The Devil Who Grants Wishes - Chapter 242



242 – Family

“Umm…”

I was curious to see if the Holy Empire, which had taken away all power from the existing nobles, was creating another problem, so I did a little research, but it seems to have been unfounded.

No one committed corruption. I thought that there would definitely be one or two cases where corruption was committed as a result even though it was not the intention, but there were no such cases.

It just feels as if everyone is running the country with perfect moral standards.

“Why are you so surprised? A living God is supervising them all, so would such a hideous thing happen?”

“…I see.”

And then, as I was shocked to see the current state of the Holy Empire, Pierre, who was standing next to me and looking at me, looked at me and said something as if it was absurd.

What Pierre said is absolutely correct, and there is no room for argument.

When you lived on Earth, didn’t you always read once or twice in history books that the priests were corrupt?

Whether it was in the East or the West, it was the rule of mankind that priests were corrupt.

But the priests here that I can see right now do not do that.

Why? Because I, a living, breathing god, am passing by their side.

If they do something useless, I will come right away and punish them, but there is no great priest who will be corrupted. As documents are reviewed one more time until the very end, the number of cases of accidentally committing corruption even though it was not the intention to do so disappears.

Ah… Well, that’s right.

The corruption of clergy that was common in the East and West also became corrupt because there was no one to supervise them…

“I can’t always supervise everyone, so I need to establish a system to supervise the clergy. A structure that relies on just one individual is not good.”

In theory, do you know which political system has the best structure under the most optimal conditions? It is a dictatorship.

If the person who can immediately derive the most optimal conditions under the given conditions becomes a dictator, it is clear that the country will develop at an incredibly rapid rate. But such a person does not exist, and people will die someday.

If the flawless dictator dies, the social and political systems that were completely dependent on the dictator will be completely destroyed. It is not for nothing that the vast majority of modern countries have adopted democracy that decentralizes power. It is not just a matter of human rights, but whether the country can develop further.

In any case, since such a dictatorial system is surprisingly similar to the system of the Holy Empire, which is completely dependent on me, I will have to make efforts to reduce my influence in the Holy Empire from now on.

Of course, I have no intention of anachronistically slamming democracy into the Holy Empire, but since I am not dead and am not a flawless being, the structure of the country that is completely dependent on individuals must be overhauled.

“I wonder if I can call you Faust an individual… Faust is right. I think we should ease the burden on you.”

“Hmm…”

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Pierre seemed to have continued his speech naturally, but it seemed to me that Pierre had hastily swallowed his words because he thought they were profane.

And the words I swallowed might mean that I could leave their side forever. Saying such a thing in itself means that you lack faith in me, but if you interpret it differently, it can be said that it is not faith, but loyalty that is very deep.

Pierre is a political priest, and although he has little religious faith, he is clearly loyal to me, who brings him wealth and power, so I can trust him with the task of changing the political system. Of course, I was a little reluctant to leave everything to a former corrupt priest, so I had Aigokeros by my side.

“Oh, and a petition has come from the demons who oversee the prisoners and laborers.”

“Petition?”

“Yes, I think it would be faster to see it yourself rather than for me to explain it to you.”

Just as I was thinking about how to repair the Holy Empire in the future, Pierre handed me a document.

I heard that the devils who made a contract with me had petitioned, so I thought there were letters written that couldn’t be eaten… But that wasn’t the case.

“…Is this really what the devils petitioned for?”

“Yes, Mr. Faust. He suggested giving the prisoners and laborers permission to go outside for a few days to protect their mental health.”

“Well… There’s nothing you can’t do if you have a devil hanging around as a watchdog, but isn’t that such a strange thing for a devil to say?”

“Faust, isn’t he a devil too?”

“…”

I’m not sure what the devils’ intentions are. I think this opinion was probably aimed at something strange… But on the other hand, whatever the intention, it seems to be a good policy for prisoners and laborers.

Because there is no way in this world that people can live only by working.

If you go outside like this and relax and play, your work efficiency will increase, so it is worth considering the devils’ opinions positively.

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“Okay, please do it.”

“…Stop, I can eat.”

“Quickly.”

“…”

It’s always like this when I come home. We are limited to one person per night, so we have to make concessions to each other, but since there is no agreement on anything else, everyone, except for sleeping, is trying hard to get my affection.

Iris put some meat on her fork and held it out for me to eat, but when I refused, she made a straight face and just rubbed the meat in her mouth. If she doesn’t open her mouth, it feels like her lip balm will be smeared with meat juices.

Some of it is because I’m embarrassed, but what’s even more frustrating is that I can’t listen to this straight away.

“Ah… Hmm, honey. Me too.”

“Faust, how about this soup!? I worked hard to make it…”

“Me too… This…”

When Iris finally succeeds in opening her inner lips and putting the meat in her mouth, she causes the other wives who are watching to simultaneously stand up and try to feed me.

This is the problem.

If you accept the foolishness of one person, you have no choice but to accept the foolishness of others.

But still… It’s my karma, so I’ll just have to accept it.

Not giving affection to her wives out of fear of facing a future like this is nonsense, and showing favoritism to only one is also the same as being a b*tch.

Mumbling mumbling ㅡ

In the end, he had no choice but to assume the posture of a puppy receiving food until his wives were satisfied.

After eating 2-3 servings by myself, my stomach feels bloated and it’s a bit difficult to breathe. It feels like I’ll vomit if I touch it just a little bit wrong.

Woah, wow…

“Ugh…”

“Ah, Lucille. I’m sorry. Come on…”

“Aili, eat.”

Once the adults have finished eating, the wives act the same as if they had all made an appointment at one o’clock on the same day. Everyone opens their breasts and begins to breastfeed their children.

I don’t care at all if other wives are in the same space. Well, we’ve already seen everything we need to see, so it’s already too late to feel embarrassed about something like this.

“It would be nice if we could have a baby soon…”

“hahahaha…”

Lena and Irene, who have not yet given birth, watch with envy the sight of other wives breastfeeding.

They will soon have children and be able to breastfeed in the same way, but as they cannot do that right now, the deprivation of the two elf wives is strongly felt.

“Ugh…”

“Tsk, it’s done. The rest is dad’s, so let’s hold on for a little while?”

After feeding Lucille all her milk until her stomach was full, Lucia patted Lucille and put her to sleep.

Lucille receives her typical motherly touch and she falls asleep in an instant. She said her baby eats, sleeps, and swaddles endlessly, and she’s exactly right.

No, just for a moment, that’s enough. Before that, Lucia, what do you mean by that?

“Dad’s…?”

“Faust?”

After hearing Lucia’s words, the eyes of Iris, Celestine, Lena, Irene, Irine, Elias, and Belial instantly turn to me.

Flora, who has no concept of milk because she is a flower, just blinks at her as everyone suddenly asks why she is doing this.

…No, I don’t eat it. They said they wouldn’t eat it.

“It’s a misunderstanding. I never tried to drink Lucia’s milk.”

“She didn’t try to eat it… Are you saying she did eat it after all?”

“Uhuhu…”

“It’s a misunderstanding! Stop, stop!! Stop now and go to bed later…”

“It’s a dragonfly, that’s nice!”

“Well… I’ve already fed Ceres all of her milk, so there’s nothing left… I’ll be collecting it in the meantime, so please look forward to it?”

“No… That’s…”

The story progresses as it pleases about me. Not wanting to be left behind by her other wives, they hatch a plan to force me to breastfeed like Lucia did.

As time passes, it feels like the walls of the wives’ walls become more colorful and distorted. I need to apply the brakes, but I don’t see any room to do so.

…No, I’m really going crazy. Where did it all go wrong?