On the land card, by the lakeside of the Wabi-Sabi Courtyard.
A group of Little Sprites hid in the leaves, whispering to each other while looking at the Queen not far away.
The girl was surrounded by starlight-like colors, and a palm-sized oil painting flickered and moved in mid-air—Mori Tsukisa's Profiler.
Finally... there's a chance to ask properly.
Facing the dazzling reflected lake light, Mori Tsukisa stood in place.
"Um... first of all, who are you?"
Before her voice faded, the curtain swept open. The dark magnifying glass gradually faded away, and then, lines of paragraphs began to be slowly written in an elegant font:
[Child...]
[On the day you were born,]
[the brilliant stars of the entire Multiverse were whispering your name.]
Mori Tsukisa:...??
What on earth is this?
Blah blah, blah blah, large chunks of words seemed as if they were... copied from somewhere.
[My life will not reach its end! And you, will...]
—stay here.
It was gone.
The other party seemed to want Mori Tsukisa to be the first to speak and ask, using an ellipsis to create suspense.
After 'And you, will...', there was no more movement on the curtain.
Will what?
Mori Tsukisa looked at it without speaking, taking out cream cookies from her small basket and nibbling on them in small bites.
A passage of text and a young girl thus confronted each other in mutual silence.
By the lakeside, there was a full minute of silence.
After a moment, brushing aside her curls, the girl sighed, a bit disappointed. "I almost won."
[...Dear, we weren't in a competition.]
Ignoring what was written on the curtain entirely, the girl shook her wrists, sat up straight with her hands on her knees, and was eager to try the competition again.
Her small mouth was pressed tightly shut.
[No...]
Silence.
[Daughter, don't be like this. I thought I was crazy enough.]
...Silence.
[Mori Tsukisa!]
Silence.
[Fine, you win.]
"Yay!"
.:.??(?)?.:.
[Back then, They said to let you inherit my personality...]
[And I was even happily waiting for it!!]
[A bunch of bastard liars who love to watch the drama!]
"Hehe, my other mother?"
"I remember my biological mother should be Oshtur?"
Arrietty led a few fearless sprites, tremblingly bringing a soft cushion for Mori Tsukisa.
[Then you should also remember She said that She is only one of them.]
"Black tea..." Mori Tsukisa quietly asked Kina beside her to brew a cup of drink. Arrietty usually stayed far away from such tasks; in her words, she was the knight responsible for protecting Her Majesty the Queen, so how could she serve tea and water?
"So how many more are there..." Mori Tsukisa thought for a moment, "I mean, how many more good... Mamas do I have?"
The purple in mid-air shook a few times like a blanket, as if Mori Tsukisa's amusing words had pleased the creature behind the card.
[Oh my... then there are many. But for Little Tsukisa, this is a good thing, isn't it?]
[None of the creatures qualified to be your 'mother' are simple.]
"That's exactly what I'm worried about, okay." Rolling her eyes, Mori Tsukisa turned back—
Kina and two Little Sprites were tremblingly approaching with a white porcelain cup. Given Kina's own size, she wasn't very suited for trembling tasks, making the shaking even more obvious.
"Shh... give it to me, thank you." She touched the well-behaved little one with her finger and picked up the teacup to take a sip.
Phew... "cyttorak, that's the name, right? In the previous World, you were the one who helped me?"
[No need for thanks.]
[It's what a mother should do.]
[I'm not like a certain disgusting woman who likes to live with animals and her son. Ah, don't look at me like that, Little Tsukisa, I wasn't referring to anyone in particular...]
[How much I love you.]
I always feel like you're implying someone... Sigh, why do I feel like I'll see a Shura field of mothers in the future?
Life isn't easy, Sasha sighs... (.o_o)... [Hee... because you were 'assembled' by me in the Source World, you naturally belong to me. I just didn't expect you to ignite a spark... incredible. Should I say you're truly my daughter?]
[However, you can't travel like a formal Planeswalker, you've felt it, right? No matter how long, you will be pulled back to this Source World.]
[True Planeswalkers aren't like this.]
From her birth until today, Mori Tsukisa had never seen a living Planeswalker; at most, she had only heard that 'Fate Changer' say a few strange words.
[Of course, that little brat of a Fate Changer even wanted to be your mother... hee, but she's too young, isn't a sister very good? Speaking of which, you have a lot of fate with'sisters', Sha-chan.]
Mori Tsukisa:...
[Oh, considering Miss Tojo Aoi and Miss Kasumigaoka, who are both older than you, you certainly have a strong connection with 'older sisters'!]
—What should I do? I kind of want to make her shut up.
—How about another match?
"I don't want to discuss this," Mori Tsukisa said, puffing out her cheeks and gurgling down her black tea before tapping the cup with her fingernail.
"Being dragged back to this World... what exactly happened?"
Although only single characters popped up on the curtain, Mori Tsukisa could still sense the speaker's slight embarrassment between the lines.
[Ah... that's my fault. Hmm... who knew you would awaken such a peculiar thing? That's why Sha-chan was tied to the Source World.]
[Do I need to apologize?]
"Of course not." Mori Tsukisa shrugged. "Things are fine as they are now."
[Your current energy level is still far too low.]
[Once you reach an energy level that can withstand Dimensional Tearing, the Source World will no longer be able to restrain you. If you want to bring your lovers and freely choose Worlds to travel through, you'll have to wait a while longer.]
"'Lovers'?
[You have so many Mamas, what's wrong with having a few more girlfriends? Isn't that perfectly reasonable?]
—Reasonable, my ass.
[Don't live so poorly. As my daughter, you must live splendidly and with noble elegance. If you like them 'big,' cultivate one yourself. Don't you have a ready-made Golden Flat Board right in front of you?]
[Also, don't use such vulgar profanity.]
—Did you manage that yourself?
When the conversation reached this point, the writing on the curtain began to twist, and then the characters rapidly popped out one by one.
[Talking with my daughter is indeed much more comfortable than doing other sweaty things.]
[We don't have much time. In most cases, your Profiler is just a card. My dear darling, it takes a lot of effort for massive energy to squeeze into a small room. If you still have questions, you need to hurry up.]
Mori Tsukisa nodded. "If you didn't talk so much Yellow Waste, I probably would have gotten more information."
"What should I call you?"
[The most beautiful and adorable Mother My Lord, whom I love more than that bitch who lives with her son, the three-no idiot who loves playing music, and the fool who manipulates fate.]
[How is it, how is it?]
How should I put it? I suddenly understand Arrietty's concern about my naming talent. Should I call this the greatness of inherited genes?
[That's because you inherited part of my personality, ya hehe.]
[Oh!!]
[I almost forgot!]
[Give this, give this to the other humans.]
A gigantic Ritual Diagram appeared in the light purple mid-air. Ink stains of varying depths formed a strange and complex pattern, and the complicated requirements for performing the ritual were written below.
Black rings and text.
[This ritual can summon and communicate with order, and purification is also possible. Hmm... I forgot what other effects it has. Just let them try it out randomly. In short, just hand it over to the official organization responsible for human safety. The speed of Chaos infection has been too fast recently, and if this continues, I'm afraid humanity might accidentally wipe itself out.]
[I thought some shocking individuals might appear and touch order with their bare Psychic Tendrils... but none did. Truly incompetent.]
As the lines of complaints appeared, Mori Tsukisa used Spell Power to create an extra blank card and sealed the diagram inside. Clearly, this ritual was identified as belonging to the "Treasure" card deck.
—
[Treasure:
[Surging Tide (Ritual):
[Summons the descent of order through complex means.]
[This is the most primordial method. Through it, humanity will begin attempting its first true communication with order.]
[Those with Psychic Fortitude may receive rewards.]
[Note: Within the Tide of order, a purification effect is exerted on Chaos creatures.]
—
"Can I use this ritual?"
[Hehe, are you asking if your 'friend' can use this purification ritual?]
[Be careful, my daughter. For Chaos-aligned Ritualists, this kind of purification ritual that summons order can lead to the exact opposite result...]
Mori Tsukisa thought about Yuno Gasai and Tojo Aoi. In her vicinity... there shouldn't be any Chaos-aligned Ritualists.
[That's not necessarily true.]
"Hmm?"
[Do you want to know?]
[Sometimes, creatures that live chaotically belong to the order Faction, while those who have always been proper are favored by Chaos. This kind of interesting thing...]
[Aha!]
[...I won't tell you, na na na.]
Mori Tsukisa stood up from the cushion, smiling, her voice squeezed into a soft tone. "I see... After hearing you say so much, it really feels like I've heard you say so much, Mother My Lord."
"We talked for over three thousand characters, and you don't seem to have given me a single piece of useful information."
[...Hmph.]
The murmuring characters suddenly became very small.
[Sounding weird, not cute, not cute...]
[Wait until you meet the other guys, then you'll know how incredibly, incredibly, incredibly candid your little Mama is.]
"That's because I inherited your personality." Mori Tsukisa dusted off her backside and stomped her foot. "Is there anything else you need to remind me of, Mother My Lord? If not, please remind me of other things I need to pay attention to."
[Sen Dabo! Talk to your Mama normally!]
Mori Tsukisa rolled her eyes, wrapped her hands behind her head, and tied her hair into a high ponytail.
[Sigh, raising a Child is really not easy. I don't know when we'll meet again.]
[I will miss you.]
[Also, if you encounter danger, please kneel down and shout loudly: Mama, save me!]
[Understood?]
However, Mori Tsukisa, who was already preparing to leave, ignored the twisting card in mid-air. When she picked up the small basket containing cookies, the text fields grumbled for a while longer before slowly dissipating.
The Profiler returned to her palm.
[Profiler:
[This is a card that has just been ravaged by a Great Will. It is now a bit tired.]
Tsk, waste Mama.
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