A sea of wine, a forest of meat

Night. The warship Risha, moored outside Rebeck.

I’d handed all the chores over to the slaves and came here myself.

The moment I stepped inside the ship, the women greeted me.

Mia, at the head of the guard squadron.

“Welcome, we’ve been waiting.”

Mia, speaking in a tone utterly different from her usual self—soft, demure, almost shy.

“What’s with that outfit?”

I pointed.

Mia. The rest of the guard squadron.

Once wanderers of the wilds, thieves, survivors of the dust.

Now, all dressed in gowns.

Dresses like dancers’—wrapped in silk, golden bracelets gleaming on every wrist.

“Please, Risha… my slaves prepared this for you.”

“Is that so.”

“Do you like it?”

“Before that—”

I let out a dry chuckle.

“Is that your usual tone?”

“Does this one suit you better?”

"Not bad... but it’s itching."

"Would you prefer your usual tone?"

"Guess so..."

I looked at Mira, and the women behind her, and thought.

They’re all here to greet me.

Their outfits, their voices—everything’s made just for me.

‘Make what you will, and do with it as you please.’

The words the Goddess spoke when I was summoned to this world floated in my mind.

Build things. Build a town. Build a nation. Make something, then love it.

That’s the last reward this ruined, dying world can offer.

I’ve worked hard.

Started with twenty-seven people in the wasteland, now I’ve built a nation of nearly ten thousand.

Began from a place where survival was all you could manage, now we’ve got trade, festivals, life.

I’ve worked hard. I really have.

So this is my reward.

The way those women stood, the way they moved—felt good. Right.

“No, that’s fine.”

“Understood. We’ll do as you say.”

“We’ll guide you.”

One of the guard squad stepped beside me and pulled off my coat.

Handing it over, I passed through the floral corridor the women had opened.

Inside the rough-hewn warship, we turned a few corners and were led into a room.

It was a bedroom.

A bedroom with a canopy bed—completely out of place in a warship.

“What’s this?”

“We had it made. Just for today.”

“Ah.”

I stepped inside and sat on the bed.

The women filed in one by one.

All of them gazing at me with wet eyes.

Women wanting me.

Looking at them… I could feel it rising.

Same kind of rush as when you climb a high platform and the whole nation cheers.

They all clamor for me to take them.

I felt more like a king than I had at my coronation ceremony.

“Akito.”

“Huh?”

“…Thank you.”

I pushed Mira down onto the bed, her eyes glistening.

From there, it was literally a feast of wine and flesh.

One after another, the women came, and I laid them down on the bed, feeding them wine and food as they came and went.

Fifty members of my personal guard stood at attention, and I spent the night drowned in lust.

I only learned that the Saint Night's Item, DORECA, had evolved into something new the next morning—after I’d made every single one of them smile, after I’d claimed them all as mine.