Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 2: The Savior Hero (Unemployed)

Chapter 2: The Savior Hero (Unemployed)

“So… you’re saying the evil god… it’s been defeated?”

“Well, yeah, the four of us managed somehow.”

“This king is at a loss for words.”

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In the royal audience chamber of the castle where Yuri was summoned, the king stares vacantly into the air, dazed.

The world has been saved, yet the king’s worries seem far from over. Yuri, for his part, has a vague sense of why.

Everything happened too fast. Even he never imagined that, six months after being summoned, it would all be over.

“Let’s see… First, you freed the Undead Queen, the Demon King, and the Dragon King. And then, with the stronghold assaults, the fall of the fortress, and the defeat of key enemies—rewards for those feats are still undecided, and now you’ve accomplished this. Truly, this king is at a loss for words.”

“Oh, well, I’ve been eating your food for free, so take your time, no rush.”

“No, no, that won’t do! The other nations and the temple are hounding us about the hero’s rewards, like arrows flying in! As a kingdom, we must prepare the first wave of honors swiftly…”

(The king doesn’t need to be that humble about it…)

Yuri muses idly, nibbling on the tea sweets offered to him.

At some point, the audience chamber has transformed into a lavish scene, furnished with plush sofas, tables, exquisite confections, top-grade tea, and even maids standing by.

It’s hard to tell who’s the king here.

“Oh, speaking of rewards—”

“Y-Yes! What is it? What do you desire?!”

The king leans forward eagerly, almost interrupting.

Yuri feels a twinge of guilt but voices his “request” anyway.

“So, I’m kinda unemployed now, right? Could you, like, arrange a place for me to stay for a bit? As for work, well, if I get stuck, I’ll just ask those guys for help.”

Unemployed.

At first, the king doesn’t comprehend what Yuri’s saying.

But as the word clicks in his foggy mind, he nearly tumbles off his throne.

“W-Work… from them…?”

“Haha, they said they’d throw some work my way if I needed it. Feels a bit lame relying on connections, though.”

The king’s face is paler than when he first heard of the evil god’s emergence.

“Those guys.”

Yuri, ever polite in the king’s presence, refers so casually to:

Lucius, the Demon King who rules the Dark Continent.

Eremia, the Undead Queen who governs the necropolis.

Agamemnon, the Dragon King who commands the dragonkin.

One of these three.

After defeating the evil god, they reportedly returned to their respective domains.

But if the hero were to join any of them, the world’s power balance would shift dramatically.

“N-No, no, no! Of course, for you, Hero-sama, this king will provide the finest residence! The finest job! All shall be arranged!”

The idea of the world’s savior being “unemployed” hadn’t even crossed the king’s mind.

No one normal would think that way.

But in Yuri’s unfortunate headspace, saving the world was just a long-term gig, nothing more.

“Sweet! I know it’s a bit cheeky, but if there’s, like, an easy job that’s not too tough, I’d be super grateful. I’m not exactly great at work, you know.”

As if any job could be tougher than defeating an evil god!

The king barely restrains himself from shouting this aloud.

“Oh, Yuri-sama, if you’re stuck here anyway, how about a permanent position as my husband?”

The sudden suggestion comes from Princess Lunaria, the king’s daughter and a genuine princess.

Her ash-blonde hair gleams beautifully. Her face is the kind that would make all ten out of ten passersby turn their heads. Her full bust fills out the low-cut dress with effortless grace.

When Yuri first met her, he was so captivated he stared, earning her suspicious glare.

“Lunaria… I’m not exactly at the settling-down age yet.”

“Ehh, why not? Father, that’d be fine, right?”

“W-Well, yes, it would be a joyous occasion if it came to that, indeed. But, well, it depends on Hero-sama’s feelings—”

“You’re trying to corner me so smoothly… Look, you’re making the king uncomfortable.”

Yuri, polite with the king, is far more casual with Lunaria.

And no wonder—this highborn princess is startlingly bold, always teasing and prodding him.

Her personality, though, is somehow impossible to dislike, and they’ve grown close over time.

“What? You’re the one making things difficult, Yuri-sama. Asking for a place to stay—so formal! We’re close enough that you could just stay in my room, you know?”

She whispers this while grabbing his arm.

Her ample chest presses against him, soft and warm, sending Yuri into a flustered panic. His face flushes red to his ears.

“Y-Young ladies shouldn’t say things like that! Geez, come on…

Uh, Your Majesty, would it be okay if I stayed in my usual room for a while?”

“Of course! As long as you need! Truly, truly as long as you need, Hero-sama! This king will prepare your rewards as swiftly as possible!”

“Phew, that’s a relief. I’ll go rest for a bit then.”

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After Yuri departs, a heavy sigh echoes through the audience chamber.

Lunaria’s expression shifts, suddenly mature, almost unrecognizable.

“Virgin.”

The utterly outrageous remark nearly sends the king tumbling from his throne again.

“L-Lunaria! That’s the savior hero!”

“Of course I know, Father. But you thought it too, didn’t you?

That guy’s definitely not used to women. I might have a shot…”

“Lunaria? What are you scheming…?”

“Father, gold and power mean nothing to Yuri-sama. I’ve watched him for six months—he doesn’t care for luxury, and he has zero interest in authority. He’s not someone you can tie down with those things.”

The king falls silent, struck by the truth of her words.

“If it were Yuri-sama, even a marquis title would just be ‘that kind of job’ to him. He’d only see it as a temporary gig. And he’s got plenty of other places to turn to, you know.

Money won’t work. Power won’t work. But… a woman might.

With his personality, he’d find it hard to abandon a woman he’s been with. And if she bore his child, he’d never ignore that.”

The king grimaces but accepts his daughter’s blunt talk of romance as politics. Born into the royal bloodline, such matters can never be separated from statecraft.

“I even asked about his type before. Tonight, I’m making my move!”