A few minutes after Lucy’s orgasm, she had recollected herself and returned to her seat opposite the Clown.
It wasn’t as comfortable as before though, as there was a pressing issue at hand, constantly bothering her: her soaked underwear clinging to her skin.
For now, she ignored it and tried her best to control her blushing. She then spoke to the clown, who sat there with a confident smile on his face.
"M-mister Clown, I understand that you will not be the god of this kingdom, but I must ask you something. Will you aid us in the problem with the vampires? When I think of the children in danger, I can’t help but..."
Her voice trailed off, and a sad expression took over her face. Being the princess of the kingdom, she couldn’t help but feel she was partially to blame.
Solomon noticed this.
"Do not worry, princess. This is a matter I have already started looking into."
Lucy looked back up in surprise. Her eyes had a new glow to them.
The clown has already started aiding us?
...
I am such a fool. What was I thinking? Did the clown not already help me before? He is a just and kind god who could not sit by and watch as evil took place around him.
...
In truth, Solomon’s thoughts were quite different. He was interested in helping others, but most importantly, he wanted to protect himself!
These dangers affect me too, you know. I am also a resident of this city.
...
"Thank you, Mister Clown. Although the city will not know who it is that secretly saves them, I will continue to offer my thanks on their behalf." Lucy expressed.
She then rose to her feet and bowed deeply before preparing to leave the tent. It was only then that she seemed to remember something.
"Oh yes, I completely forgot to mention. The Kingdom has managed to capture and imprison one of these blood-suckers. She is currently being held in the dungeons."
Oh?
Solomon’s ears perked up.
"They have brought her in for questioning, but no matter how much they try, she says nothing. Some have suggested torturing her, but as you know, that is a practice that was abolished in the Kingdom of Olaria by my father, King Harold. I am grateful for him at times like this..."
Solomon scratched his chin.
I’m not sure if I agree. If torture might get us closer to finding out information about this god of blood, then I’m not sure if I’d be opposed to it.
As he processed this information, a new plan suddenly formed in his mind.
He looked at Lucy calmly.
"Would you be able to personally come into contact with this prisoner?"
Lucy’s brows raised.
"Umm, if I tried, then yes. Though I would be questioned by my parents. They know of the dangers of the blood-suckers, after all."
Makes sense.
"I would like to entrust a task to you."
"Of course, Mister Clown." The princess immediately responded, excited to help the clown.
"I would like you to deliver a message to this vampire. Tell her about the prayer to the God of Information, and urge her to pray it. If she asks why, say that this god, and only this god, can save her from her predicament."
"..."
The request definitely wasn’t what Lucy was expecting. She wanted to question the Clown and ask for his motives behind such a decision.
Then she remembered her place and remained silent. She nodded her head towards the clown.
"I will do this as soon as possible, Mister Clown."
Solomon flashed her a smile, and with that, she finally returned to her seat in the stands and allowed herself to return to her physical body in the palace.
...
With his meeting with Lucy concluded, Solomon realised just how starved he was. He made his way to the Milf’s Tavern, which was when he realised just how poor he was too!
He realised that playing god was not an efficient way to make money. If he wanted to continue eating in Redsham City, he would need to take on more jobs to fill his pockets.
Or perhaps I could ask the princess to lend me money? Would such a favour be in accordance with a god’s behaviour?
Solomon laughed to himself as he returned to his tent to sleep.
He would deal with the troubles of wealth the next day.
...
Meanwhile, in the Redsham Royal Palace...
Princess Lucy sat by her desk with a pen in hand and a piece of paper in front of her.
There, she wrote down the prayer that she had now memorised off by heart: the prayer to the clown.
Beneath the prayer, she left a note too.
~~~
Prayer to the Clown, God of Information
Oh Clown, keeper of knowledge,
You hide truth in laughter.
Guide us to learn and to share the wisdom that you bring us.
...
Please pray this prayer at night, as it is directed towards the only god that can save you from your situation.
~~~
Princess Lucy decided that the best method to deliver the clown’s message to the blood-sucker was through a written message. That way, she could avoid the suspicion that would inevitably arise from spending time in the dungeon to speak to the woman. Instead, she could simply walk by and slide the letter through the cell bars.
She carefully folded the paper and hid it within a book. Then, she made her way to bed.
It was only when she tucked herself into her covers that she realised another very pressing matter. Her underwear was soaked from her meeting with the clown!
She found it unbelievable that even though it was not her physical body experiencing the pleasure directly, her body still reacted as though it had.
With a sigh, she pulled the wet underwear down to her ankles and kicked them off. She looked down at herself and found that her lower region was slick with a slippery liquid.
She sighed with embarrassment.
"I will need to have my maid run me another bath..."