"Perfect."
"It's not good for digestion if you don't move around a bit after eating."
Hearing this.
Kirukiru Amou seemed to realize something, and a ripple instantly spread across her.
An excitement, like a beast catching the scent of blood, permeated from her slender body.
"The God means..."
Kirukiru Amou stood up.
"Just right."
Heimdall pointed to Ryu, who was still standing in the corner, not having reacted.
"This new maid, although her cooking skills are a little... well, that's that."
"But."
"When it comes to fighting."
"She is an expert."
"How about it?"
"Are you interested in sparring with Miss Elf?"
After all.
One of Kirukiru Amou's skills.
— — [Delusion of Struggle].
The effect of this skill is simple and blunt.
"Extreme obsession with'Strength' transforms into fuel for growth."
"Acquisition speed of all stats and proficiency receives a massive boost, this boost effect has no upper limit and depends on the depth of the obsession."
"If fighting against an opponent deemed 'a goal that must be surpassed,' the growth rate of all stats doubles."
This was the fundamental reason why Kirukiru Amou could raise her stats to such a terrifying level in just one day.
For this girl who yearned for battle like a moth drawn to a flame in pursuit of 'truly being alive,'
This obsession was, in itself, her most powerful weapon.
It's just that.
Although her data surged.
The monsters from the Dungeon last night probably didn't qualify as a 'goal that must be surpassed' in Kirukiru Amou's eyes.
At most.
They were just a group of slightly strong, moving punching bags.
Muscles trained by hitting punching bags might be firm, but they ultimately lacked soul.
Although Heimdall was well aware.
That he was most likely the 'goal that must be surpassed' in Kirukiru Amou's heart.
However...
Using himself as a target was perhaps a bit too distant.
Although her ambition was grand.
If she couldn't reach it for a long time, this obsession might become restless due to a lack of positive feedback, or even lead to deviation.
So.
Heimdall had an idea.
— — Set up a tiered, step-by-step progression for Kirukiru Amou's goals.
Be it human or beast, anyone wishing to evolve must set visible, tangible steps for themselves.
Climbing up step by step over the corpses of the defeated—that was the fastest shortcut.
— — Ryu.
Was undoubtedly the most perfect whetstone for Kirukiru Amou at this stage.
As long as Kirukiru Amou felt that 'even a maid is stronger than her, and she must surpass her,'
This way.
She could continuously stimulate the skill's activation criteria.
Moreover.
He presumed Ryu wouldn't let herself be easily defeated by Kirukiru Amou.
...
"Sparring?"
Hearing Heimdall's suggestion.
"Really?"
Kirukiru Amou's eyes lit up, and she immediately turned her head, locking onto Ryu.
It was like a demon blade suddenly revealing a sliver of its cold edge as it was being sheathed.
A naked craving.
"..."
Ryu, however, hesitated slightly.
After all.
The strength she possessed was already known to this God.
Since that was the case, there was no need to hide anything.
But.
Ryu showed a troubled expression.
"My Lord God..."
"I... I am not good at guiding others."
"Moreover..."
"I have always been clumsy when it comes to controlling my strength."
"People often complain that I always overdo things, and once I start fighting, it's hard to hold back."
Saying this.
Ryu's mind couldn't help but recall the time in the tavern alley.
Chloe the 'Black Cat' and Lunova the 'Black Fist' often rubbed their bruised and battered arms and pointed at her nose to complain after sparring.
"Therefore..."
Ryu looked at Kirukiru Amou's slender yet somewhat frail frame.
"If I injure your Familia member, that would be bad."
This was also the truth.
Although she had been retired for two years.
That ingrained killing intent and instinct weren't something one could simply forget.
Especially when facing a newcomer who looked like a warrior.
If her defensive reflexes were triggered.
She feared she might lose control and demolish the place.
"You can rest assured about that."
Heimdall seemed to have anticipated Ryu's concerns long ago.
"The seller of this house told me that this is specially made Ironwood flooring."
"It has been treated with master-level craftsmanship, and its hardness is comparable to granite."
"Even if you demolish the house here, you don't need to worry about stepping on it and breaking it."
"If it really breaks, I'll just have to settle the score with that guy~"
"As for whether someone will get hurt..."
Heimdall turned his head and looked at Kirukiru Amou, who was already eager to start.
"That will depend on Miss Elf's skills."
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