Chapter 4:There Is No God

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Aisha cried for quite some time after we made our escape, big sobs that shook her whole body. She’d even peed herself. I understood how she felt. If a couple of scary men had grabbed my arm and threatened me, I’d probably be shaking, too.

Not enough to pee myself, though.

Those two soldiers were probably more gentlemanly than most, but it had to have been a terrifying experience for a five- or six-year-old child. Age gaps felt more pronounced the younger you were—high-schoolers could be as intimidating as adults to grade-schoolers. And the soldiers actuallyhadbeen adults.

At least, I wanted to believe that was the reason she was crying and not the crack of both of my legs breaking when we landed. I quickly used healing magic to fix them up, but that definitely hurt.

Currently, I was avoiding mention of her little accident while silently washing her underwear. We were back at the inn. Eris and Ruijerd were both gone when we made it back, and they’d said they were going out to hunt down information, so they probably wouldn’t return until evening.

Here I was, having yet another unusual experience. Just moments ago, Aisha had peeled off her small, baggy maid outfit. Once she shed her soaked underwear, I wiped down her undeveloped nethers with a moistened towel and gave her one of the shirts I normally wore.

I was left with a wooden pail, some soap, and a young girl’s panties.  A young, sobbing girl who’d peed herself in bed next to me, clad only in my baggy shirt after stripping naked, missing her underwear—my former self would have been incredibly turned on by this situation. Any dude who found himself in such a situation would be, right?

Oh, why didn’t I give her fresh underwear to put on? That’s obvious—I didn’t have any for her. I’d been instructed never to touch Eris’ panties, after all, and no matter how urgent the situation was, I couldn’t break what was one of Dead End’s cardinal rules. The thought alone was terrifying.

Ruijerd wouldn’t save me if I broke that rule. I could use my demon eye to try and run, but Eris would be pissed for at least three days. If she did manage to punch me while I was defenseless, she’d deform my face so bad I wouldn’t be able to taste food for three days…granted I’d heal myself well before three days passed.

Anyway, back to the story.

The situation was such that it wouldn’t be surprising if my inner beast started howling. Yet my heart was as calm as the still surface of a lake. Forget being aroused, there wasn’t even a ripple in the water. It was as polished and motionless as a mirror. That was odd.

I was troubled by Aisha’s endless sobbing, but I didn’t feel the least bit aroused. Had I become some kind of holy man while I wasn’t paying attention? Or grown so terrified of rousing Eris's wrath that my pocket monster was now incapable of engaging in battle? Had I locked away my own memories to avoid facing my terror? No, that couldn’t be it.You’re okay down there, right, little buddy?

Those troublesome thoughts preoccupied me as I washed and dried Aisha’s plain linen panties (which weren't sexy in the least) and maid uniform (which seemed to be made of high-quality fabric). I handed them over to Aisha, who had finally stopped crying at some point, and she happily changed into them.

Even watching her do that didn't arouse me at all. Come to think of it, I’d never been interested in Zenith’s breasts, either. I hadn’t cared much about either gender or age in my previous incarnation, but apparently my current body’s family were off-limits in this one. Life sure was a mysterious thing.