Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

"Senior, you're not trying to comfort me, are you?"

"Absolutely not!"

Seeing Mashu's nervous and suspicious gaze, Fujimaru Ritsuka still suppressed her shyness and sat down next to a big tree.

"Hey, Mashu, don't just stand there and watch me."

"I'm with my senior."

Mashu immediately found a place not far from Fujimaru Ritsuka to sit down.

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't dare look at the other person, nor did she dare check if the other person had injected magic power.

As Mashu sat down and silently poured magic into her clothes, the dark spear, which had been dormant and only swayed with the inertia of her movements, suddenly began to surge as if it had come to life.

"Ugh."

Fujimaru Ritsuka let out a mournful cry, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.

"senior?"

"No, it's okay, it seems like I injected a little too much magic."

Hearing Fujimaru Ritsuka's pained voice, Mashu couldn't help but laugh. The embarrassment and awkwardness of being caught doing something wrong by Fujimaru Ritsuka dissipated considerably. She said, "Senpai, you have to inject the magic power into it little by little. Injecting too much magic power at once will damage it!"

"Well, I see."

With a flushed face, Fujimaru Ritsuka infused a little magic power into the spear, and the spear that had just stopped suddenly began to move again.

This time, it wasn't as sudden and unexpected as the previous penetration; it was rather gentle.

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly felt her body temperature rise rapidly, but fearing that Mashu would hear, she bit her lower lip shyly and dared not make a sound. However, she gradually experienced the pleasure that Mashu had just felt and began to silently add magic power to her clothes little by little.

"Senior, you can try injecting magic into your chest."

"Chest?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's consciousness was somewhat blurred due to the clothes, but upon hearing Mashu's reminder, she subconsciously channeled magic power into her chest area.

Suddenly, a strong stimulation came from there, and her clothes seemed to come alive as the black mud tightly enveloped her.

"Ugh?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka sobbed as she began to continuously pour in more and more magical power.

Seeing that Fujimaru Ritsuka was in the zone, Mashu breathed a sigh of relief and began eagerly pouring more magic into her clothes.

Soon, in less than a minute, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had endured for quite some time, could no longer help but cry out under the constant infusion of magic power, her hands tightly gripping the grass.

"Huh?!!!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's body remained stiff for several minutes before she barely recovered.

I felt all the fatigue and discomfort I had felt before disappear, and an unprecedented sense of ease spread through my body.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Mash with satisfaction, only to see that she was on the verge of collapse, her whole body tense and constantly emitting miserable cries, before finally collapsing completely with an exaggerated wail.

Looking at Mashu's happy, tearful face, Fujimaru Ritsuka's throat moved slightly.

How about we try again?

It's not a big deal if it happens once, right?

Thinking this, Fujimaru Ritsuka once again infused her clothes with magic.

"Uh-huh?!"

Chapter Nine: You can't tell me about this!

The sounds of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves in the breeze reached my ears.

Sita opened his eyes.

The first thing she saw was dappled sunlight filtering through the dense foliage. Siddhartha looked around with a puzzled expression; the chaotic scenery of the forest mirrored the jumbled memories that were giving her a headache.

"Where am I?"

I am Sita.

I...I...

As the chaotic memories in his mind gradually became clearer, a sorrowful expression appeared on Sita's usually cold face as he recalled the memories before he fell into a coma.

"Rama, why are you so cruel?"

She remembered it all.

After enduring countless hardships and sufferings, he finally achieved enlightenment with Rama. Rama returned to his country and became king, and he became his successor. A peaceful and prosperous era then appeared in Ayodhya.

But at some point, rumors began circulating in the city that she was not a virgin.

Rama, who was naturally suspicious, also doubted his own loyalty.

This time, however, it was unlike the time when Rabjam, the ten-headed demon king of Lanka, abducted her. Rama did not make her throw herself into the fire to prove her chastity as he had done before. Instead, he simply abandoned her, who was pregnant, in this abandoned forest.

There was no investigation or evidence, and no handling of public opinion.

He doubted himself based solely on public opinion, and then, in a fit of anger, abandoned himself in the forest.

"Should we just die like this?"

Sita grew increasingly saddened by the thought, and the idea of ​​whispering gradually came to mind.

And this thought surged even more intensely with the weight of her sorrow.

With a sorrowful expression on her face and tears of despair in her beautiful eyes, Sita rose and staggered forward. After walking for an unknown distance, Sita arrived at a riverbank.

"Is this also the will of the gods?"

Looking at the rushing river, Sita felt as if even the gods wanted him dead.

With a heart as cold as ashes.

Sita stood by the river, about to lean forward.

"and many more!"

Upon hearing the sound, Sita stopped his attempt to throw himself into the river and turned to look at the source of the sound.

She was a beautiful woman with white hair and red eyes.

She exuded a noble and mysterious aura. At first glance, Sita knew that the beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared before him was no ordinary person. She was likely a celestial being or even a deity. Sita suppressed some of the sorrow on his face, but his tears of grievance flowed even more.

"you are?"

“My name is Yusatis,” came Sita’s voice, gentle and concerned. “Do you intend to drown yourself?”

Sita had never heard of such a name.

However, those gods often have many incarnations, and the exceptionally beautiful woman before him might actually be a male god, or even a female incarnation created by a male god to satisfy his desires. Sita had no intention of digging deeper.

"Yes, Lord Yusatis."

With tears of sorrow in her eyes, Sita cried out, “My husband abandoned me because of the rumors that spread in the city that I was unfaithful.”

"But I see that your aura is pure, and you have only been with one man."

Sita was even more sorrowful upon hearing this. If she were truly unfaithful, it would be one thing for Rama to abandon her. But before, even in the face of countless temptations and threats, she had always remained chaste for him.

“I don’t know where those rumors came from. My husband accused me of infidelity without any investigation or evidence. But I have proven my loyalty to him time and time again. Now, I really don’t know how to prove it anymore, or how to go on living.”

Yusatis frowned deeply, then suddenly grabbed Sita's wrist.

"Has he found someone new?"

“A new love?” Siddhartha was taken aback, and for a moment the sorrow on her face faded somewhat. Then she shook her head and said, “He shouldn’t be that kind of person.”

"Judging from your demeanor and speech, you must be of a rather noble status in the world, and your husband's status must also be quite high. Even if he doesn't suppress or eliminate public opinion, he certainly has the ability to investigate."

"But your loyalty remains, yet he abandoned you without investigation, based solely on rumors."

"Is it because he has found someone new, or because he hates you and wants to dump you, that's why he deliberately left three waves of messages?"

"He...he's not that kind of person."

Sita instinctively denied it, but the grief and pregnancy, coupled with Yosatis's highly seductive words, made her begin to have some doubts about Rama's abandonment.

Yes.

He had already proven his loyalty by throwing himself into the fire.

Now, as king Rama, he clearly has the ability to suppress the rumors circulating among the people. Even if he has doubts, he can investigate or collect evidence, but he does none of these things.

The fact that he abandoned himself after hearing the message seems rather suspicious.

Is it possible?

Did Rama truly find a new love, or did he grow to loathe himself?

"However, we cannot say that without investigation."

Eurysatis gripped Sita's hand tightly.

“But you are pregnant now. Even if not for your own sake, for the sake of your child, I hope you can survive.”

Upon hearing the first part of the other person's sentence, Sita's initial resentment at the other person's suspicion of her husband vanished. At least the other person immediately refuted their unsubstantiated suspicions, unlike Tamara...

Upon hearing the second half of the sentence, Sita became even more sorrowful.

"But I'm a woman, all alone and helpless. How could I possibly take good care of the baby in my belly?"

"I'll help you!"

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Sita followed Eucharistas to her dwelling.

It was a house in the forest.

Although the house was located in the forest, it was renovated to be exceptionally spacious, like a small manor. At first, Sita was a little uncomfortable, but with Yusatis's hospitality, he gradually adapted to life there.

Five months later, Sita's child was born.

Eurysatis personally delivered Sita's baby.

"Congratulations, Sita, it's a very healthy baby boy."

Lying in bed, Siddhartha gave a weak smile.

Looking at the baby boy held in Yusatis's arms, she weakly reached out her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with expectation.

"Can I hug him?"

"Of course, this is your child."

Yusatis carefully handed the baby boy to Sita, who was being helped by a maid to sit up against the headboard of the bed.

He took the baby boy from Yusatis's arms.

Sita saw her child for the first time.

Unlike her and Rama's fiery red hair and eyes, the baby boy's eyes were black, a pure black like black gemstones.

But Sita did not doubt whether the child was his and Rama's child.

She has a clear conscience.

Moreover, she had watched the child emerge from her body, and she could feel the close bond of blood; it was indeed her child.

"He's so cute."

Sita gazed tenderly at her child.

Although he was just born and had no hair on his body, this baby boy was not at all like other newborns who are considered 'ugly'. On the contrary, he was very cute and it was clear that he would grow up to be a very handsome young man.

Unlike typical baby boys, he didn't cry as soon as he was born.

As Sita looked him over, he looked back at her with curious eyes like black gemstones.

"Lord Yusatis."

After gazing at her child for a long time, Sita reluctantly raised her head and looked at Yusatis, who was standing by the bedside smiling: "Could you please name my child?"

"Of course, it would be my pleasure, but are you sure you want me to get up?"

"If it weren't for your help, I would have drowned myself on the day Rama abandoned me, and I wouldn't have been able to give birth to him. His birth is entirely due to your help. If possible, please give this child a name."