Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
They saw
Hanazake Warabi, wearing an oversized T-shirt, had somehow slipped to the bathroom door, swiftly locking the frosted glass door.
Hestia: "?"
And that's not all.
"Black Bear, come here!"
With Hanazake Warabi's command,
"Roar—"
Black Bear Fierce Person, who had been napping on the carpet, immediately got up and obediently moved, sitting firmly in front of the bathroom door.
Completely blocking the door.
"There!"
Hanazake Warabi clapped her hands, turned around, and showed two cute little fangs, looking smugly at Tsubaki.
"Now the door is locked! The path is blocked!"
"Now the real outsider is gone!"
"Monster Girl, you don't have to worry anymore!"
Hestia: "???????"
...
Facing all this,
Tsubaki then stood still, her eyes flickering slightly, seemingly overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of these girls.
"You're impossible..."
"But since you've all said so much,"
"if I still act pretentious, it would seem like I don't appreciate your kindness."
"But..."
Tsubaki looked at Lord Heimdall and smiled bitterly:
"Lord Heimdall."
"If you keep being so unguarded with me,"
"if this continues..."
"I'm afraid I'll have to join the Haimo Familia from Hephaestus's side to resolve this."
Lord Heimdall, following Tsubaki's words, responded helplessly:
"But I would have to dare to take in Miss Tsubaki."
"If I really brought Orario's top blacksmith, Miss Tsubaki, over,"
"Hephaestus would probably come after me upon hearing the news."
"True!"
"Hephaestus would be terrifying if she got angry."
Tsubaki laughed heartily.
At this point,
the slight sense of alienation due to different Familia identities vanished.
...
After laughing,
since she decided to stay,
Tsubaki was no longer pretentious.
She walked back to the obsidian round table and sat down cross-legged.
After all,
since they had given her such a heavy trust,
she naturally had to show the appropriate attitude to seriously witness all this.
"Then please begin, Lord Heimdall."
Tsubaki straightened up, her gaze sweeping over the group of vibrant girls in front of her, her eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.
"To be honest,"
"I've been itching to know,"
"how much these little monsters, who were like beasts unleashed on their first day in the Dungeon, have grown."
"Mm."
Lord Heimdall nodded.
...
Now,
everyone's gaze was filled with immense anticipation.
"Following the initial order,"
"the first one will still be Tsukiyo."
Lord Heimdall looked at Inaba Tsukiyo.
The others also focused their gazes on Inaba Tsukiyo.
"Yes."
Inaba Tsukiyo responded softly.
Then,
she stepped forward to Lord Heimdall, then turned around and knelt, facing away from him.
Her hands gently untied the sash of her yukata, then pulled down the collar.
"Rustle..."
The sound of fabric rustling was exceptionally clear in the hall.
As the yukata slowly slid down,
Inaba Tsukiyo's smooth, jade-like back was exposed to the air.
—A skin as if carved from the finest mutton fat jade.
Slender, delicate.
The line of her spine undulated slightly with her breath, her shoulder blades faintly visible under the skin, looking so fragile that it seemed she might break with the slightest force.
Looking at this body, even more delicate than an ordinary child's,
"Then,"
"let's begin."
With that,
Lord Heimdall reached out his hand.
The divine needle lightly pricked his fingertip.
A drop of blood tinged with a faint golden light seeped out.
"Drip."
As Lord Heimdall's divine blood dropped,
"Buzz—"
Countless divine texts instantly appeared on Inaba Tsukiyo's originally fair back.
These texts, as if alive, quickly arranged and combined, finally forming a complex panel pattern.
"Gulp..."
Beside him.
Someone gulped.
...
Immediately afterward.
As the final stroke of the sacred text was set.
Lord Heimdall leaned slightly forward, his gaze scanning the sequence of floating data.
"Oh?"
In that instant.
Even though he was mentally prepared, a flicker of surprise still flashed across Lord Heimdall's black eyes.
But he quickly recovered.
Then he took the prepared parchment.
He gently placed the parchment on Tsukiyo's back.
—The data, bearing the results of Tsukiyo's battles for the entire day, was perfectly transferred.
As Lord Heimdall's fingers lightly brushed over the parchment.
He concealed the information about the skills.
Leaving only the purest basic ability values.
Finally.
The red light dissipated, and the sacred text once again hid beneath Tsukiyo's skin.
Lord Heimdall helped Tsukiyo put on her clothes.
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