Without waiting another second I bought the [Eye Drops] from the app.
Bzzztt.
A message arrived. When I checked it, a photo of the space under the sofa appeared.
Following the image, I found a small 15 ml bottle of eye drops waiting there.
"Phonia, use this."
"What is this?"
"Your eyes will recover soon. Take off the eyepatch and put these drops in three times a day."
Phonia had large eyes, so administering the drops was not difficult even with one hand injured.
I took the pus-stained eyepatch she removed and threw it straight into the trash.
"You do not need this anymore."
She applied the drops carefully.
"Wow, it feels kind of comfortable!"
I guided Phonia to the bathroom and helped her wash her face. Since she could use only one hand, I gently cleaned away the remaining eye residue one piece at a time.
Her eyes still stayed half-closed like a wounded cat, yet her vision seemed to have returned to some degree.
"As expected, Messiah is amazing!"
Bzzztt.
The moment her joy reached me, the app chimed again. I had no idea how many points had arrived and no desire to check.
Even if sex with the Princess had brought her happiness, could that joy ever surpass the simple happiness of healing Phonia’s eyes?
If it could, then this world truly was absurd.
Although I had failed to lower the Princess’s affection, seeing Phonia’s smiling face alone felt like pure bliss.
Phonia stood in front of the mirror for a long time, clearly amazed, then changed into her casual clothes.
When she turned and pulled on her shirt, a slightly yellowish bra became visible. Phonia did not own many clothes.
I watched her carefully, deciding I should buy her new ones soon. Only after we began living together had I noticed that her spine curved a little.
She was timid and often hunched her shoulders, yet her body itself was slightly crooked.
Phonia Hazelnut was a girl with many flaws in many ways. And that was exactly why I felt there was so much I could still give her.
I wanted to see her smile. Phonia could make me happy.
Bzzt.
[Heroine’s affection has increased.]
[Phonia Hazelnut]
[Trait: Fanatic]
[Personality: Gentle]
[Affection: 33/100]
[The appropriate maximum affection is 100.]
***
A weekend without classes at the Academy.
Sierra Solers sat upright in front of a low table. It was known that her maternal bloodline came from a Far Eastern country that no longer existed.
Because of that heritage she sometimes practiced the customs of her lost ancestors.
The house she lived in now was a careful replica of that vanished architectural style. Sierra always lived a seated life with a quiet, reverent heart.
Lately she had been troubled by many lewd thoughts that did not suit her usual self, making it hard to keep her mind calm.
The tea ceremony helped greatly in settling those restless feelings.
Bzzzt.
[Aisha Sinclair has left the group]
That was until the Princess left the group chat without a single word of explanation.
Sierra instinctively understood that this was no ordinary event.
***
Sunday.
"Phonia, aren’t you going to eat?"
Sophie had prepared the meal today while I sat lost in thought.
"...Sophie, I’m making you do more work because of me. Aren’t you unhappy about it?"
She smiled as if the question itself was strange.
"You’re the one who gave us this house. Doing this much is the least we can offer. Even if you asked us to handle all the housework from now on, we would have nothing to complain about."
"No, please don’t do that."
Both Sophie’s and Phonia’s favorability had risen considerably.
Nothing unusual showed on the surface yet.
Looking back at the heroines from previous playthroughs, it was natural for their behavior to shift as affection grew.
Aisha, for example, had suddenly begun praising me in public after her affection reached thirty.
’In my opinion, Gilmon’s nose is very handsome in a manly way. It would not be an exaggeration to say it is the prettiest in the entire empire.’
I had even wondered for a while whether she was mocking me with such over-the-top compliments.
"By the way, what happened to Phonia’s eyes?"
Sophie asked while standing at the sink with her back to me.
The white apron suited her well against her lightly tanned skin.
She tasted the soup with a spoon to check the seasoning.
"The doctor said Phonia needed surgery. And it would cost hundreds of millions. Who knew it could be fixed with simple eye drops..."
She ladled seaweed soup in front of me, then sat down and rested her chin on her hand.
"They say you can’t trust anyone in this world. Did the doctor deceive Phonia?"
"Maybe."
"That’s unlikely. I went to several places. There’s no way they all colluded."
Sophie lightly ran her fingers through her short hair and rubbed her eyes.
"Haaa, anyway, thank you so much. I’ll never forget this favor."
She often worked nights, so her body clock ran very differently from mine. Daylight hours were frequently her time for sleep.
"No. I’ll work like a slave for the rest of my life to repay you."
"I’ll even be your sex slave if you want."
She said it with a mischievous smile.
"I’ll pass on that..."
"Haha, just kidding."
Somehow the frequency of her sex jokes had increased, yet at this level it did not feel unpleasant.
I had been racking my brain over the Princess problem, so the lighter atmosphere was a welcome change.
"Since you seem to be feeling better, Gilmon, you do the dishes, okay?"
"Yes, of course."
I felt more at ease when she asked me to handle ordinary chores.
In the previous playthrough the heroines whose affection had maxed out would never let me lift a finger, even when I simply wanted to eat.
They insisted on doing everything themselves. So this was what a peaceful everyday life felt like.
It was... really harmonious.
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