I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

Why was Faerwyn, whose husband, the duke, had betrayed the kingdom and put everyone in danger by leading a rebellion, still able to hold a position as a duchess, freely governing her region without consequence from the capital? Even all properties and land area under the duke’s domain were transferred to her.

On paper, this was the right process of things as the duchess, but in reality, Faerwyn could have had everything ripped from her and her territory divided, losing her title, were it not for the fact that she had a powerhouse backing of her own.

Someone strong enough to influence the imperial council of the capital. Faerwyn’s only real friend.

Their relationship was a special one, as Faerwyn had known her since before she was ever even a duchess and was only introduced to this person when she was quite young by her parents seeking their favor.

This is the Grand Duchess Solara—

The most powerful, non-combatant noble lady in the imperial capital. Most noble ladies present here were mostly at Faerwyn’s level of strength, but Solara was leagues above them all in both status and power.

Even the king is careful around the grand duke and his wife, the grand duchess.

Faerwyn had known Solara since she was a little girl, and through the years, a mother figure had slowly turned into a friend that childed her from both seen and unseen forces without her knowledge. Since Faerwyn never really asked for anything from the grand duchess, their relationship was always a fun, playful one, where they both bonded over what they loved most: fashion and luxury goods.

The interesting part was that, through all the years Faerwyn had known Solara, her appearance had remained the usual lethal beauty and was even becoming more beautiful as time passed. She could remember just how entranced she was by Solara’s beauty when she had first seen her as a young girl, and even now that she too had grown into womanhood, she still somehow felt inferior in terms of both beauty and form to Solara. But she loved her, just as much as she knew she loved her too—

If there was anything Faerwyn was sure about, it was this. Other noble ladies were just a routine she felt she needed to go through, even the high ones of closer status to hers in terms of beauty or wealth. For Solara, it was less about a forced noble mingling and more about the fact that their souls were a perfect blend of whimsy, with Solara being the slightly more responsible one.

The gathered noble ladies gave the duo their space; no one would dare intrude when the grand duchess and the duchess were enjoying their time catching up after a whole month of not seeing each other.

The two were chatting, smiling, and laughing, indulging in tea and pastries as well as occasionally entertaining some merchants who came to seek an audience to present whatever luxury goods they’d managed to procure during the span of one month since the last salon meet-up.

Nothing was interesting to Solara in all she’d seen, when suddenly, Faerwyn suggested they retreat to somewhere more private, as she wanted to show her something really special. Excited, Solara led Faerwyn to her own personal private accommodations in the salon. Since she hosts the event, she controls most parts of it, beholden only to the queen herself.

The present guests watched as they whispered amongst one another curiously about what those two could be going in to discuss in private. Some were envious of their close bond, while others who had conflicting interests with Faerwyn even hoped that they would have a falling out.

Only a few minutes after the gorgeous women had retreated inside, a loud exclamation came from the exact direction where they had retreated towards, catching most of the guests by surprise.

"IT’S MAGNIFICENT"

"I WANT ONE, FAE!"

It was Solara’s voice. Everyone knew that when the duchess was around, Solara was at her most excited. Now they wondered what they must have talked about or what exactly she’d seen to make her want something so badly.

It is known throughout the kingdom that the grand duchess sets the trend. Other High nobles might start trends of their own and progressively make certain fashion statements famous, but when the grand duchess arranges her hair a certain way, everyone copies. When she wears a certain piece of jewelry, they try to buy it as well or get an imitation, as well as the type of dress, hats, or even how she furnishes her space and the items she procures.

Her influence over the salon was supreme, and everyone observed her choice closely, for that choice might set the trend for the month, the year, or even years to come. Now she was very excited about something. As is custom, if a merchant was planning to showcase an item in the salon, they needed explicit permission from Solara, but they saw no merchant go in with her, only her friend, Faerwyn.

Before long, they saw the duo coming back out, Faerwyn smiling, and Solara pouting like someone who was just denied something very important.

They went back to their seats and resumed their conversation as normal, and soon Nymira arrived, bringing along with her a very beautiful lady with average body proportions. Nymira was well known by most of the noble ladies present, but unlike her mother, she didn’t really like socializing. Were it not for the rules of the salon that no weapons are allowed inside, she might have even brought her great sword along.

Still, she greeted all those she felt deserved her greetings before finally reaching Faerwyn and Solara; Solara, incredibly excited at seeing Nymira, put her in a tight, fond hug that caused her to be embarrassed before forcing herself out and regaining her official bearings.

Faerwyn instructed the lady Nymira had brought on what to do before handing her a box she received with care, like she was holding a fragile egg. The beautiful lady, who was a model, a couture muse, was then directed into a changing room used mainly for such things.

The noble ladies, who were nearly losing their minds from curiosity, looking at all that was going on, the new arrival, the model, as well as the incredibly beautiful box that she carried with her to that private changing room, finally got their answer after Faerwyn stood and announced to them that a new procurer of exquisite goods from her duchy, had introduced to her a new, never before seen garment undergarment for the ladies.

You could nearly taste the excitement in the air, understating dawning as to what the grand duchy was earlier so excited about. But there were rules; you couldn’t simply help yourself into that room to see for yourself—

So, one after another, and by rank, considering the nature of the product being modeled inside the room, the noble ladies were to proceed and observe.

The first to enter, the door shutting behind her, was the lady marquess. And her reaction, heard from out the door, was—

"IMPOSSIBLE!— SO SMOOTH ?"

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