The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

Chapter 319: Popular Aphrodisiac

****(POV)

This is the worst. 

Not only did I have to get married to the plainest lady there is, but I even got humiliated in the process. 

That man came from nowhere, well the ceiling. 

He fell in our wedding and then for some obscure reason decided to publicly slap me. 

A man I had never met before. 

I was enraged and wanted him to pay, but apparently, the assassin guild did not dare kill him. 

Whoever he was, I had to bottle all that rage in. 

He seemed to be somehow related to city hall. 

I truly did not want to marry, but I had to. 

Gosh, this lifestyle doesn't suit someone like me. 

It doesn't fit a follower of the Wayfarer God. 

We are free spirits that go where the wind leads us. 

Still, I had no choice. 

Right now I am prepared to consummate this sham of a marriage. 

But I have a plan. 

I somehow came across a very interesting piece of news. 

Something a subordinate told me. 

Somewhere in the city, there is a new alchemist. 

One that sells aphrodisiacs. 

Usually, I wouldn't care about stuff like that. 

After all, I am young and handsome. 

No, there is something special about this stuff. 

Consume too much and it provokes a heart attack. 

A deadly poison yet available easily. 

Plus I'll totally be able to put the blame on that alchemist afterward. 

I'll just say I was trying to make our first night memorable.

That he never warned me about it. 

After all, there is no warning whatsoever on the bottle haha. 

Thus I fill two cups with wine before mixing hers with poison. 

Then I smile brightly knowing this will be all over. 

Then I will be free again. 

I enter the nearby room where she is awaiting me. 

"Hey there young lady, care for some wine?"

She blushes and takes it. 

I see her drink. 

Thus sealing her fate. 

"Husband, would you turn around I'm still a bit shy"

I can humor her. 

It will be soon over. 

Before long I hear the sound of a dress slipping on the floor. 

"Husband, you can turn around now."

There she is. 

Naked and still plain. 

Her face reddened from the drink. 

"Husband, a toast to you!" 

Funny how she is so eager to drink. 

I can't help but smile as I follow suit. 

It must be the alcohol but somehow, she is looking extremely enchanting right now. 

I carry her to the large bed. 

Slowly dropping her. 

I can feel her hungrily kissing my mouth. 

Her tongue intertwined with mine. 

Her nails digging into the skin of my back. 

Her hot breath tickling my ears. 

Then starts an intense fight. 

The most intense I've ever had. 

Her body sticking to mine. 

Each of her moans making me increase the pace.

Until finally, with one last thrust, an expression of bliss adorns her face. 

Her plain face looking extremely beautiful right at this instant. 

That's when her heart stops.

It is only then that I remember what I did. 

I regret it. 

So what if she is plain?

So what if I'll lose my freedom. 

There are worse things than that. 

I've truly been an asshole. 

It's fine, I'll get a healer in here quickly. 

There is one on standby nearby. 

Everything will be

That is when I feel my own heartbeat stop. 

"Help I-"

That is when I feel my consciousness slipping. 

*THUD* 

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In a room sat two patriarchs discussing business. 

One was the leader of a blacksmithing company, the Steady Hammer. 

Because of commercial enemies becoming stronger, he had no choice but to ally with his interlocutor. 

The second one was worshipping the Wayfarer God. 

In his travels, he managed to save the life of a dwarf master. 

The first needed the connections, the second means to profit out of it. 

They just happened to have heirs of marriageable age too. 

Thus they quickly entered a partnership.

Right now they were sipping wine while the youngsters were getting to know each other. 

In the most intimate way there was. 

The more they waited the more they couldn't help but be impressed. 

It was nice to be young. 

A few hours in and they were not done yet. 

After waiting a bit more they finally decided that they should proceed. 

They would make a magical contract. 

One that would include both patriarchs and the heirs. 

Smiling they went toward the youngsters' quarters. 

But when they entered, they were confronted with two corpses instead.

Both despaired at once. 

They may have been scheming, but that didn't change the fact that they cared about their offspring. 

Sadly it was too late for both. 

They had been dead for hours already. 

The patriarchs quickly inspected the scene. 

Yet nothing felt out of place. 

Quickly asking for a specialized inspector to come they were soon told the facts. 

Both drinks contained poison. 

More accurately an aphrodisiac that would kill its user should the dosage be too high. 

They had both consumed it and died from cardiac arrest. 

It is at that exact moment that both patriarchs decided they would get revenge., 

They first contacted city hall asking for them to deal with it. 

Still, that was but a formality. 

They also contacted the assassin's guild. 

Whoever crafted this. 

Whoever had killed their offspring. 

They would find them and end them. 

That they swore. 

The representative from city hall told them that they were already on that special case. 

That they would definitely catch the culprit. 

As for the assassin's guild? 

As soon as one of them got there he instantly denied it. 

That made the patriarchs angry. 

But then the man explained further. 

This new alchemist was providing poison to 80% of the assassins in the city. 

He was part of the 20%, but he would get murdered by his own colleagues should he dig into the issue. 

He told them that their best bet would be to wait for the city to take action. 

That they could try and get some information themselves.

But that he wouldn't mess around with this.

Both patriarchs understood.

Still, they couldn't help but label the entire guild as useless. 

After all, this was the second time one of their requests got refused. 

Little did they know that both had concerned the same exact target. 

A man that was currently happily creating aphrodisiac without a care in the world.