Goddess, Help Me! Chapter 1

"…Again."

It's the fourth time I've been in this strange situation, somehow or another I've already grown too accustomed to be troubled—

A week has passed since I started seeing this strange dream. The first time, when I was sleeping, it approached morning and ended without a conversation. The second time was in the evening of the following day. From the strange words that were being called repeatedly, I lamented my native language and went back to sleep (?). The third time was two days ago. We currently settled down with the somewhat safe『Goddess』. For some reason, the words he kept saying… I felt like I should abandon the conversation when it flowed into unsettling territories. Then,『I want to sleep, will you be quiet?』He suddenly closed his mouth when I told him. His beautiful low voice was soothing to the ear, if he were to sing, it would help guide me to sleep-, while I was thinking that, I quickly fell asleep. Yup, sleeping immediately after saying good night is definitely some kind of talent.

"…So, what is it."

"Haah, haa!"

The young man raised his voice for a moment, raising his head a few centimeters from the already familiar prostrating posture, and rubbed his forehead against the floor.

"Please help me, Goddess!"

…Ah, Goddess, hm… it seems that he has grown attached to this name. Speaking of last time,『Please help me』I was told that. It's a dream that I see every two or three days, but it had some odd continuity.

"There's a problem with the hero."

"Of course."

Yup. I remember. This man—was more of a demon rather than a person, he looked human but had pearl gray hair and red eyes, they were impossible colours, he also had pointed ears and winding horns the same colour as his eyes—the King of Dream Demons, he was responsible for the role of stopping the Human World's Hero from arriving in the Demon World. Unlike the other races, their military power was rather average, in dreams, they would be unparalleled and proud but during the day Dream Demons were blatantly weak, so how did they end up taking the role of confronting the Hero. Well, all the rulers of the clans that governed the Demon World assembled and held a Hero Prevention Conference, during of which they pulled lots and he lost. How-useless.

Currently, the Human World was producing heroes, it's at the state where every other person, regardless of whether they were the hero, would pop up here and there. Most of the others descended to the Human World (Here was another decision by lottery) and exterminated them before they could become a threat, but it still wasn't enough to suppress the Hero invasion of the Demon World. Getting the pest treatment, Hero.

And right now, the Dream Demon King, whose whole household was waging a war, was kissing the floor in front of me. But, in the end, his last resort to capture the Hero was to call upon a deity… and the one they called upon was me. Why is it. What a mystery.

"We conducted an investigation of the Hero after what you said in your previous awakening, once again, please lend us your power."

"That's… not really progress."

"I'm very sorry!"

Gon, the hard sound echoed across the wide room. I really want you to stop head-butting the floor, just watching you is embarrassing.

After listening to the rough circumstances of this young man in my dream two days ago,『What kind of person is the Hero』I asked, and only a description of their appearance was given. 『Go perform a background check! Isn't it part of the basics to gather information!?』I was exasperated. Until that last time I only thought of it as a "strange dream" but when my fourth time came……… I wonder if I'm considerably tired.

"Do you have any useful information? Um… and your name."

In any case, it's nothing but a dream. I stifled a yawn and rolled my shoulders to loosen up.

Today, my pyjamas were replaced by gray sweats. My bed was a cheap single pipe bed, simply put the blanket was as long as the covers hanging and strictly speaking it was just poor design. It was terribly out of place in the majestic hall. The cheapness was emphasized by the surroundings. Looking at the lean man sticking to the floor and the glistening elegant throne on the other side, I let out a sigh.

Why did the appearance of my bed have to transfer worlds too. Is there a way to will myself into a lucid dream? Even if it's a dream, I at least wished to wear a dress.

—When I thought about it, my sight distorted.

I rubbed my eyes. I tilted my head and rubbed my eyes again. Blinking repeatedly… It seems this was truly a lucid dream. The image in my mind was reflected. The thin pipe bed was massive, the bed sheets that were selected for ease of maintenance felt like cotton, and the ordinary blanket changed into a fluffy quilt. I think my costume is a night dress, the clothing had an elaborate design. There was almost no exposure of skin. I was slightly reluctant that it stuck closely to my skin and clearly outlined my ordinary physique…Hm, arms and legs are slender…chest grew…this dream is amazing, its got everything!

I unconsciously kneaded the swell of my chest. I have to make sure! Because this cleavage-! This weight-! —I, myself, would have been suspicious of this behaviour. But, I couldn't refrain from this change in attitude at all.

"I am Medismerut Wonomar E. Nasevi. That Hero was formerly the Head Knight of his home country, appointed as a Hero by royalty, he left his job at the same time. A serious personality… he's rather straight-laced as many of my subordinates that have encountered him have been beaten at their specialties."

Oh right. I recalled what we were talking about earlier and returned to myself. I patted down the wrinkles and cleared my throat after adjusting the hem.

"Anything else?"

"He seems to have made a promise with the king to marry the princess of his home country that he has longed for many years in the event that he succeeds in this mission."

By the way, the mission given to those called Heroes is simple, any of the several (?) Demon Kings in the Demon World, or eliminate all of them… I see. Because of his fidelity to his beloved princess, he won't fall to the temptations of the bountiful elder sister succubi.

—The dream demons that weren't good at direct battles were matchless in dreams and the beds. Heroes were still young, one of the three desires is lust, few would not fall to the stimulation of the attractive opposite sex. Usually the body and mind of the Hero would become useless and lose morals, losing their desire to capture they would be driven away by humanity. The Dream Demons are responsible for the Demon World. The rest of the Hero's party who returned to the Human World would serve until there's nothing left of their life force. It seems that there are heroes who kill among themselves, well leaving that aside.

Placing my hands on my chin, I thought. I reflected on two things.

"Does the king seriously plan on marrying off the princess, what if this was fabricated to get the Head Knight to depart on the mission… to give the princess's heart wouldn't be that smooth, this was a plan tailored for the Hero to get rid of the nuisance… What do you think? Me-san."

I abandoned learning the trivially long name, it's enough with Medismerut.

"M-Me…? Wa, no, I was rude. I'm afraid… both can not be said honestly."

"Maa, why not. The most important thing is to cut that straight-laced person's motivation to do so right."

"That's right."

"N-…"

A no nonsense straight-laced person-. Tilting my head, I imagined a vague figure full of wounds battling for the sake of his beloved princess and precious homeland. From the story alone, they sounded like a good person. A part of my conscience hurt a bit from trying to think of a way to trick the diligent knight, well this is just a story in my dream after all. It was easier to just think of this as a strategy game.

"…Don't you have something that can specifically deal with that serious knight?"

"What do you say?"

Medismerut raised his head, his read eyes timidly peeking this way.

"If the source of his motivation is his beloved princess, why not attack her? Have the dream demons surround the princess… maa, well people are fine too, anyways have the princess fall madly in love with a man, if things go well she'll marry that person and the Hero will be heartbroken and lose motivation."

I call it 『Operation Reverse Harem Otome Game』. Uwaa, I've outdone myself.

"That…! How underhanded! The light has appeared before my eyes."

Medismerut's expression is sparkling. The beautiful face in front of me looked dazzling for the first time, I quickly averted my eyes. The beauty has already broken through, I felt that it was more poisonous than eye candy. The Dream Demon King is amazing.

"…Then, let's commence the operation."

"Hm."

"The Human World and the Demon World? Can't you go back and forth like the humans? If I'm wrong then we'll just utilize a person. Spread false information to the Hero and cause him disorder. Shake the root of his motivation his 'trust in the princess.'"

"As you say, there is a buffer zone around the boundary between the Human and Demon Worlds…"

It's up to him from here on, I'll be leaving the concrete planning to him. Although he's somewhat bumbling, he has the title of king, so he should have some merits.

The Dream Demon King began to think. I intently viewed the situation from atop the bed. Straight and flowing to his back, his long hair gave off a dim lustre. His cool and narrow eyes peeked through his bangs. His sharp gaze dropped to the foot of the bed, he appeared to be watching something far away. A straight nose. Slightly pale lips that were tightly closed. Sharp face with well-collected features, he looked fairly impressive when silent because of his refined features.

His upper body was naked, only wearing jewelry wrapped around his neck and arms. Below was a soft shiny cloth wrapped in layers, and polished boots. The gold decoration that held the cloth to his waist seemed to jingle.

The colour of his hair and eyes weren't human. Pointed ears and red winding horns. Regrettably, if he had more grace interwoven to the words spoken by his deep voice, "Definitely the Demon King!" it would feel like… But the attitude he takes towards me is just shameful, the impression was a poor imitation of a Demon King.

Even so, it's been made by my dream-. When I summarized my thoughts about him, suddenly Medismerut's cheeks turned red.

"Ne, Me-san."

"Hm."

"That large horn, isn't it hard to balance your head if it only grows on the right side?"

Hm? He seems somewhat dejected.

"…In particular. I continue to live with this appearance because of the past."

Is that so. I understood and suddenly he put both hands on the floor. What is it this time.

"……Legs are, numb……"

I see-That makes sense-Because you're always kneeling right-.

…Are they okay with such a king? The Dream Demons…