The Goddess Is Obsessed With Me Chapter 74

"L...?"

Taken aback by her unexpected remark, I inadvertently blushed.

"What...?!"

The goddess in front of seed equally surprised, as if she had let slip sothing she shouldn't have.

I hadn't introduced myself, so how did she know my na?

However, at this mont, sothing else caught my attention.

It was the gaze of the goddess nad Eleona.

She looked at with a hint of skepticism, her eyes narrowing slightly, yet there was a deep longing and lancholic look in her eyes.

"Well... you see..."

She seed to realize she'd misspoken, her tone becoming awkward, creating a tense atmosphere.

"How do you know ?"

She remained silent in response to my obvious question.

"For now, let's move on. I have a question to ask."

At this, her complexion seed to improve slightly.

"I'll tell you whatever I know."

This might not be the best question, but ever since I noticed the tent, I've had a burning curiosity and decided to ask.

"As far as I know, the stature of the tent a deity receives corresponds to their reputation."

While I had anticipated this, the tents varied in size, reflecting the popularity of the deity.

Deities with no known followers received smaller tents, while Goddess Abne's tent was so grand that it took up half the plaza.

But before I entered, the size of Eleona's tent was so modest, it was almost like a regular tent – just a bit roomier for a single person.

"Hmm..."

She seed aware of this fact and appeared slightly uncomfortable. There was a sense she wanted to defend herself but was hesitant.

"To put it bluntly, your tent, Goddess Eleona, seems notably smaller compared to others... How many followers do you currently have?"

"Zero."

Her imdiate response left stunned.

"Pardon?"

The fact that she spoke of such a sensitive topic so openly made question if I had heard her correctly.

Even if she was a forgotten deity, it's almost unheard of for a deity to have no followers at all. This would an she possesses a feeble power, sothing embarrassing to admit...

"I exist in na only, a powerless deity. Currently, no one serves , and naturally, no one resides in my temple except for ."

Yet, she seed accustod to this grim reality, looking almost pitiable.

"From the beginning, being so powerless, I didn't even have a place in the Royal Road. My temple is in a forest where no one goes."

But why...

Although she looked sad, there was sothing different about her focus.

"Well... there was a single human who served up until recently... Of course, they have left now..."

Her expression was not of re sadness, but of yearning, like she was longing for soone precious, soone she could no longer et.

"Where is that person now?"

In response to my question, Eleona gave a faint, sorrowful smile and whispered as if speaking to herself.

"I don't know... but I'm certain they are both much closer and much farther than I think."

Her cryptic words seed to deepen the mysterious atmosphere.

"By any chance, the person who left you..."

It was clear that Goddess Eleona was mourning the loss of soone dear. It might be disrespectful to keep probing about such a painful matter, but...

Why...

I couldn't help but be curious about the follower who had abandoned Goddess Eleona.

This strange feeling of wanting to comfort her while feeling wary, I knew nothing about this person, their face, identity, or anything else... Why did I feel such sympathy and a desire to understand?

Considering that a deity, who has lived for such a long ti and typically remains unemotional towards most events, is this saddened, that person must have deeply hurt her. Normally, one would feel animosity towards such a person, but... That follower must have had their reasons... there must have been an inevitable reason...

I wanted to sympathize with the person who left Goddess Eleona, making excuses for them.

"Do you hate them?"

At my question, she looked slightly surprised yet intrigued. After a brief silence, she smiled gently and replied,

"It's hard to explain, but there were complicated circumstances that led them to leave... I'm sad they're gone, but I understand."

It might be fortunate... at least she didn't seem to be filled with regret. Given that she herself acknowledged this, there wasn't much I could say.

"Anyway, why did you co to see ? If you have any wishes for this goddess without followers, tell ."

Sharing one's troubles with soone else can be comforting, and it seed Goddess Eleona felt sowhat relieved after opening up to about her feelings.

However, from her words and the lingering sorrow and longing in her eyes, I could tell that the single follower ant a lot to her. This stirred my curiosity.

"I'll do whatever I can to help," she said, urging to explain my purpose. But in truth, I didn't have a specific request when I entered. Perhaps it was an inexplicable allure... By the ti I gathered my thoughts, I was already inside. Not knowing what to say, a silence descended, making both the goddess and feel awkward.

Should I just leave...? Or should I ask more about that follower?

Lost in these thoughts, the world suddenly beca still.

Huh?

A sudden eerie sensation made my face contort, a cold, hair-raising silence enveloped , and I felt as if I was subrged underwater.

The words "single... follower..." echoed in my mind.

Suddenly, a wave of pain surged through .

"Argh?!"

This wasn't a new sensation, but a familiar yet unsettling pain... a pain I had experienced just an hour ago.

"What... what's happening? Are you okay?!"

Goddess Eleona, seeing writhing in agony on the ground, looked panicked and concerned.

Why is my body reacting this way? Why does my head hurt when I think of specific words?!

My mind scread with unanswered questions and continued pain.

"O... 009...!!"

But I couldn't cry out, thinking of those waiting for outside and not wanting to alarm them. So, I just endured the pain.

Why is this happening... why does it hurt...? Sothing feels off... It feels like I'm recalling sothing... Then...

"Be at ease."

A calm voice pierced the situation, and my headache vanished instantly.

"Ugh.... Whew..."

I couldn't understand what had just happened. Why did the pain suddenly stop?

"Harold, are you okay?"

Another voice rang out, and as I looked up, I recognized...

"I'm glad I wasn't too late... I was worried when I sensed sothing happening to you."

It was my goddess, Morione.

"Goddess...? You were here too?"

She gently nodded in response and helped up.

"Yes, how would I not know? I rushed here as soon as I sensed my precious follower in distress."

She gave a reassuring smile.

Only then did I begin to understand the situation.

So, to summarize, did Goddess Morione co to because I was in pain for an unknown reason?

"Thank you, but what exactly happened..."

As I dusted off my clothes and responded with a smile, she gently shook her head. "There's no need to thank . Caring for my cherished follower is a virtue of being a deity."

Goddess Morione's signature smile, which was familiar from my mories, made feel genuinely comforted amidst the pain.

"But..."

However, her warm smile soon faded, and she looked ahead with deep caution.

"Promise."

She muttered a short word, its intent unclear.

"Uh..."

At that word, a mix of guilt and bewildernt began to surface in Goddess Eleona's deanor.

Yet, that was it. She neither spoke nor expressed any other emotion, just exchanged a tense gaze with the goddess I served.

"Let's go, Harold... Since I'm here, there's sothing I want to discuss with you. Let's have so ti alone in my tent."

Yet, after that heavy exchange of glances, Goddess Morione said so and, without waiting for my consent, grabbed my arm and began to pull away.

I didn't have any reason to resist, but her unusually forceful deanor caught off guard.

"Wait...!"

But just before we exited the tent, a faint voice tinged with sorrow reached my ears.

"...?"

I turned my head to look back, and everything seed to move in slow motion.

What I saw was the sa sorrowful eyes from before, but now there was an added look of despair on Goddess Eleona's face. She was murmuring sothing, but it was too soft for to hear.

"Don't..."

I couldn't read lips, but as she stared at intently, I tried to decipher what she was saying.

"Lea..."

I couldn't figure it out.

"Don't leave..."

But one thing was clear.

"Harold..."

Goddess Eleona was looking at with eyes filled with intense longing and pain.