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"God 'Tatari' is a local deity that was once worshipped in Akita Prefecture. It appeared decades ago within the Akita region, but was temporarily sealed and rendered harmless by a group of specialists-Onmyoji, Feng Shui masters, and Ninjas-who used the Prometheus Grimoire to steal one of its Authorities."
"However, after the Grimoire's owner, Ichiro Kusunagi, recently took it away, claiming he intended to return it to its rightful owner, God 'Tatari' has begun showing signs of renewed activity. It's estimated that it won't be long before it breaks through the jutsu reinforcing the seal."
So this time, the Kusunagi family is taking the blame, huh.
Sitting in the sedan arranged by the History Compilation Committee, parked at the foot of the shrine mountain, Hiro yawned lightly while listening to Seishuuin Ena's explanation.
From Tokyo to Akita Prefecture in the Tohoku region, even with clear roads, the trip would still take several hours.
By the time they arrived, it would probably be midnight.
Or close to dawn.
When he first heard the name "Tatari," Hiro recalled a minor character from the original novel.
One that could barely even be considered a proper God.
After all, that thing was someone the original protagonist casually wiped out with a single move.
"If it's just a local deity, then even within Akita, it shouldn't be that strong, right?"
Leaning lazily against Grayfia, Hiro asked Ena.
Grayfia acted as his pillow, her hands gently massaging his temples, perfectly embodying the word maid.
"Yes. At the very least, it cannot be compared to great Gods of mythology such as Verethragna, Melqart, Amaterasu, or Susanoo-no-Mikoto."
Watching the intimate interaction between Hiro and Grayfia, Ena subtly turned her gaze aside, careful not to let them notice the envy flickering in her eyes.
How nice.
To be able to stay so close to a God Slayer.
Although Ena had seen the secluded Susanoo-no-Mikoto in the Hidden World more than once, she had never truly regarded that disheveled, rough-faced Heretic God-his body steeped in violent kyouki-as the Master of the shrine she believed in.
Especially since he had asked her to call him "Grandpa."
That alone suggested a complicated connection with her grandmother.
"In that case, let Grayfia handle God 'Tatari' as practice."
Resting comfortably, Hiro spoke to the pair of gray eyes above him.
"Understood."
Grayfia simply nodded, as obedient as ever.
"If he really isn't your match, don't hesitate to use the protection I gave you."
"Use it when necessary. And when it's gone, come back to me for more."
"Do you understand?"
The protection he had previously given Cassiz included multiple models of White Horses, a fully manifested Susanoo capable of operating for half a day, several casts of the Eye of Sodom, and a wide-area Positive Alignment version of Mental Out.
It had consumed a considerable amount of eye power and magic power.
But it hadn't drained him completely.
Thanks to the materialization of his soul, he hadn't even felt mental strain.
After sending Cassiz off, and in preparation for unexpected developments, Hiro had layered additional protection onto Grayfia as well.
Unlike Cassiz's set, however, Grayfia's was focused primarily on strengthening herself.
The Susanoo and other abilities were secondary.
"Yes, Hiro-sama."
Since my Lord says so, how could I not use it?
Grayfia's thoughts stirred quietly.
"Hiro!"
Just as Hiro was closing his eyes and enjoying the maid's service, a familiar, urgent voice rang in his ear.
His eyes snapped open.
His expression tightened.
Erica?
Don't tell me she ran into another Heretic God.
Without hesitation, Hiro spoke to the calm gray eyes above him.
"Grayfia, this one's yours to handle. If there's an emergency, call me using 'Wind.'"
He didn't wait for a reply.
A sudden gust erupted.
And Hiro vanished from the narrow cabin.
"Miss Grayfia... what was that?"
Seeing Grayfia's hands frozen midair, Ena blinked twice and asked cautiously.
Grayfia withdrew her hands, folded them neatly on her lap, and glanced at the long-haired Yamato Nadeshiko beside her.
"One of the Authorities Hiro-sama obtained after slaying Verethragna."
"I... I see."
Ena forced a smile and very wisely gave up on her earlier idea of chatting and getting closer.
It feels like Grayfia's mood worsened a little after Shinjin-sama left.
Maybe it's just my imagination.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Accompanied by a faint gust of wind, Hiro appeared tens of thousands of kilometers away, on the opposite side of the globe.
Italy.
Before him stood two female knights.
One golden-haired.
One silver-haired.
Judging by the amphitheater behind them, this was likely Rome.
The capital of Italy.
Seeing him arrive, Erica Brandelli lit up with joy.
She hurried over, pointed excitedly toward the distance, and wore an expression that clearly expected praise.
"Hiro, Hiro! A Heretic God just appeared near the Vatican! Interested?"
"According to Liliana's spiritual sight, it should be the Archangel Michael of the Catholic Church!"
Just moments ago, she had been calling him "Your Majesty."
Now she had inexplicably switched to "Hiro."
Hiro didn't mind.
"Your Majesty."
Unlike Erica, the silver-haired knight maintained a solemn expression.
She stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and spoke respectfully.
"Michael, huh?"
Following the direction of Erica's finger, Hiro looked up at the sky.
It was noticeably brighter.
His tone carried both helplessness and faint amusement.
"Erica, did you know?"
"Out of all mythologies, the one with the worst compatibility for me..."
"...is probably the Catholic angels."
After all, in the legends he knew, Lucifer had once been Michael's brother.
The fallen angel who led one-third of Heaven's host in rebellion-
And was cast into Hell.
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