The Clown's Harem

After Juniper left Solomon, he sat there in his circus tent with still two more figures waiting for him in the stands.

Upon further inspection, he knew who they both were.

Before inviting one to the seat, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took in a deep breath. Who knew what the day would hold for him?

After the gesture, a figure rose and took a seat opposite him.

As the clouds faded away, a distressed-looking woman dressed in a black sleeping gown sat there. Her orange hair was dishevelled, falling over her face messily.

There were bags beneath her green eyes, hinting at a lack of sleep. However, once her eyes landed on the clown, they seemed to light up with energy.

"Mister Clown!"

Princess Lucy wasted no time jumping to her feet and leaping onto the clown’s lap, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a deep hug.

It was a natural reaction that she could not contain. Ever since she and her father had travelled back home, she had secretly been worrying about the fate of the clown.

It had kept her up all night, and only now did she think it was suitable to pray.

Solomon found himself suffocating in the woman’s soft breasts as she pressed them against his face.

What a way for a god to die...

He laughed, and his laughter caused Lucy to rise back to her feet. Fear seemed to spread across her face.

"I-i’m sorry, Mister Clown. I couldn’t control myself. Seeing you alive after what you did... It made me so happy." She spoke with a tremble.

Solomon flashed her a smile to calm her nerves. "Do not be afraid, Princess. I quite enjoyed having you straddled on top of me once again."

Lucy’s cheeks blushed red like a tomato.

Afterwards she returned to her seat, and fiddled with her gown.

"I did not know that you had a physical form that could interact with the real world!" She then said, voicing her most prevalent thought.

"Ah, perhaps you should not underestimate a god," Solomon responded.

"I... I know. It just feels so surreal."

She had so many questions that she wanted to ask The Clown. However, she knew that she had already overstepped her boundaries by jumping into the man’s lap without being asked.

So instead, she thanked him as deeply as she could. Her worship of the Clown had grown to unimaginable levels, and she was prepared to do anything to prove her loyalty to him.

However, there was one last thing that was unsettling her.

"The Valanian Kingdom will never be the same after their death of the prince. If it’s not too much to ask, Mister Clown, how do you think things will play out politically?" Princess Lucy asked.

It was a question that Solomon had considered even before killing the Prince.

There was always the chance that he would have failed to successfully blame someone else for the murder. This was a risk he was willing to take.

As for the political state of the eastern island...

"Things will play out as they play out." He answered like a true god.

In truth, he had no solid idea.

Still, it was enough for Lucy.

After witnessing what the Clown was capable of, she no longer had any intentions of doubting him in any way.

Even if the future of the island was one filled with War, Lucy was prepared to put her full faith in the god. She only had the desire to trust him with all her heart.

She wished to be the most devout follower of the Clown.

Not wishing to waste any more of the god’s time, Lucy rose to her feet and bowed deeply, thanking the Clown once again before making her way back to the stands and returning to her bedroom.

Solomon let out a deep sigh.

One more left.

He invited the final figure to the stand, and watched as they sat themselves down opposite him. As the clouds faded, a tanned woman was revealed, dressed in a black skirt and white shirt. Her blonde hair fell over her glasses, and her face seemed even more tired than Solomon’s.

Aurora Blight.

Being a new worshipper, the woman still seemed taken aback by the process of being drawn into the world of a god.

As her eyes landed on the Clown, she blushed brightly, remembering their last meeting.

"T-thank you for answering my prayer, Mister Clown." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Solomon nodded his head. "Thank you for the prayer."

He kept a keen eye on the woman. He had known why Juniper and Lucy had come to visit him, but he was unsure of Aurora’s reasoning. After all, she had no connection to the events that took place in the Valanian Kingdom.

The blonde-haired woman began to nervously bite at her nails. Whatever it was, it disturbed her deeply.

"Mister Clown, I think I might need your help, I-if it’s not too much to ask!"

A request? I hope she understands that my help is never free.

Solomon’s brow raised, but he did not say anything, keeping up his image as a god. He would only respond once she named her request.

Aurora noticed this and finally spoke.

"I think... I am being followed."

The words hung in the air. Solomon did not show his thoughts in his expression.

Seriously, must the clown always be involved in trouble? I would like to spend the next few days sleeping and eating, if it’s not too much to ask.

Again, Solomon remained silent, waiting for her to elaborate. Eventually, she did.

"It might not be anything serious, but everywhere I go I feel a constant eye on my shoulder. However, when I turn around, there is nothing there! You are the only person I could come to, Mister Clown. I humbly ask for your help in any way possible."

A constant eye on your shoulder? Well, as long as the eye doesn’t belong to any demons or gods, I am willing to help.

"Of course," Solomon said calmly, as an idea formed in his head. "You may stay here with me until you feel safe."