Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World

''Believers?''

''Yeah. Do you have any idea about that?''

At my question, the beautiful goddess Eva lightly swings her eyes to the side, appearing thoughtful. 

This has been on my mind ever since we finished the business in that strange dungeon. Like, what if we can gain power by absorbing the power of the people who worship us?

I don't know. There's something about the possibility that draws me in. That's why I even planted the seed right away by seducing Camellia into liking the same lewd stuff that I do, even though she hardly showed that before.

Well, a part of me certainly wanted to put that arrogant chick in her place, too, but that's beside the point.

In any case, if we can somehow activate that kind of process, then I can see someone like Tina gaining immense power since she's already popular, not to mention the mother goddess herself—Eva.

I'll probably have the worst time gaining believers. I mean... not many people want to admit that they're perverts, I think.

''I have never heard of it before.''

Eva's voice snaps me back to reality. On her face right now is an uncertain yet bemused expression, meaning she probably doesn't think that it is impossible.

Playing with a lock of my long hair, she gently continues, ''Of course, I am but a young deity. There might be a lot I do not know, and it certainly is beneficial to find new solutions.''

''You think so?''

''Mhm.''

Afterward, a brief silence descends between us. Almost unprompted, I decide to kiss her on the lips. Each time I feel hers like this, a sense of immense accomplishment always swells up within me.

Why, I'm kissing the world's most prized goddess, after all!

What's more... Eva tends to get shy over matters like this, and it's just the cutest thing one can ever imagine. In line with that knowledge, the goddess slightly averts her gaze; a little heat blankets her skin,

''...It is not time for that right now.'' She says.

''I know,'' I reply. ''If I were pushing for that, I wouldn't be with clothes like this.''

''...''

''Heheh... well, anyway, here's what I think.''

''Go ahead.''

Straightening my expression, I calmly begin, ''You and I can do some experiments to see if having followers actively wishing for your or my prowess impacts anything at all. I can probably only do small-scale tests, but you can do much larger ones, I'd think.''

Once again, Eva swings her eyes to the side, and after mumbling something to herself, she swiftly nods in agreement, marking our first decision made on the matter of followers.

''Grr... you pervert...''

''Yes, yes. Now, would you kindly sit down?''

Needless to say, the first thing I do after making that promise to Eva is call my trusty... err... creature? Anyway, Camellia is here, and she doesn't seem too confident anymore.

Ever since she witnessed that scene inside the dungeon, her cheeks have been tainted with a nice, healthy pink color. To add to that, she blushes even harder when seeing me in particular, which is perhaps reasonable. I was the one who exposed her to that world, after all.

But of course, I, as the Saint and a half-goddess, have the upper hand here. That is why Camellia still obeys me, even if she appears quite hostile.

''...So, what are we doing here?'' She annoyedly asks. ''It's not something lewd again, is it...?''

''Nnnno, I guess?'' I reply.

''W-What do you mean by that?! What was that pause at the start...?!''

''Calm down. I'm sure you'll like it soon.''

Ah, wait. That sounds extremely wrong. Hey, no, why are you looking so disgusted? C'mon, no need to recoil back that intensely? Everything is a misunderstanding...

''...''

So this is what it feels like to have a girl look at you like she's staring at a bug. I would rather do without it, but sure.

In the end, it takes several minutes to reassure Camellia that I'm not going to do anything lewd to her, no matter how much of a slut I am.

''Aight, here's the thing...''

''Gulp...''

''Do you think I'm a deity?''

''...What?''

Of course, as any sane person would, Camellia exclaims as if she just heard something ridiculous. A big-breasted elf suddenly asks you if you think she is a goddess or not? Yeah, I probably wouldn't buy that elf's miracle spring water. It's a pyramid scheme.

Now, back to reality.

The goal of this is to reshape her thinking—for her not to consider me as her old love rival but as a full-fledged, proper goddess. Only then can I get her to become one of my believers.

In other words, I need to forsake my mortal name.

''You heard it in the briefing, right?'' I ask. ''About what I'm capable of and what I will become.''

''That's... sure. But what about it?''

''...''

See, she's not believing it. I've thought about this as well, but people tend not to really accept something as a fact until they see it themselves. I'm not sure if this is a good analogy or not, but it's similar to how tragedies seen in detail are likely to have more impact than those without details, even if the latter might actually be more disastrous.

What I need to do now is show Camellia that I'm not a mortal anymore. It's all about believing.

Fortunately, acting is one of my strong suits, so a confident smile immediately blooms on my face. Leaning forward, I put my arms on the table and anchor my head on my right hand's palm.

''I wanted to show you something.''

''...!''

Channeling the source of divine energy within me, I rip into the world's space-time carpet and dig up a small yet seemingly vast piece of land—my own pocket dimension. From then on, it's just about bringing ourselves in.

''Do you like it?''

''Huh? Ah... yeah.''

When showing off, creating a suitable atmosphere is just as important. In this case, it might be better to pose a slightly mysterious aura. Deepening my smile, I gingerly continue,

''Truthfully speaking, I am looking for someone who can be my delegate once I leave this realm to govern from up above.''

''Delegate...''

That's a big, fat lie. I have no reason to isolate myself up there anyway, but it seems the naive girl has fallen for it. This is going quite well. Let's finish it off by employing the classic tactic of speaking 'half-truths.'

''Camellia Vivian. I would like you to take on that role.''I declare. ''Saint Vivian is someone I respect, and I would love to have his descendant as the person closest to me in the mortal realm.''

Watching her eyes go all sparkly, the faint tension within me completely dissipates.

''Of course, since you are working for my sake, you, as my delegate, will receive certain blessings and perks, too.'' I continue.

''F-For example...?''

''Well? I'm not exactly a competent fighter... in the realm of gods, but I can make you use mana more adeptly. Still, my forte is in another area—pleasure.''

At this, Camellia predictably blushes, but she does seem eager to hear what I have to say.

''I can let you dream what you want and experience what you desire most—in the dream, you can do whatever you want without a single consequence. Sounds attractive?''

Maybe you can even meet Tina in there. Who knows?

...That does sound a bit cruel coming from me, admittedly.