror, Kyoya had totally neglected the influence.
The tip from the death god was also helpful.
Accept the quests, but also fight them and change the conditions!
Kyoya had done it before even receiving the tips from the death god. He then decided to accept the quest and his sharp eye got stronger... His eyes only looked at Vera's nude body for a minute or so, then Kyoya got his vision strengthened.
He can see through a thin obstacle now!
There were also some moments where Kyoya was forced to land on Vera during her work or tease her with some stupid words that were literally pulled out from erotica books. Regardless of what Kyoya did, Vera laughed and went along with him.
She knew about his trickster god's influence and ride on that 'stupid', but funny train.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
It was an alarm prepared by Kyoya so that they can take systematically breaks. There were a lot of things happening in those breaks as well, but the limit had never been crossed. Nevertheless, Vera was more open and sought new, small adventures.
"It's a break! Let's go for a stroll!"
"Yes."
With the beauty by one's side, even the death castle and the souls around can turn into the pleasant to an eye scenery. On a small alley, Kyoya and Vera were stepping slowly with their arms intertwined.
If Xaya saw it, then she would be fuming in anger!
Both of them were still having some space for each other as it was not the tight hug like Xaya usually does with her ample bosom devouring Kyoya arm! Even so, they were looking relaxed, laughing, and talking casually.
It was hard to tell the passing time, but at least fifty years had passed.
Fifty years without sleep, eating, or even bathing. Kyoya had no way of feeling an urge to go for these common doings as he was a mere soul! Suddenly, Vera shook his arm and both of them sat down on the dark green grass.
"Before becoming a disciple of the death god, I was trying to be the king's advisor. My household was one of the noble races whose ties were tight with the royal one... So thanks to my blood and surname, I had an easier way of climbing up the ranks."
"..."
"Eventually, I became the advisor..."
Kyoya listened closely, his ears all belonging to Vera. Just from her tone alone, Kyoya could feel that she wants to let her past go and become the new person. The person who is not submerged in the constant work!
The person who is not a mere 'robot' to continue one thing over and over!
"Slavery was the common job in my homelands. And one of my close maids was also the slave, so from the little, I had been listening to a lot of stories about the slaves and their unfair treatment... How they were abused... and treated... One day, that close maid got found out and immediately lost her life."
"She died and left a deep scar."
"Yes, so as an advisor, I was doing everything in my hands to secure the high spot for my household, but also to erase the slave masters from the kingdom... This is where... Ah, in a nutshell, I couldn't change anything, and even my family didn't want to help me after all the work I had done for them. When the noble families issued a vote to change the advisor while fabricating some mistakes, my family didn't even try to object and stood silent on the side."
Vera didn't want to go on the understandable details. She had lost her status and even got betrayed by her family. They threw her aside after she did what they expected from her! It was fine for her to not go into details as Kyoya would end up cursing her surname for sure.
Still, Kyoya copped her hand and tightened his grasp. Conveying his 'soul warmth', he reassured the lady and the story continued.
"It was a hard job, so when I got chosen by the master, I found the work of death god's disciple to be rather easy... The divine energy of his accepted me on the spot and I could keep scrabbling and scrabbling... It was so easy and fulfilling..."
So easy that she immersed herself too much in the work to the point where nothing else was in her mind! Vera let out a faint smile, then laughed softly. In the past, she had been reading a lot and now, her current favorite was erotica genre!
Just by thinking about it, Vera laughed.
"How stupid, haha~~ But that asshole finally did something good."
"On the next break, let's bother him till he gives us new books."
"Sure!"
That laugh was so honest and joyful that Kyoya himself was laughing like an idiot.
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"Ah, he was the slave..."
Kyoya muttered out of nowhere during their return to the death castle. He was looking at the souls trying to get a second chance without emotions, but then his sharp eye had peeked into the memories of the soul by itself.
Maybe it was fate!
And his words had pulled Vera's attention. She shifted her beautiful eyes to the frozen soul and slightly narrowed those. It was an unexpected event, so the attention of the two 'disciples might help the poor soul.
The duo patiently waited for the soul with slight expectations.
However, Kyoya suddenly got frozen.
It was yet again the activation of the trickster god's ability.
[Trickster God's Memory Shift.]
The new ability born from the second divine energy pulled Kyoya into the memories of the soul. He appeared in a new world where the soul was experiencing the same cycle all over and over. It was the moment of his death.
"Kill me! Kill me!"
The man begged on his knees. The arms of his were pulled up by the chains deeply rammed in the wall... His body had a lot of scratches, deep wounds and overall, it looked as if someone had poured down the blood at him.
Yet Kyoya knew that this is the blood of this man.
The master of this slave was on the other side of the prison. He had a soft chair prepared and his chubby face had the wide smile constantly sending its beaming at the poor man. This only simmered its pain though.
"Huhu~~ Why do you want to end your life so quickly? You have been born to be the best slave, those eyes filled with contempt and grief are just perfect! No one has such eyes!"
Laughing and enjoying his wife was the only thing that this master could do. He had his attendants torturing the slave while he relished the taste of the food along with the screams. Soon, the slave violently trembled and lost consciousness.
His head hung down like a deadman.
"Ah, already. We have stayed here for so long!"
The master patted his belly, then left the room followed by his attendants.
An hour... two or more passed.
Kyoya stood with his face grimaced by the events unfolded in front of his eyes. He was clenching his fists so much yet no blood slipped out. The dog eats dog world is way too brutal if such things are regarded as common practice.
"I decided to ignore others... but there is no way I can ignore this."
The steps of the husband then rang out. He narrowed the distance between him and the man, then lightly patted his cheeks. The tears and blood mixed up and coated Kyoya's hand yet he ignored this and slapped the man till he woke up.
"You can move? Then... run away... before they..."
"Are you scared that the same thing will happen in your next life?"
"..."
The man's eyes dilated, then one of his pupils turned completely white. It was as if he began turning into the soul. But it was just around his eyes meaning the man is just as Kyoya said, scared.
Scared that his fate is to be the slave.
"The world... is not that bad... You have gone through a lot of mistreatment and despair already... It's time for you to see the other side... the bright side of the world."
"Can I really..."
"You can."
The man's lips bobbed as if he tried to say something out. However, his eyes no longer were the only thing white. He began turning into the pure soul ready to accept the second life and reincarnate.
However, Kyoya still felt a little bad.
[You have tricked the soul.]
He also had a strong belief that the world is mostly bad.
The other side is not that vast compared to the bad one.
So he felt bad.
"I believe in you..."
And had to comfort himself in a lame way.
[+100 STAMINA]
"..."
Kyoya peeked at the message, then his body likewise disappeared. The prison with the nametag 'Josef' became void of any people, then crumbled becoming nothing less than a bitter memory.