Yucheng's words immediately left everyone present dumbfounded. His greatest gain was a foreign nation's god? What did that mean?
Ei hurriedly asked, "Yucheng, what do you mean by that? Just what did you do on this trip to Sumeru?"
Yucheng smiled calmly. As soon as he sat down, Sara, who had been standing nearby, moved behind him of her own accord and began massaging his shoulders. Every so often, she rubbed her full, soft breasts against the back of his head, making his heart itch even more.
If there had been no outsiders present, Yucheng might have simply carried Sara back to his room to rest.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Yucheng slowly recounted the details of his trip to Sumeru to them.
The arrogant and insane sages of the Akademiya, Sumeru's warped political system, Lesser Lord Kusanali's five hundred years of imprisonment at the sages' hands, the endlessly repeating Sabzeruz Festival, the Sumeru Squad that rescued a god, Scaramouche, who had been only one step away from becoming a complete god, the Inazuma Regent planting forests in Sumeru's desert and displaying his divine power before the people, the Dragon of Life filled with vengeful resentment, and so on.
It was hard to imagine that so many major events could have happened in Sumeru in less than two months, and that Yucheng had played a part in every one of them. Everyone was filled with admiration. Even Miko, who had no stake in any of it, could not help seeing him in a new light after hearing his story.
As for Sara, who was thoughtfully massaging him from behind, the affection in her eyes seemed about to overflow. Her whole body was nearly pressed against his back. Yucheng felt as though two exceptionally soft Slimes were cushioning the back of his