The Clown's Harem

Solomon spent the rest of the night sitting in his tent, trying to figure out what in the hells had just happened.

This whole time, Juniper was related to Ba’al, God of Decay, whose real name was Junior.

So when she spoke of being long-sworn enemies with the god, that was just a cover-up. In truth, she wanted to remove her brother from the darkness?

Why couldn’t she just say that?! I would have still helped her if she had told me the truth.

...

How can gods be siblings anyway?

After musing over these thoughts, Solomon attempted praying to them both once again. Multiple times.

It never worked.

Juniper did not answer and greet him with her beautiful body, and Ba’al did not try to attack and age him to the point of death.

He suspected that this was because they had arrived home... wherever that was.

Solomon let out a great sigh. Despite being left utterly bamboozled, a sense of clarity did now float through his mind.

He felt as though his first, most glaring problem that he had to face within the world of Altearth had been resolved.

Of course, he felt certain that more problems could arise from this in the future, but for now, he could relax.

Juniper had restored his body and removed his hunger, so he did not need to eat or drink at that current moment. He was able to simply sit in his tent and close his eyes.

Or at least, that was what he thought.

A figure appeared in the stands, sitting in a seat he was very familiar with.

It was hard for him not to keep the smile from his face.

Rising to a proper seated position, Solomon gestured towards the seat opposite him.

"You may come and join me," he said casually.

The figure rose and took him up on his offer.

Once seated, the pink clouds started to dissipate, and eventually, a woman was left sitting in front of him.

Her orange hair was wet and curly, reaching her bare shoulders. She was only dressed in underwear which was a vibrant orange shade, matching her hair. The bra was laced and struggled to hide the woman’s large bust, whilst the panties were revealing and thong-like, gripping her lower regions tightly.

Her body was doused in scented body oil, giving her skin a glistening coating and a scent that smelled like flowers.

Her freckled cheeks were blushed as she tried to cover her body, as though Solomon had not seen her in much more lewd ways in the past.

"M-mister Clown, thank you for answering my prayer. I apologise for being so inappropriately dressed. It’s just... I did not expect you to answer. I was simply praying before I went to sleep."

The Clown couldn’t help but smile at the woman’s nervousness.

It seems I’ve put you in an embarrassing situation. Apologies, I would have answered you sooner, but I was busy being deceived by my fellow gods.

"Do not worry, Princess Lucy. Thank you for your prayer. How have you been?"

The princess visibly relaxed, but she bit down on her lip.

"Not so good. Father has been very... protective of me since what happened in Vodengaard. He believes that someday, an assassin might be sent for me," she said worriedly.

The Clown shook his head.

"No assassin will strike you. Not so long as you have my protection," he replied.

Lucy’s eyes seemed to light up with joy.

"T-thank you, Mister Clown. Sometimes I wonder, if I had not met you, then where would I be?"

Married to Prince Godrick, most likely. A terrible fate.

But he dismissed the question.

"There is no need to dwell on impossible scenarios. You have met me because it was in your fate."

In truth, Solomon knew nothing about fate. He hoped that if a God of Fate existed, he would forgive him for speaking so certainly about its domain.

Still, the words seemed to work on Lucy. She sighed, and her body seemed to relax further.

Solomon did not shy away from staring at the way her breasts jiggled within their restraints as she did.

...

The two sat silently for a few seconds.

He wanted to ask her about the political state of the Eastern Island, but it did not suit him to do so. If he revealed that he needed to rely on the princess to learn about the physical world, it would make him seem weak and lacking in knowledge, especially since she already knew that the Clown existed in the physical world too.

Instead, he found a roundabout way to ask her.

"How does your family prepare for the war?" he asked.

It was a great risk. In truth, there was no war, as far as the public knew.

However, Solomon was smart. He knew that there were multiple possible wars that could come from the result of the prince’s death:

A war of succession, between the remaining princes and heirs of the Valanian Kingdom.

A war of invasion, if the other kingdoms—the Olaria Kingdom and the Kingdom of Calvin—wished to strike at the Valanian Kingdom whilst they were weak and claim their land as their own.

Or even a civil war, which was always a possibility when such an event happened.

As he asked the question, Lucy’s eyes went wide.

How did the Clown know about the letter the king wrote to my father? He swore that only his closest allies would be allowed to read it.

The letter that she spoke of arrived from King Malagen of the Valanian Kingdom. After the death of his son, he believed the Kingdom of Calvin would strike him, so he begged for the Olaria Kingdom’s aid.

She revealed this all to the Clown, not knowing that it was the first time he had heard of all this.

He pretended to be indifferent, but in reality, he was incredibly amused and grateful for the information.

She continued on to explain that her father had not yet given King Malagen his answer. It seemed he was cautious regarding the Valanians, after he and his daughter were almost killed in their palace.

...

After gathering this information, Solomon crossed his legs, pleased.

There was not much more that he wished to talk about with Lucy. After all, he believed there was much for him to do.

However, as she sat so bare and exposed in front of him, there was a request that sat on his mind. He found it difficult not to ask it.

Lucy felt the Clown eyeing her body. It made her feel nervous, but at the same time, aroused.

"I-is something the matter, Mister Clown?" she eventually asked.

Solomon shook his head.

"No. I was just thinking about how beautiful you look wearing only your underwear."

Princess Lucy blushed red as roses.