I Became a Gallery Manager in Another World

“Really… Thank you so much… How can I ever repay this kindness… Whatever you need, just say the word. I will do anything that I am capable of.”

After performing the exorcism and receiving overly generous thanks from Frederica, we left the residence of Blackdahlia.

However, I couldn’t shake off a nagging unease in my heart.

“Master… Why couldn’t the exorcism be completely successful?”

“…Indeed.”

When Elfrida informed me about the exorcism method, I thought it would either be a ‘success’ or a ‘failure,’ so she did not anticipate a ‘partial success’ like this.

“Could it be a lack of pleasure?”

The thought briefly crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.

[Sextaterus]

Vaginal Intercourse: 0 times.

Anal Intercourse: 0 times.

Oral Intercourse: 0 times.

Masturbation Instances: 0 times.

Maximum Daily Orgasms: 111 times.

Last Used Material: None.

Estelle’s climax count had changed to three digits in just one day.

To be precise, it hadn’t even been a day.

After redressing Estelle in her pajamas, cleaning the fluid-soaked bedding, and airing out the room, the actual exorcism took about 10 hours.

“…But what if that’s not enough?”

I had no idea how much pleasure would suffice as compensation.

“I’ll look into it separately.”

“Then, shall the bitch also investigate…”

“No. Don’t even think about researching ‘demons.’ That’s an order.”

I firmly drew the line.

The exorcism was impossible for me alone, so I involved Yuris…

But I still wanted to minimize the risk to Yuris as much as possible.

“Ah… Yes… I’m sorry… Master.”

“No, I didn’t say it to receive an apology. But really, thank you again for helping me.”

“Hehe… It’s only natural. Just command me whenever you need strength, Master!”

“Alright… Good night, Yuris.”

After seeing Yuris safely to her dormitory, walking alone gave me a lot to think about.

‘Estelle…’

It seemed feasible to utilize Estelle’s ‘clitoris’ and ‘vagina’ for the upcoming exorcism…

But the real dilemma was what to do below that.

“…Do I need to make the lower half into an erogenous zone? Then, by the end, I’d have to go down to below the ankles, wouldn’t I? Is that even possible?”

Even if it were possible, it presented a problem.

Estelle, who would have only just regained her legs, would find herself living a life where mere walking could lead to climaxing.

“Ha… My head hurts.”

There was too much on my plate.

Evelyn would understand that my intentions were to help Estelle…

But it was also time to check on Laplace, and I had a promise to fulfill with Elfrida.

[Space Dirt Spoon■] = [Helen Redrose]

[Sniffle Sniffle Poor Gallery Loser's Dinner Tonight dddd][6]

(Lemon pie served on a plate covered in Hs.jpg)

JustSayNiceThings■: LOL, back after so long and already out of money? Why are you always broke?

ㅇㅇ(112.468): Stop feeding the troll. Don't you realize they're seeking that reaction?

JustSayNiceThings■: Why doesn't this guy stop feeding trolls while advising others to do the same?

WingedHorse■: Ah~ you recognize Hermes tableware! For those unaware, the Hermes series has entry, middle, and high-end levels. The one in the photo is from the high-end range and is extremely expensive! Especially the high-end pieces are so delicate that they require special care, and it's said that a layperson couldn't use them even if they tried...

ㅇㅇ(37.19): So, it’s an expensive plate that's easily broken?

JustSayNiceThings■: Only complete idiots would buy it?

After remaining silent for a few days, Helen resumed posting misleading articles, seemingly having recovered from her previous shock.

‘So, not just a “black cow”… Helen might be capable of borrowing money and even repaying it on credit…’

The economy was harsh.

Whether it’s about saving the world or performing exorcisms, money was always the first requirement.

‘It wasn’t after all…’

With a mixed expression, Helen Redrose gently touched her lower abdomen.

She had been craving spicy food and experiencing nausea over the past few days, and even took about twenty pregnancy tests…

But ultimately, she was not pregnant.

‘Well, it’d be nice to meet sooner, but for Harin’s sake, it’s better to be born when everything is perfectly ready…’

Snap─!

‘Get a hold of yourself, Helen! You’ve just put this on again, and you have time to think about other things!?’

Looking down, Helen’s chest always sported the ‘Rose Brooch.’

Since the genuine piece was with Ian, it was naturally a counterfeit.

However, to call it a counterfeit was almost misleading as it had all the same functions except for the enchantment known only to the head of the Redrose family…

And Helen had spent much more time with this piece than with the original.

Helen had started wearing the genuine ‘Rose Brooch’ after entering the Holy Academy.

“…Tch.”

The first thing Helen did after receiving the ‘Rose Brooch’ was to make a counterfeit.

It was a natural decision.

Becoming a successor overnight with only the talent for reading trends, Helen had no proper support base unlike her brothers.

All she had was the ‘Rose Brooch’ as a symbol.

In such a situation, carrying the genuine piece was like walking around with her heart exposed.

‘…I was lucky then.’

At first glance, the ‘Rose Brooch’ seemed ordinary, but the Redrose family would not use such an item as the heir’s symbol.

The more one examined the ‘Rose Brooch,’ the more its intricacy and complexity would seem unimaginable to an ordinary magician.

Creating a counterfeit alone would be impossible without the skills of a top-tier magician.

However, almost all of the top-tier magicians had ties to the Redrose family.

Having them make the counterfeit would have immediately informed her brother.

‘…I really was lucky.’

Under such circumstances, it was nearly a miracle how Helen deceived her brothers and found that old woman.

“No one in the world, except for you, would recognize this as a fake, maybe five people at most.”

“Five people?”

Helen frowned at the old woman’s words.

“Hehehe… only five. The head of the Redrose family and this old woman makes two already.”

“Tch… fine, but who are the other three?”

“Hehehe… let’s just say one of them is the Demon King.”

Demon King.

While the literal translation is ‘King of Demons,’ it was closer to a title bestowed upon the greatest of magicians.

“…Why won’t you tell me about the other two?”

“One does not need to know, and the other, I do not wish to inform.”

“Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“Yes, trust is inherently about believing without reason…”

“…From the beginning to the end, you’re someone I can’t trust.”

“Hehehe… Credit and trust are similar yet different. If you truly didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t have come to see me so many times.”

“…And to the end, you remain unpleasant. So… what is it that you wanted to ask me? Money? Or jewels?”

Outwardly, Helen spoke nonchalantly, but inside, she was burning with frustration.

The old woman had said she would name her price for the counterfeit after it was finished.

It was a foolish agreement, akin to signing a blank contract.

If it were now, Helen would have turned her back with a snort, but as a young girl, she had been desperate.

“Hehehe… What would this old woman, with not much time left, do with money?”

Rustle─

The old woman turned her hand and suddenly a golden petal was in her grasp.

“After I die, if a child holding this petal comes asking for a favor, please grant it.”

“After you die? How would I know to keep such a promise then?”

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“Hehehe… Didn’t this old woman just say… that’s what trust is about.”

The old woman answered Helen’s question with a strange laugh until the end.

“Ah… thinking about the past again…”

Helen shook her head, reminiscing about old memories.

Ever since meeting Ian, such distractions had become more frequent.

‘…Anyway, now that I’m certain it’s not pregnancy, I need to retrieve the ‘Rose Brooch’ as soon as possible!’

She knew how…

But the method was the problem.

It would be easy with the power of Redrose, but that wasn’t an option.

Of course, unlike when she made the counterfeit, Helen had now established her position as the heir of the Redrose family.

Yet, many still supported her mother and brothers.

‘…Trust, as if finding someone credible wasn’t hard enough.’

Even now, Helen was weeding out her brothers’ cronies from her faction and replacing them with trustworthy individuals…

Yet, they continuously and tiresomely kept appearing.

If they ever discovered that the ‘Rose Brooch’ was stolen, they would certainly gossip about her qualifications as an heir.

“Ah… really…”

Helen sighed deeply.

It had been a long time since she felt so frustrated by not being able to confide in or consult anyone.

How nice it would have been to have even one person she could truly ‘trust’ by her side.

“…Why all the sighs?”

“Hmph! Why do you think!! It’s all because of you…. Ah, no?!”

Taken aback by Ian’s sudden question, Helen blurted out her response and then shouted in surprise.

“You?! What are you doing here! Don’t tell me you’ve been stalking me all this time!”

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