The Girl Who Looted Tomorrow

Once Thorn and Victor finished talking, Freya finally asked, “So the deepest desire you refused to mention earlier is... that you’re attracted to older men like Victor?”

Thorn scratched his head.

“Well, I suppose there’s no hiding it now. Yes, that’s true.”

Freya could not help commenting, “So in theory, all you need to do is date older men to speed up your potion digestion?”

“Not just dates,” Thorn corrected her. “It can also involve other, more intimate things.”

Euphemia suddenly realized something.

“Wait. If satisfying your deepest desires is the fastest way to digest Mind Path potions, doesn’t that mean every Mind Path practitioner has at least a few unusual kinks?”

Everyone knew human preferences came in every imaginable form. Almost nothing was truly surprising.

Combined with the Mind Path’s [Hypnosis] and other abilities that could manipulate the mind, the possibilities were terrifying to even think about.

“I understand your concern,” Thorn said. “That is also one of the reasons the Mind Research Society exists. Unregulated Mind Path practitioners could cause unimaginable disasters. The Society is responsible for keeping them under control.”

That was also why joining the Society was required before someone could obtain Mind Path potions.

The Mind Research Society understood better than anyone what would happen if those potions spread freely without supervision.

Thorn looked at Freya.

“Do you remember when I said the Mind Research Society could provide you with a completely safe place to satisfy your desires? That was true. We can give you a room large enough for whatever you need, and we’ll do our best to provide any equipment you request. You may also bring anyone you want inside and do whatever you both agree to.”

“However, once you finish, a higher-ranking member of the Society will examine the other person’s mind and confirm that they were not influenced.”

“For example, I like older men. I can use any ordinary method I want to try to win this gentleman over, but I am absolutely forbidden from using extraordinary abilities to directly twist his mind. So this privilege is also a form of supervision.”

After hearing the explanation, Freya showed an enlightened expression.

The Mind Research Society was a famous and legitimate organization. It naturally had a reason to exist.

If it were truly some evil group, the Imperial authorities would have shut it down long ago.

Once Thorn finished explaining, he turned toward Victor.

“So you can relax. I will not use any Mind Path abilities on you. I’ll rely entirely on my own charm to conquer your heart!”

Victor looked horrified.

“But I don’t want to experience your charm at all!”

In the end, Victor practically fled the building.

Freya and Euphemia also said goodbye to Thorn. Afterward, the three of them ate dinner and found a pleasant-looking inn, where they booked two rooms.

This time, Euphemia did not invent a long list of excuses like before. She simply wrapped both arms around Freya’s arm and spoke in a soft, pleading voice.

“Faye, can we share a room? Please~”

They had already slept together many times, so Freya naturally would not refuse. In fact, even if Euphemia had not acted cute, Freya would have assumed they were staying together by default.

Besides, sharing saved them the cost of another room.

What could be better than that?

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After entering their room, washing up, and preparing for bed, Freya sat on the edge of the mattress. She was still thinking about what her deepest desire could possibly be.

Euphemia walked over in a thin nightgown while drying her hair.

Freya had bathed first, while Euphemia went afterward. But Euphemia had already finished, and Freya was somehow still sitting there thinking.

Euphemia sighed.

“You’re not going to figure something like this out by forcing yourself to think. My advice is to get a good night’s sleep, rest properly, and leave the problem for tomorrow’s Faye.”

“All right.”

Freya was persuaded with remarkable ease. She arranged her covers, climbed into bed, and prepared to sleep.

The bed was large, and naturally, Freya and Euphemia each had their own blanket. Although they were lying on the same mattress, they still slept separately.

At that moment, Freya suddenly thought of Life Freya.

A faint desire rose inside her.

It would be nice if she could fall asleep while holding the soft, sweet-smelling Life Freya right now.

Then Freya turned and glanced at Euphemia, who had just slipped under her own blanket.

After thinking for a moment, she decided not to say anything.

Suddenly asking, “Can I hold you while we sleep?” would sound rather strange, wouldn’t it?

What if Euphemia misunderstood?

So Freya trapped part of the blanket between her legs, curled into a small ball, and gradually relaxed. Her breathing soon became steady, and she fell asleep.

Euphemia watched Freya sink into a deep sleep, completely unaware that she had just missed the chance of a lifetime.

She could not resist gently poking Freya’s cheek.

“Mmph. Faye is way too cute.”

The next morning arrived quickly.

Freya woke early as usual, guided by her internal clock. This time, however, she did not get out of bed with her usual efficiency. She lay flat for a while, then rolled onto her side.

She felt perfectly awake and was no longer sleepy.

Even so, she decided to follow her immediate desire.

She could not be bothered to move and wanted to lie there a little longer.

At that moment, Freya finally seemed to understand what her most fundamental desire was.

It was...

Laziness.

As usual, Euphemia had gotten up early and gone downstairs to buy breakfast for both of them. When she returned and saw Freya still curled up in bed without moving, she looked surprised.

“Eh? Faye, why are you still in bed? Are you feeling sick?”

Freya remained perfectly still and answered in a muffled voice from beneath the covers.

“Effie! I figured out what my deepest desire is!”

Euphemia froze.

“What is it?”

“Being lazy!”

Thinking back, Freya had adapted to this new world with almost unnatural ease from the moment she transmigrated.

She had experienced no serious trouble adjusting to everyday life. The moment she arrived, she immediately began dealing with her approaching death crisis, almost like some kind of superhuman.

But now, she suddenly missed her previous life.

Although she still could not remember most things about herself, she remembered smartphones, computers, and the internet.

Imagine having no death crisis to worry about. No school and no job.

She could simply lie in bed with a smartphone, tap the screen, and watch one pointless short video after another without noticing the hours pass. When she got hungry, she could order food. When she got sleepy, she could sleep.

Her entire physical activity for the day might consist of getting out of bed to use the bathroom.

How wonderful would that be?

And all of those things were, at their core, simply expressions of laziness.

Freya suddenly said, “Effie, do you think it would be possible to make a device about the size of your palm? Anyone holding one could communicate with anyone else who had the same device, no matter where they were.”

“It could also take pictures and record moving images. Then it could upload those pictures and recordings to a central system, where everyone with one of these devices could view what other people had uploaded.”

“Huh?”

Euphemia thought about it.

She had never heard of anything like the device Freya described, but after considering the idea, it did sound rather interesting.

“It feels somewhat similar to a telegraph, except much more advanced?”

“Please, Euphemia, can you invent it?” Freya pleaded. “If you successfully create something like that, I think my Mind Path potion might be digested instantly.”

A question mark practically appeared above Euphemia’s head.

“What does that device have to do with your Mind Path potion?”

Freya answered with complete honesty.

“Of course it’s related. It would make it much easier for me to be lazy while lying in bed.”

Euphemia stared at her.

“?”

She pursed her lips.

“We’ll talk about this device later. Are you eating breakfast, Faye?”

“Mmph~ Just leave it on the table. I’ll get up and eat it later.”

Euphemia left the bedroom and ate breakfast by herself. Afterward, she spent some time reading.

Later that morning, someone knocked on the door.

When Euphemia opened it, she found Victor standing outside.

“Ahem. Well, you know...” Victor began. “Going to the Mind Research Society alone doesn’t feel particularly safe. Could you two come with me?”

Euphemia thought about it and did not refuse.

“We can, but I’m afraid I’ll probably be the only one going with you.”

Victor looked puzzled.

“Did something happen to Miss Freya?”

Euphemia wore an expression that was difficult to describe.

“Well... she seems to have discovered her deepest desire.”

Victor froze.

“Shouldn’t that make her even more eager to visit the Mind Research Society? The branch director could prepare a private room for her...”

“I think she’s too lazy to go to the Mind Research Society,” Euphemia said.

“That doesn’t sound allowed,” Victor replied. “Didn’t they say members weren’t permitted to satisfy their desires privately outside the Society?”

Euphemia covered her forehead with one hand.

“No. What I mean is that her desire is laziness. She doesn’t need the Mind Research Society or some private, hidden, secure room.”

“She just needs to stay home.”