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The moment Hiro entered Pandora's private room, Grayfia, dressed in her maid outfit, silently appeared at his left.
She looked at the purple-haired woman sleeping peacefully ahead and paused, slightly stunned.
Well. As a Heretic God, sleep wasn't necessary, and spending time asleep within the void of the Hidden World was reasonable.
Still, wasn't the timing a little too coincidental?
Grayfia glanced at her master's admiring, almost excited gaze, then back at the seemingly unaware sleeping beauty.
Her thoughts wavered between waking her up and not waking her up.
Logically speaking, seeing her master's interest, as a maid she should quietly stand aside and wait until he was satisfied before stepping forward.
But from Grayfia's perspective-as a woman, as a maid, and as someone who admired her master-perhaps she should be a little more proactive.
With that thought, she gently parted her lips, about to call out and wake the purple-haired girl.
"Cough. Cough."
Hiro's light cough sounded beside her, instantly ruining her plan.
Within Pandora's private room, inside the otherwise silent Hidden World, the atmosphere-previously containing only the breathing of one human, one demon, and one god-was joined by the soft waking moan of a girl.
"Nngh..."
Pandora sat upright on the bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and muttered indistinctly.
"Which child has slain a god again? It can't be a new one, right? There are already eight on Earth. If a ninth appears, the Last Steel will definitely jump out immediately."
As she spoke, Pandora still hadn't noticed the two uninvited guests.
Her right hand groped around and found a black steel disk.
Its surface bore a dragon-head engraving, encircled by eight sword-shaped imprints.
The device that created Campiones.
The core Divine Tool of the Grand Reincarnation Curse.
The Circle of Usurpation.
Grayfia: "..."
Hiro: "..."
Exchanging glances, Hiro saw the strange look in Grayfia's eyes.
Low blood pressure after waking up?
But she was already a goddess. How was that even possible?
Then he realized something.
In the myths of his previous life, Pandora was a mortal woman molded from clay by Hephaestus.
Not a goddess.
Yet in the Campione world-judging by his senses-the hazy purple-haired girl before him carried an aura similar to Amaterasu and Michael.
She was undeniably a goddess.
Unaware of their presence, Pandora crawled to the other side of the bed on all fours and retrieved a white dress, a pair of elbow-length white gloves, and two large scarlet earrings from the wall hook.
Exactly as Hiro remembered.
This was... awkward.
Should he step out for a moment?
Touching his nose, Hiro briefly considered retreat.
Then-
"Miss Pandora, Lord Hiro and I have come to visit you."
Grayfia's calm voice sounded beside him.
Hiro's mouth twitched.
He looked at her unwavering gray eyes, a strong urge to complain rising within him.
But clearly, the goddess called Pandora wasn't going to give him time.
"That voice... Grayfia-chan?"
Pandora's shoulders jerked.
Her right hand still held the dress, her left the gloves and earrings.
She turned excitedly toward Grayfia.
Then froze.
Her youthful, excited expression locked in place as her gaze landed on the black-haired man standing beside Grayfia.
"..."
"..."
The [Grand Reincarnation Curse - Dark Offering of Godslaying] installed by the System quietly activated within Hiro, remaining idle without sacrifice.
Its purpose was obvious.
To create a false sense of familiarity.
Hiro was the one who broke the silence.
"Yo, Pandora. You're as beautiful as ever."
With a polite, friendly smile, he raised his right hand and greeted her.
From the moment the Dark Offering began operating, Pandora's expression shifted.
Dazed.
Confused.
Annoyed.
Then puzzled.
Perplexed.
Finally-alarmed.
She didn't refute his overly familiar greeting.
Instead, staring at his black hair and tea-colored eyes, which carried an inexplicable sense of beauty, she spoke uncertainly.
"De-dear, dear...?"
Epimetheus... that sloppy guy I always kicked off the bed...
How did he suddenly turn human?
Have I been away from the myths for too long? Did something happen in the pantheon that I don't know about? Did Epimetheus reincarnate and even change his face?
As the "hope" left inside the box, the existence of the [Circle of Usurpation] was known only to her, Epimetheus, and Athena-the one who placed it there.
Yet now, something with the exact same function had appeared.
And it was being used directly as a ritual.
Without even requiring a physical medium like the [Circle].
Only the Goddess Athena-who placed the "hope" inside the box-could do something like this.
Which meant-
Without her knowledge, her husband reincarnated.
Conspired with Athena.
Created a new "Dark Offering."
And handed it to the former Epimetheus-now called "Lord Hiro."
Why?
What had she done wrong?
Was Athena dissatisfied with her work over the years?
Was she planning to replace her?
Thoughts spiraled through Pandora's mind.
She never doubted Athena's ability.
The Goddess of Wisdom, who created the [Circle of Usurpation], could absolutely strip Pandora of her right to deploy the Dark Offering and transfer it to someone else.
Of that, she had no doubt.
Staring at the black-haired young man, Pandora felt an involuntary surge of nervousness.
She was suddenly afraid he would speak again.
Afraid he would say-
"Pandora. Lady Athena is very disappointed in you."
"You're fired."
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