The expressions on Kikakujou Mary's and Onigawara Rin's faces were not good.
After all, learning the truth of a world that treated children as experimental fodder — as little more than monsters to be used and discarded — had sent a chill crawling through all of them.
A girl barely past ten years old. The age when she should have been curled up in her parents' arms, demanding affection.
Instead, she had been treated as a monster. A tool.
But after a brief silence.
Amou Kirukiru suddenly spoke.
"If that's what that world was like..."
"Then I'd say there's nothing left worth mourning."
Amou Kirukiru shifted her gaze toward Haimer.
"And if Kami-sama brought them to Orario — brought them here."
"Then that world probably already got... quietly taken care of by him."
She didn't finish the sentence, but the implication was unmistakable.
If that world was truly beyond saving.
Then the god who had brought them back — the sovereign lord they had willingly bent the knee to — would not have simply stood by and done nothing.
At Amou Kirukiru's words, Kikakujou Mary and Onigawara Rin came back to themselves.
Right. Their Kami-sama — mild-mannered and easygoing as he seemed on the surface — was absolutely not the type to look the other way when confronted with something like that.
At that realization, Kikakujou Mary, Onigawara Rin, and the rest all turned their gazes in the same direction at once.
The Holy Emperor's hands, which had been knotted tightly together, slowly unclenched.
Because she understood, better than anyone, exactly what kind of iron-blooded methods Haimer was capable of.
But she did not regret it.
Because this was the thing she had always longed for — and had been powerless to achieve on her own.
Now, the god had done it in her place.
He had raised, on behalf of every last Cursed Child, an umbrella of protection that would never fall.
To that.
Haimer simply shrugged.
"Alright. The nights ahead are still long."
"You'll all be living under the same roof from now on. There's plenty of time to talk through all of this at your leisure."
"Besides — heroes don't owe anyone an origin story. Their lives are only just beginning."
"Mm! Kami-sama!"
Aihara Enju gave a small, earnest nod.
She was sensitive by nature, and had been quietly fretting — the troubled looks on everyone's faces had made her wonder if she had done something wrong.
But the moment she heard Haimer's words, every trace of unease swept clean away.
"Now then — let's get back to the business we haven't finished yet."
"Which of you two is going first?"
As he said it, Haimer's gaze slid past Aihara Enju and Hiruko Kohina, landing on the Holy Emperor — Tendou Kisara.
At those words, Aihara Enju and Hiruko Kohina exchanged a perfectly synchronized look of understanding.
Having already received their own initial panels, the two of them were considerably more settled now — they simply sat at the edge of Haimer's bed, craning their necks with open curiosity, waiting to see who would go next.
Onigawara Rin and the others, who had been on the verge of saying something, also turned their eyes toward the Holy Emperor, Tendou Kisara.
After all, the only two who had yet to receive God's Grace were down to two people.
One was the Holy Emperor — a woman of such noble bearing that no matter how you looked at her, she did not seem like someone who belonged on a battlefield.
The other was the girl who had been standing quietly in the corner this entire time — the black-haired, straight-cut beauty in the dark sailor uniform, radiating a uniquely contained, understated presence.
Tendou Kisara.
Every eye in the room drifted back and forth between the two of them.
Inside, the Holy Emperor's heart sank sharply.
Because she knew her own weaknesses all too well.
No combat training whatsoever. Physical stamina that didn't even match an ordinary soldier.
If she received God's Grace in this state — and the result was nothing but base I-0 stats, not a single combat skill to show for it — what value could she possibly have in the eyes of her god?
That deep, gnawing fear made the Holy Emperor hesitate, unable to take that final step forward.
But.
Just as the Holy Emperor stood there, still wavering —
Tendou Kisara, who had been unusually quiet from the moment she had entered this room, moved.
Earlier, whether it was learning the harrowing truth about the Gastrea virus, or hearing Haimer speak of his Eden-like promise — her reactions throughout had been muted at best.
Because all of that was already the past.
Her parents' deaths had been avenged.
And the Tendou clan — she had sent them to hell one by one with her own hands, right before her eyes.
For her, the moment she had finally cut down her enemies with her own blade, the person she used to be had died.
The person she was now belonged entirely to the god who had reached into the pit of her despair and pulled her out — who had cured her terminal illness, given her strength, and sworn to her the promise of her parents' resurrection.
Therefore, Tendou Kisara would not retreat.
...
Tendou Kisara drew in a slow, deep breath.
In those pale violet eyes of hers — eyes that always seemed to carry a faint undercurrent of sullenness — a flash of absolute resolve passed through.
She stepped forward.
Tall. Black from head to toe.
In the warm amber light of the Magic Stone lamps, her skin was so smooth and fine it looked like fresh-fallen snow — a luminous, startling white made all the more vivid by the pale fabric against it.
The soft flesh of her bare arms, exposed below her sleeveless top, carried a delicacy that was entirely its own — a quiet allure belonging only to a girl of this age.
Tendou Kisara walked until she was standing before Haimer, stopping about a step away.
She said nothing.
Only — a faint, inexplicable flush rose slowly across her cheeks.
For someone who had the words "I'm going to cut the Tendou family down to the last one" perpetually on her lips — someone whose draw speed had let her bisect a Lv.4 Gastrea in a single stroke — this shy, bashful expression had no business appearing on that face.
The sheer contrast was enough to make anyone do a double-take.
And then.
Tendou Kisara's slender fingers had already found the hem of her sleeveless top.
A grip. A tug upward.
The sleeveless top slid up and off.
Then came the undergarment beneath.
Tendou Kisara moved with the same unhesitating directness — slow, but utterly smooth.
Only when the clasp of that garment came undone with a soft click —
The flush that had only been touching her cheeks rushed to consume her entire face.
And then.
Under the watchful eyes of Onigawara Rin, Kikakujou Mary, and even Amou Kirukiru —
Tendou Kisara, who had always given everyone the impression of a supremely cool, aloof, black-haired beauty —
In a voice so soft it was almost trembling, she said something that plunged the entire room back into dumbfounded silence.
"If it's all right with you."
"Please... please have Kami-sama sit on top of me."
What did she just say?!!!!
The moment those words left her lips, the atmosphere — which had just barely started to settle — detonated.
Every girl in the room stared with eyes wide as saucers.
When a clueless little kid like Kohina had said something like that earlier, they could chalk it up to childish innocence and let it pass with a laugh. Besides, it had already been confirmed that Nomura Satori had been stirring up trouble and feeding her nonsense.
But this was different.
This was the same line — coming out of the mouth of a girl who, by every appearance, was fully mature of mind, with just a touch of cool, composed elegance about her.
The impact was double.
Over in the corner, Nomura Satori was already on the verge of losing the battle to keep her laughter contained.
She swore — she had only fed that nonsense to Hiruko Kohina. She had absolutely never said a single word of it to this newcomer.
This was entirely because Tendou Kisara had taken what Hiruko Kohina said at face value.
Except — it wasn't that Tendou Kisara had truly believed it, not exactly.
It was just that when she had heard Hiruko Kohina's words, something in Tendou Kisara's somewhat stubborn interpretation of the world had concluded —
If this was the procedure one had to go through in order to receive God's Grace — if this was how the Grace was best channeled in — then she had to accept everything from her god, wholly and without reservation.
Not just for the sake of growing stronger.
Not just to fulfill her contract with the god and see her parents resurrected.
But because this was the god who had helped her complete her revenge.
Offering him everything she had was only right and natural.
And so, Tendou Kisara had not only removed her top — she had, trembling faintly from the sheer weight of her nerves, slowly turned her back to Haimer and leaned forward onto his bed, composing herself into a posture of complete, waiting readiness.
A smooth, pale, evenly sculpted back.
Years of poor nutrition had left her a little thin — but beneath that perfect frame, the line of her body carried not a single trace of excess. It was entirely the physique of a first-rate swordswoman.
For Haimer, however, this was a genuine crisis.
The silver needle in his hand gave an involuntary twitch.
He felt a deep, bone-level wave of exasperation wash over him.
Of all the situations to land in. How had things ended up like this.
But then again.
Who was he?
He was a god.
Since Tendou Kisara had already issued the invitation of her own accord — and she was, at that, the loyal-hound type of Familia member who would give up everything to see her parents resurrected —
If he were to hypocritically play the gentleman and turn her down, spending half an eternity explaining that the gesture wasn't actually necessary — that would be the truly pointless move. Worse, it would make Tendou Kisara, who had already steeled herself with great effort, feel humiliated. Or worse, wonder if she had somehow been found lacking.
So.
Haimer's response was simple and direct.
He drew in a slow breath. Said nothing. And stepped forward.
After all, since this was the manner Tendou Kisara had chosen — he would honor it.
And so.
...
"Since you've said so..."
Seeing Tendou Kisara already lying face-down on the bed, Haimer spared no further words. He simply gripped the silver needle, closed the remaining distance in two steps, and arrived at the bedside.
Then, with clean, decisive movements —
He raised one leg and swung it over Tendou Kisara's slender waist, settling his weight down across her.
"Mm!"
Tendou Kisara felt the weight descend against her back with absolute clarity. A low, muffled sound escaped her lips, and her whole body shuddered.
A real, undeniable weight, transmitted through skin.
This complete surrender of her most vulnerable surface — her back — to another person.
Being straddled like this, in a posture that carried unmistakable undertones of submission and dominance — for someone as deeply and fiercely proud as Tendou Kisara, the shock of it was overwhelming.
The flush that had only reached her cheeks spread fully now, spilling without restraint.
Even the stretch of neck left exposed above the collar flushed pink in an instant.
The hands that had been braced taut against the bed from sheer nerves —
Once Haimer settled his full weight — his body heat reaching her through the thin film of air between them, and the pressure of the position pressing the fullness of her chest flat against the soft mattress, reshaping it —
...
"Alright."
"Stop letting your mind wander."
"We're starting."
From above, Haimer's voice came steady and even once he had settled himself.
He didn't look again at Tendou Kisara's face — now nearly crimson from the effort of holding herself together.
His gaze sharpened back into focus.
Because the Grace ritual was an extremely solemn affair.
And so.
Haimer took the silver needle.
Pressed it once more to the pad of his left index finger.
And drove it in cleanly.
A single drop of golden-crimson Divine Blood seeped from the fingertip, swelling into a perfect, round bead.
Then.
Haimer let that drop of Divine Blood fall freely under gravity's pull.
Aimed at the target below.
A soft tap.
The Divine Blood landed dead-center on Tendou Kisara's pale, taut back.
Almost the instant it made contact —
A blinding red light exploded outward from the point of impact.
In the moment the radiance flared —
Across the expanse of back that had previously borne nothing but a single scar, a cascade of intricate sacred characters began to surge and weave as though they had taken on a life of their own.
It was at this precise moment.
A completely unexpected change began to unfold within that body.
Once, in that crumbling old building, Tendou Kisara had collapsed on the floor, curled in on herself around the agony of her failing kidney, awaiting death.
Haimer had channeled a thread of Divine Power into her on a whim, dragging her life back from the threshold by sheer force.
But.
Tendou Kisara's near-deranged will for revenge had led Haimer to leave her ruined kidney unrepaired.
Even so, at the time —
In order to stabilize her body's failing functions, Haimer had left a residue of Divine Power within her.
Even the smallest sliver of Divine Power carried, within it, a weight that exceeded all mortal limits.
Even a trace so faint that Haimer himself had barely given it a second thought.
That Divine Power, left behind to keep her collapsing functions in check, had never dissipated.
On the contrary.
It was, in its nature, a thing belonging to the laws of the Heavens.
And for something bound to the laws of the Heavens — even an infinitesimally small fragment of infinity still bore the weight of rules that surpassed all mortal limits.
So it had simply stayed, biding its time, deep within Tendou Kisara's body.
But now.
When the drop of Divine Blood Haimer had shed to bestow God's Grace entered Tendou Kisara's body —
This was who she was: a girl who had come from a world with no real supernatural power to speak of — a world where people scraped by on crude genetic modifications and prosthetic technology, killing each other to survive. And yet, armed with nothing but a single katana and a half-broken human body, she had honed herself to the point of cleaving sword auras a dozen meters long.
— That obsessive, singular devotion to the sword had, in the midst of the God's Grace ritual, begun to draw the Divine Blood into resonance with the trace of Divine Power that had long lain dormant within Tendou Kisara.
It was a result born from the accumulation of a chain of improbable, coincidental factors — something no one had foreseen.
Until the crimson light, after one final, blazing surge, suddenly contracted and stilled across Tendou Kisara's back.
Locking every last divine character into place.
— And the seal of the Haimer Familia was branded deep into Tendou Kisara's skin —
Haimer took one look.
And in his eyes, a flash of genuine, startled wonder passed through.
[Name]: Tendou Kisara
[Race]: Human
[Level]: Lv.1
[Ability Values]: Strength: I-0 | Endurance: I-0 | Dexterity: I-0 | Agility: I-0 | Magic: I-0
[Development Abilities]: None
[Magic]: None
[Skills]: 『Tendou-ryu Menkyo Kaiden』 『Heart of the Sword Demon』 『Pain of the Divine Remnant』
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