0.01% Exists Only in the Real World
For six days—
The old palace of Lucifer remained silent.
Kingdom 666 felt like a structure without gravity.
Eisteth lay in the main chamber.
Her core energy was not damaged.
Not wild.
Not weakening.
She was simply… asleep.
In Hell—
There were no numbers.
No percentages.
She was stable.
She just had not returned yet.
Sixth Day – The Palace
Leviathan stood beside her bed.
Six days without leaving.
Without sleeping.
Without speaking much.
Cifer sat farther away, leaning back in a chair, looking calm—
But his eyes never left her.
Finally—
Leviathan moved.
Slowly.
He reached out and touched Eisteth's hand.
Only the tips of his fingers.
As if afraid he might shatter something fragile.
Warm.
Not newly warm.
But he had only just allowed himself to notice it.
His expression shifted—
Relief.
And something deeper.
That was when—
Cifer saw it.
His smile disappeared.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Let go."
His voice was light.
Too light.
Leviathan did not immediately release her.
"It's not harmful."
"I know."
Cifer's tone remained calm.
But the air around him tightened.
The room felt colder.
He stood slowly.
Stepped closer.
And without another word—
Removed Eisteth's hand from Leviathan's grasp.
The motion was smooth.
But firm.
"If you wish to stand guard," Cifer said quietly,
"then stand guard. Don't linger."
Leviathan looked at him.
Silent.
And in that moment—
He realized something.
The feeling he carried…
Was not his alone.
Real World – 0.01%
The heart monitor beeped softly.
Beep.
Beep.
The doctor stared at the screen.
"Neural activity has increased by 0.01%."
The nurse froze.
"That's extremely small…"
"But it's a sign of life."
Beside the hospital bed—
The pink-haired man still held Yiyii's hand.
His face was not fully visible.
Only tired, half-lidded eyes.
Messy pink hair.
Dark circles from sleepless nights.
How they met.
Who he truly is.
Why he stays—
Still hidden.
His voice trembled.
"Cecilia … please… don't leave me…"
Tears fell quietly.
He pressed a soft kiss to her hand.
Careful.
Gentle.
As if he feared the world would take her if he held too tightly.
Without noticing, he whispered through tears—
"Let's go watch Centimillimental's concert again… your favorite…"
He laughed weakly.
While crying.
A nurse stepped forward gently.
"You should rest."
He shook his head.
Not yet.
Not when it was finally 0.01%.
That number was not coincidence.
And he believed—
She could hear him.
Back to the Palace
Inside the realm of consciousness—
Eisteth stood in the hallway of the old palace.
Not in the void.
Not in the tower.
But at home.
She felt two pulls.
One—
Heavy. Stable. Calm. Hell.
The other—
Warm. Fragile. Full of sorrow… and the sound of someone crying. The real world.
She pressed a hand lightly to her chest.
"Why does my heart feel tight…?"
It hurt.
Not physically.
But deeply.
"Am I overworked again…?"
She exhaled softly.
"I haven't even rested properly…"
In the real world—
Her finger twitched slightly.
In Hell—
Leviathan and Cifer stood on opposite sides of the bed.
One step apart.
Silent.
Tense.
Unspoken jealousy growing between them.
And for the first time—
Their relationship was no longer just political.
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