Chapter 123:
– Haru –
Rias's lap was warm and steadying under my head. I lay back on the long sofa in my mother's office with my head positioned across Rias's soft thighs. My fiancée handled my fox ears with slow, deliberate care. She cupped one ear at the base and worked her fingers upward through the dense fur, then repeated the motion with the other ear. The nerves there were sensitive, and every pass of her fingertips sent a clear pulse down my spine. My ten tails rested along the cushion and over the arm of the sofa, twitching when she pressed a little harder or grazed a tender spot.
Yasaka was behind her desk. Sirzechs and Serafall had taken one side of the low table opposite us. Azazel had slouched into the other side and already pushed aside two emptied sake cups. Michael and Gabriel sat upright together on another couch.
I had just finished recounting yesterday's events—I told them about the mission in Ukiyoe, the Greek demigod's lab, the way Apollo appeared and tried to burn a city off the map, and how Amaterasu severed his link to the sun and dropped him at my feet. I described how I killed him and how his soul separated from his body. I explained the smell of it, the pressure of it, and the way the demon seed inside me took over for a heartbeat and swallowed it. Then I told them about Milim pulling me through to Rimuru's world and me becoming a true demon lord like her.
Azazel let out an audible groan, rubbing his temple with a sigh. "This is a colossal clusterfuck," he complained bluntly. "Apollo got himself killed—not just killed, but devoured, permanently erased. So, unless you're planning on coughing up his soul, he's definitely not coming back." He raised an eyebrow pointedly at me.
Despite how pleasant Rias's fingers felt stroking my ears, I slowly opened my eyes to address him. "That's impossible at this stage," I clarified calmly. "Apollo's soul was completely sacrificed and permanently integrated into me. Becoming a conceptual Demon Lord was no simple feat, it's irreversible."
Sirzechs nodded thoughtfully, his eyes briefly glowing with a subtle crimson hue as he assessed me. "Indeed, Haru. I can sense it—your power has vastly increased since we last saw you in Kuoh town facing down the old satans together…"
From above me, Rias gently chuckled, her fingertips sliding along the velvet-furred curves of my ears, eliciting another subtle shiver from my relaxed form. Her touch was so damn enticing that I momentarily lost track of our serious conversation.
"Haru-kun truly is amazing," she murmured sweetly, smiling down warmly into my eyes. Her crimson hair draped beautifully around her flawless porcelain face, framing those captivating aqua-blue eyes. A playful pout formed on her lush lips. "I'm a bit sad, though. It really sucks that I missed your incredible anime-level power-up moment."
I chuckled softly at her adorable reaction.
"I fully support my son's decision," Yasaka stated calmly. "Apollo made the conscious choice to unleash his full power recklessly in Japan's territory. He paid the price for his arrogance and aggression. Moreover, as an unexpected consequence, Lady Amaterasu absorbed the entirety of Apollo's domain over the sun. Which, in turn, has significantly amplified her own powers." Yasaka let out a quiet sigh, shaking her head lightly. "In fact, that's why she isn't attending our current gathering. Either she's diligently trying to get accustomed to the incredible surge in her abilities—or, more likely, she's indulging herself by retreating into isolation and being a NEET again."
Her last remark drew quiet laughter and knowing smiles from most present.
Michael spoke up next. "Let us all hope sincerely that this incident does not ignite another devastating war," the archangel said softly, his voice gentle yet tinged with sorrow. "Though I must confess, the likelihood of peace at this juncture appears slim. Still, perhaps cooler heads will prevail…"
With the Greeks? I doubted it. And then there were still the Egyptian Gods as well, although we hadn't heard anything from them yet. Maybe they ran away after what I did to Apollo and they left the Greek gods out to dry?
When Gabriel spoke, a comforting aura washed over the room. "Have no fear, Haru-kun!" she proclaimed sincerely. "If a war does come to pass, I—the archangel Gabriel of peace and justice—will stand steadfast alongside my cherished friends!"
The Maou magical-girl Leviathan bounced up, dramatically pointing an accusing finger at the amused blonde angel. "Hey, wait just one minute! That's my trademark line, you sneaky dove! I am the beloved Magical Girl Levia-tan of Peace, Justice, and Supreme Sexiness! Don't go stealing my thing, Gabriel!" Serafall declared.
Gabriel tilted her head slightly. "Oh, dear Serafall, didn't you know? Magical girls were last season's trend. Now, everyone's adoring cute, innocent angels."
Serafall immediately puffed her cheeks into an exaggerated pout, stomping her foot petulantly. "That's completely untrue! Magical girls—and especially sinful, naughty magical girls—are totally in style right now! You'll see!"
I listened to their playful bickering with quiet amusement, breathing a gentle sigh of relaxation as Rias continued to carefully massage my fox ears. Rias leaned down, her soft, warm lips tenderly brushed against mine in a brief but deeply affectionate kiss. When she slowly pulled back, she gazed lovingly into my eyes, her face soft and glowing with sincere relief. "I'm so incredibly happy you're safe, Haru-kun," she whispered softly, her breath warm against my lips. "I love you more than you could possibly know."
I smiled warmly up into her captivating eyes, feeling a gentle wave of warmth fill my heart. "I love you too, Rias," I said sincerely, gently stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. "I'm sorry I worried you and everyone else yesterday. That wasn't my intention."
Her smile brightened instantly, her eyes sparkling with renewed excitement. "Enough about that!" she urged eagerly. "Tell me more about these fascinating new customers of yours. One's an actual super-soldier in futuristic powered armor, and the other used to be an artificial intelligence controlling starships to battle entire alien armadas? That's incredibly cool!"
I chuckled fondly at her excited curiosity. "Yeah, that's exactly right," I confirmed with a grin. "The armored soldier goes by Master Chief. The former AI is named Cortana, she is now a High Spirit. Honestly, they're both amazing people. You'll definitely have to meet them soon."
Rias beamed down at me with shining admiration, clearly thrilled by the idea.
….
I stood comfortably behind the long bar counter of my restaurant. My ten golden tails flowed gently behind me, swaying softly whenever I moved. The low murmur of cheerful conversations filled the dining area, punctuated by soft laughter and the occasional clink of glasses as patrons enjoyed themselves.
To my left, sitting on a tall bar stool, Master Chief placed his unmistakable olive-green helmet carefully onto the counter, exhaling with quiet satisfaction as I poured him a generous glass of cold, amber-colored beer from a chilled pitcher.
A few feet away, Rias was positively gushing over Cortana, her eyes sparkling with wonder as she openly admired the unique woman standing before her. "Honestly, Cortana, you look incredible!" Her gaze traveled along the gently pulsing, luminous strands of binary code that occasionally appeared, shimmering across Cortana's curvaceous figure over the exposed portions of her arms and slender thighs. "The glowing code that runs over your body sometimes—it makes you look even cooler. I've never seen anything quite like it."
Cortana, who initially seemed taken aback by Rias's open admiration, paused momentarily, before her lips curled upward into a confident smirk. She casually flipped her blue hair over her shoulder. "Damn right, I'm awesome," she responded. "After all, I'm literally the most advanced and sophisticated artificial intelligence humanity ever created."
I chuckled softly at their conversation, shaking my head slightly as I replaced Chief's full glass of beer carefully onto the counter before him. "Enjoy, Chief," I offered casually, smiling warmly at the imposing armored soldier as he gratefully took the second glass.
"Thanks," Chief replied in his calm, low voice, setting the glass back onto the counter with quiet satisfaction. "And you don't have to thank me for assisting in that second monster world. I made the decision myself to follow Shepard after you and that flying pink haired girl. And then when it came to monster people that lived in that village there that was attacked by the medieval magic army—they didn't deserve that"
A knowing grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. "I'm guessing some of the village girls were very… appreciative of your heroism?"
Was he building up his own harem of monster girls? I haven't known this guy long but I am so proud! Too bad Agnar couldn't follow in our footsteps but Serana was not the type of woman to share her lover…
A couple hours later, I stepped out of my restaurant into the cool night air of Kyoto. Before leaving the restaurant, I made sure to properly thank Jane and Alice.
Jane and Chief had chased my tail straight into Rimuru's world without hesitation, and Alice had stayed behind in Ukiyoe to hold the line until the yokai forces arrived. Chief and Jane got the spotlight against the human forces and the "heroes," but what Alice did in Japan mattered just as much. She kept panicked humans away from the whole mess and made sure no one in Ukiyoe saw things they should not see.
When I had asked my two beautiful, space-faring ladies what they would prefer as a reward, they had shared a playful glance before turning to me with matching, mischievous smiles.
"A steamy threesome would be the perfect reward, don't you think?" Jane had suggested boldly and Alice nodded with her.
Naturally, I'd been more than happy to oblige their request.
But all of the pleasant distractions were over…
Now, as I walked slowly through the quiet streets of Kyoto, my thoughts returned to the growing complications in my home world…
Canon was officially and irreversibly screwed. Issei Hyoudou—originally the would-be Red Dragon Emperor and protagonist of my past life's anime—was now permanently dead. Dozens of enraged goblin women, previously victimized by Issei, had gleefully joined Milim in finishing him off. His perverse reign had ended brutally, leaving no trace of the protagonist who was supposed to become a hero of his own story.
And then there was the possible war with the Greek gods. The Greeks were infamous for their arrogance and pride, and the permanent death of one of their own would not be easily forgiven.
Even though my own power had vastly increased, war was something I had hoped desperately to avoid. A battle between the supernatural factions and the gods could lead to catastrophic damage—collateral destruction, innocent lives lost, and chaos on a global scale. The Greeks wouldn't hesitate to drag humans and monsters alike into their vendetta if it came to outright conflict.
With a sigh, I turned down another quiet street. My golden fox ears twitched restlessly atop my head as I considered my next steps carefully.
A sudden voice called out gently, pulling me abruptly from my troubled thoughts.
"Haru-kun?"
Blinking in mild surprise, I stopped mid-step and turned my head toward the source of that soft, melodious voice. Standing at the entrance to a small, warmly lit café was Gabriel. The beautiful archangel offered me a gentle smile. She stepped forward, concern evident in her gentle blue eyes.
"Gabriel?" I asked softly, offering her a faint smile in return as I approached slowly. "What are you doing out here at this hour?"
She tilted her head slightly, regarding me with sincere care. "We just finished a very long meeting at your mother's palace and Michael returned to heaven, but I sensed you walking by yourself and sensed that your heart was troubled, so I decided to follow you for a moment," she explained gently.
"Thank you, Gabriel," I replied warmly, nodding slightly. "Your company would honestly be very welcome right now."
She beamed softly. Together, we started walking slowly down the quiet street.
As we moved through the more familiar, yokai-inhabited sections of Kyoto, the streets around us quickly filled with respectful whispers and softly murmured greetings. Yokai recognized me instantly. Many of them paused in their nightly activities, bowing deeply and respectfully as I passed.
I responded to their greetings with gentle nods, occasionally offering a few softly-spoken words of thanks and encouragement. Beside me, Gabriel smiled warmly at the display, obviously delighted to see how deeply the yokai community respected and adored me.
"You've truly grown into such a beloved figure for your people, Haru-kun," Gabriel murmured sweetly, turning toward me as we moved through a softly glowing district lit by paper lanterns. "Your mother must be very proud of the leader you've become!"
I chuckled softly, rubbing the back of my neck as I glanced around at the respectful yokai around us. "I never really tried to be a leader," I replied.
Gabriel's gaze softened noticeably. "And that's what makes it so impressive. Your people will happily follow you anywhere!"
"That honestly means a lot coming from you, Gabriel," I admitted softly. "You've always been a true angel of kindness."
She giggled sweetly. "Well, I suppose it's literally in my job description," she said playfully.
Soon, we approached the boundary of the human district. Gabriel and I simultaneously hid our more conspicuous supernatural traits. I carefully suppressed my glowing golden tails, retracting them seamlessly until they completely vanished from sight. My fox ears receded into my hair, leaving me indistinguishable from a human man once more.
Beside me, Gabriel's ethereal golden wings vanished in a subtle glow of gentle, heavenly light. Her golden halo faded softly into invisibility, and although she still radiated an undeniably beautiful presence, she could now pass easily for a human woman—albeit an exceptionally gorgeous one.
Gabriel looked around, fascinated by everything around her—the bright lights, the colorful signs, and the excited chatter of human pedestrians. She pressed gently against my side, her body soft and warm, radiating gentle affection as she gazed up at me. "It's been weeks since I've had the chance to walk among humans like this," she admitted softly.
Eventually, our stroll led us down a quieter street lined with small food stalls, lit warmly by paper lanterns. One stall, in particular, caught our attention—a modest, well-kept ramen stand manned by a gentle-looking old man with a long, flowing white beard. He smiled warmly at us as we approached, his eyes gentle beneath bushy white eyebrows.
"Welcome, young friends," he greeted us kindly, his voice soft and grandfatherly. "Please, come sit and enjoy a bowl of ramen on this lovely evening."
I glanced at Gabriel, who smiled excitedly. "That sounds wonderful," she said happily.
Even after most of the day spent cooking and serving customers in my restaurant, I never once grew tired of the delicious aromas wafting from good food. I'd technically eaten dinner, but since I'd ascended to become a true Demon Lord, things had become fundamentally different for me. Now I could effortlessly convert anything I ate directly into magicules, meaning hunger had effectively become meaningless. If I truly wanted to, I could keep eating indefinitely without ever feeling full or uncomfortable—but it wasn't as though I was a glutton or anything.
Rather, as a chef myself, it felt almost rude not to fully savor and deeply appreciate any meal prepared with care and skill.
The elderly ramen stall owner moved quietly and methodically behind his humble counter. His hands, though visibly aged, were firm and steady as he deftly chopped green onions, thinly sliced pork, and prepared fresh noodles.
Gabriel and I sat together at the worn wooden bar of his cozy little stall, comfortably shoulder-to-shoulder as we watched him work in a respectful silence. The gentle sizzle from his small wok and the rhythmic sounds of his utensils moving confidently through his ingredients filled the peaceful quiet between us.
It was one of those rare stalls where the chef chose exactly what to serve each customer.
After several minutes of focused preparation, the stall owner finally set two steaming bowls of ramen before us, placing them down gently but confidently with a warm smile. Steam rose invitingly from the rich broth, carrying aromas of carefully roasted pork bones, freshly simmered vegetables, and an expert blend of aromatic spices and herbs.
He wiped his weathered hands on a clean towel, offering us a gentle, grandfatherly smile as he spoke. "You two young people have troubled expressions tonight," he observed kindly. "That's never good. Youth is a fleeting gift—it's meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. Sometimes it's necessary to simply let go of our burdens, even just for a short while. Take a moment, relax, and truly enjoy the simple comfort of a good meal."
I couldn't help but smile appreciatively at his wise advice. As someone who spent so much time worrying over complicated and dangerous matters, his words deeply resonated with me. "I couldn't agree more," I replied sincerely, nodding gratefully toward him. "Thank you very much for this meal."
The old man chuckled softly, bowing slightly with humble pride. "No thanks necessary, young man. Seeing my customers' worries disappear, even briefly, is reward enough."
He retreated quietly, granting us privacy once more. Gabriel was already smiling warmly. She carefully picked up the wooden chopsticks provided, admiring the meticulous presentation of the ramen in front of her—the perfect alignment of noodles, the delicate slices of marinated pork, and the vibrant green garnish placed carefully atop it all.
"This looks absolutely delicious," Gabriel murmured softly.
I picked up my own chopsticks and began carefully stirring my ramen. The noodles parted easily beneath the smooth, savory broth, steam rising enticingly as I lifted the first bite to my lips. Flavor burst across my palate immediately—the rich, layered taste of pork bone broth mingling perfectly with the soft bite of handmade noodles, the delicate sweetness of caramelized scallions, and the subtle earthiness of shiitake mushrooms.
My eyes widened slightly in genuine admiration, a satisfied hum escaping my throat before I could stop myself. "Wow," I murmured appreciatively. "This is incredibly well-balanced. He really knows his craft."
Gabriel eagerly took her first taste as well, bringing the noodles daintily to her soft lips and carefully slurping them up. Her hidden wings once again shimmered subtly behind her shoulders as a soft, blissful sigh escaped her mouth. "This is heavenly. Such depth of flavor—and yet so wonderfully comforting. I can almost feel all of today's worries fading away," she turned to me and smiled again. "I'm sure everything will work itself out…"
– An Old Man –
The old man stood quietly behind the worn wooden counter, watching thoughtfully as the two blonde-haired customers departed from his humble ramen stall. His aged eyes lingered a moment longer.
As the two blondes walked further down the softly illuminated Kyoto street, the old man slowly lowered his gaze, the gentle smile fading from his weathered features, replaced instead by a complicated and heavy expression. Memories flooded back to him in waves, carrying with them all the heartache, turmoil, and loss from ages long past.
A subtle ripple in the atmosphere beside him suddenly drew his immediate attention. With narrowed eyes, he carefully turned toward the unexpected presence now occupying the empty stool at his humble ramen stand. Sitting there, calmly adjusting herself atop the simple wooden seat, was an incredibly strange and striking woman unlike any he had encountered before in this world.
The mysterious woman possessed delicate, porcelain doll-like features, with flawless, smooth blue skin reminiscent of polished marble. Beneath an oversized, pristine white witch's hat, long silky strands of pale-blue hair cascaded down her slender shoulders, framing her eerily beautiful face. Four slender arms emerged effortlessly from beneath her clothing.
When she spoke, her voice resonated softly through the still night air—clear, melodic, and lilting gracefully in an archaic, distinctly Old English accent. "Greetings," she said softly, tilting her head ever-so-slightly to one side. "We hath not yet had occasion to speak directly, though I suppose responsibility for that oversight rests firmly with thee. After all, nearly all within the world's supernatural realms mistakenly believe thee long departed. Regardless, it truly is a pleasure to finally make thy acquaintance… Yahweh."
At the mention of his true name, a name he had not openly used or heard spoken in ages, a quiet sigh escaped the old man.
"Ranni the Witch," Yahweh acknowledged quietly, his deep voice gentle but measured as he carefully evaluated the formidable visitor who had effortlessly tracked him down. "You've gone through considerable trouble to locate me. Might I ask what exactly brings you here? Have you some business to discuss?"
"Perhaps I do, or perhaps not," she replied lightly, maintaining her enigmatic demeanor as she leaned slightly forward across the counter, resting two delicate blue hands upon the polished wood. "In truth, 'twas somewhat cruel of thee, Yahweh—standing mere inches away from thine own beloved daughter and yet never revealing thy continued existence. The dear Gabriel truly believes thee long deceased, mourned and missed greatly by both herself and thy son Michael."
The gentle rebuke in Ranni's voice stung Yahweh far more deeply than he cared to admit aloud.
He winced. "Believe me," he began softly, sorrow evident in every quiet syllable, "remaining hidden from them has not been easy nor pleasant. Yet, my apparent death was intended solely to bring about lasting peace. After the tragedy of the Great War, I sought only to fade away quietly, letting the bitterness and resentment of that terrible era fade with me…" He paused, then glanced back toward the direction Gabriel had walked, his heart aching at the image of her gentle, unknowing smile. "But you are right, Ranni. Perhaps my plans were misguided, especially given recent events. Your arrival, your actions—allowing worlds to converge and paths to cross at that strange little restaurant—changed everything irrevocably. Destiny has shifted dramatically, and I find myself once more drawn into a world I had hoped to leave behind more peaceful than when I ran it."
A long, thoughtful moment passed before she finally spoke again, her tone softer and more sincere this time. "'Tis not mine intention to disrupt thy carefully laid plans, ancient one. But fate is ever a shifting tapestry, and even beings such as ourselves must occasionally bend beneath its unpredictable influence."
Yahweh nodded slowly, acknowledging the wisdom in her words even as he continued to regard her with cautious curiosity. "And yet, you still haven't answered my question," he reminded her gently. "You came here tonight with purpose, of that I am certain. Tell me clearly, Ranni—what exactly is it that you seek from me?"
"Thou art correct to suspect I have arrived here this night with distinct purpose," Ranni began softly, tilting her delicate chin slightly upward as she addressed Yahweh directly. "I hath observed much from my place beyond thy world. I have observed this realm's beauty, its delightful inhabitants, and most importantly, the peaceful existence my beloved consort, Haru, hath carefully forged here. Haru is my chosen, the one whom I adore above all others. I granted him a means to travel between worlds, so that he might share his gifts of food, comfort, and companionship with beings who most desperately require them. Though Haru's strength and influence doth steadily grow, mine consort is no fierce warrior, nor ambitious ruler. His heart hath ever yearned not for conquest, nor glory, nor violence—but rather peace, friendship, and gentle happiness."
Yahweh considered her words with genuine interest, his aged, wise eyes carefully observing her subtle facial expressions and gestures. The blue-skinned woman displayed a distinct softness and warmth whenever she spoke of Haru, her glowing gaze softening with affection and tenderness whenever his name was mentioned. Her love for him was plainly evident—Yahweh could easily see that this strange, alien goddess's bond with her consort ran extraordinarily deep.
After a brief, thoughtful pause, Ranni continued again in her carefully measured tone. "Thus, thou canst understand my displeasure at seeing foreign gods of this world foolishly meddling in affairs that threaten mine consort's peaceful life. Apollo's aggression hath already cost him his very existence, yet I foresee that his demise may provoke rash reactions from the remainder of his arrogant divine kin. I care not for their petty squabbles, nor for their wounded pride. Should they attempt vengeance or further strife, this peaceful world might yet plunge swiftly into chaos and war. Such an outcome, I cannot—indeed shall not—permit." She paused briefly, the tips of her slender, delicate fingers lightly tapping upon the polished wooden counter in gentle rhythm as she regarded him calmly, her glowing eyes quietly awaiting his response.
Yahweh released a slow, heavy sigh. He ran his calloused fingertips slowly over his long, silvery-white beard, carefully considering the seriousness of her words. "And how exactly do you intend to respond, should this scenario unfold?" Yahweh asked quietly, his voice soft but direct. "You speak as though you possess the capability—and indeed, the willingness—to personally intervene. Yet, even for a being such as yourself, direct involvement would not be a simple matter. Especially within my realm."
Ranni's delicate lips curled faintly upward into an enigmatic half-smile. Slowly, she lifted one of her elegant four hands from the countertop and adjusted her oversized white witch's hat, pushing it slightly upward and revealing more of her striking blue features clearly to him. "Oh, make no mistake, ancient one—my capabilities greatly exceed what thee might currently perceive. There are few entities within thy reality capable of posing even the slightest inconvenience to my goals, should I truly decide to act decisively…"
Yahweh carefully maintained his calm composure. "Perhaps you underestimate certain hidden powers here," he cautioned gently, regarding her steadily. "If a goddess of your magnitude were to move openly, overtly displaying your true powers, such an event might well draw attention that you would be unwise to attract. There exist beings who are normally indifferent toward mortal affairs—but who would swiftly notice, and certainly investigate, should a presence as powerful as yourself openly act. The dragon known as Great Red, for example—he is notoriously sensitive to disturbances within his territory, which he claims as the space between worlds and dreams. If you acted openly, he would undoubtedly notice."
Ranni tilted her head slightly, calmly absorbing Yahweh's words with quiet contemplation. After a short pause, she simply gave a small, graceful shrug, gently shaking her head once, causing the long strands of her pale-blue hair to sway softly across her slender shoulders. "Thy concern is noted," she said gently. "Yet, I shall make myself perfectly clear. My beloved Haru shall continue to enjoy the peace he deserves in this world. Should thee desire to prevent unnecessary chaos, then I recommend strongly that thee personally intervene to control these reckless, troublesome Olympians. If thou dost hesitate, if thou art unwilling or unable to quell their impending conflict—I assure thee, I shall swiftly handle the matter myself. And, should the dragon Great Red notice…well, should that foolish beast choose to involve himself, I will personally teach him a rather harsh lesson in humility. The dragons used to rule the lands between, and yet they were struck down all the same…"
And with those parting words she vanished in motes of blue starlight. He took a moment to ponder before coming to a decision. He didn't have to completely reveal his existence to the wider supernatural world, but he supposed it had been a while since he flexed his full might…
– Zeus –
Zeus sat on his massive throne in the highest marble hall of Olympus, his knuckles clenched white around the arms of his seat. Around him, the Olympians sat in their individual, ostentatious marble chairs—every seat was carved to reflect its occupant's supposed importance.
Ares leaned forward, his face twisted in excitement. "Our legions are assembled at every gateway, Father. They are prepared to march on your word. We have the cyclopes forging new thunderbolts as we speak. The mortals will see terror raining from the sky—"
Athena cut in, her voice flat but precise, tapping a thick stack of parchment against her knee. "And our mortal agents are already sowing dissent among the yokai's human allies. We have informants everywhere. We're ready to strike, Father, at a moment's notice!"
Zeus's eyes glinted with something like pride—at least for a heartbeat. He looked over his children and the gathered gods, every one of them looking to him for vengeance, expecting another glorious war. Rage had his chest heaving. His voice came out gravelly as he nodded. "That's what I like to hear! Apollo will not go unavenged. Those arrogant monsters, those upstart beasts from foreign lands—" He surged upright, his muscles flexing, his hand already sparking with the blue-white glow of summoned lightning. "—they think they can kill one of Olympus's own and escape retribution? If I have to tear this world apart, brick by mortal brick, I will make them pay for my son's death! There will be retribution!"
All around the council, lesser gods cheered or clapped their hands.
The air itself buzzed, the ozone thickening, until suddenly—without warning—a force hit Zeus in the side of the face!
It was a presence—something impossibly heavy and sharp, a palm made out of divine authority and raw, ancient power. The sound of the impact cracked through Olympus so violently the marble columns shuddered and fine dust rained from the ceiling.
Zeus's head whipped sideways and his vision exploded in white agony!
He heard the crunch of his own teeth as they shattered, golden blood and ivory fragments spraying out across the polished floor. The back of his throat filled with blood and pain. For a split second, the only thing Zeus could focus on was the cold stone beneath his knees—he was on the ground, his cheek mashed against the tile, his ears ringing.
And then a voice—impossibly familiar, horrifyingly close—breathed against the ruined side of his face. It was a whisper, soft but commanding, and somehow it burrowed straight through all of Zeus's bravado.
"There will be no war…"
He tried to look around, to see who had invaded his sanctum, but no one was there. Only the voice, threading through his skull.
"My children stand with the yokai as allies. As do I…"
The blood in Zeus's veins turned to ice. He knew that voice. He had hoped, prayed (not that he'd ever admit it) that this being had vanished for good. The biblical god—Yahweh—still existed!
Fuck.
Panic clawed up Zeus's throat as the pain in his jaw started to bloom. He pressed a trembling hand to his mouth, feeling the swollen, puffy flesh, and realized his divine teeth weren't regrowing. He glanced at the floor, little shards of white scattered around his knees.
Immortals healed. They always healed. He should already be fine. But nothing was happening. The swelling grew worse.
All around the council chamber, the other Olympians had leaped to their feet. Artemis rushed to her father's side. "Father! What happened? What hit you?"
Hera was shouting at everyone to back away, her hands already glowing with healing light. "Who dares attack Zeus on Olympus? Guards! Secure the hall!"
Hephaestus limped forward, peering with wide eyes at Zeus's ruined face. "Father, can you speak? Who did this to you?"
Ares looked half-terrified, half-fascinated. "Was it some new weapon? An assassin? Father—say something!"
Zeus tried to talk but the words came out in a slurred, pitiful mumble. He wiped a strand of drool away with the back of his hand and forced himself upright. Every muscle in his body screamed to lash out, to smite something, but fear kept his hand tight around the arm of his throne.
He cleared his throat, testing the shape of his mouth, feeling every pulpy wound. The words barely made it out, heavy and awkward. "There… will be no war."
All the gods stared at him, dumbfounded. Athena frowned. "Father, what are you talking about? We have to retaliate! They—"
Zeus cut her off with a desperate shake of his head. He glanced furtively at every shadow in the room, half-expecting that horrible voice to return. "We will… we will send… an apology. To the yokai."
The gods gaped. Apollo's own twin, Artemis, nearly dropped her bow in disbelief. "Apologize?! Father, are you unwell?"
Ares sputtered. "You want to—apologize—for Apollo? Father, you're the King of Olympus! You can't just—"
Zeus snapped at him, his voice trembling. "Enough! There will be no war. The matter is settled. That is a direct order." He looked down at his hands and realized he was shaking. Not a single bolt of lightning would form, even when he called. His face still throbbed with pain, each heartbeat sending another pulse of agony through his swollen jaw. Somewhere deep inside, Zeus wondered if this was what fear felt like for mortals. A cold sweat ran down Zeus's back. He forced himself to stand straighter and looked around at his family, every word now a struggle. "I… will… write the letter myself. No more talk of war. That's final."
– Haru –
It was unusual to find my bed empty, but not entirely unfamiliar. I ran a hand through my golden hair, then padded barefoot across the soft floor, my tails swaying low behind me as I moved toward the main sitting room.
Yasaka, my mother, sat perfectly straight, I could see the faint shadows beneath her eyes—evidence of a sleepless night, matching my own unrest.
I hesitated in the doorway for a heartbeat, studying her quietly. She wore a pale blue silk kimono belted loosely around her waist. She looked as beautiful and powerful as ever, but also a little more fragile than usual.
I stepped fully into the room, letting the door swing open. Yasaka's golden gaze flickered up, instantly finding mine. A small smile curved her lips, warm but tinged with a tired understanding.
"Do you want a hug?" I asked, entirely genuine.
Yasaka's smile deepened, the lines at the corners of her eyes crinkling in quiet delight. "Always," she said, setting her teacup down with careful precision before rising to her feet.
She wrapped her arms tightly around me, pulling me in close. Her embrace was powerful, the kind of hug that drove the air from my lungs. I felt her full, soft breasts press against my chest and—almost immediately—my face was tucked tightly beneath her chin. For a moment, my face was buried in the plush swell of her cleavage, her kimono parting just enough to let my cheek rest against warm skin. Her tails folded protectively around my back, enveloping me completely in her scent and presence.
I let out a low, involuntary sigh and closed my eyes, letting myself melt for just a moment in her arms. She squeezed me tighter, rocking me gently. I felt her hand come up to stroke my hair, her nails tracing lightly over my scalp and ears in a touch so intimate it made me shudder.
After a long moment, Yasaka pulled back, her hands still resting on my shoulders. She looked down at me with a mixture of pride and fierce affection. "You've grown so strong, Haru," she said, her voice a soft chitter, a note of playful teasing in her tone. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then smoothed my hair back with her palm.
I nodded, exhaling slowly, feeling the weight of responsibility settling over me once more. "I'm strong enough now that I'll make sure to fix my own mistakes," I said quietly. My golden eyes flickered, shadowed by resolve and something colder. "If it comes to war, I'll lead from the front. I'll crush any enemy that threatens our people—quickly, decisively. I won't let anyone harm Japan or the yokai who live here. Not this time." I paused, my gaze dropping for a heartbeat. "And if I need help, I know my friends and allies will stand with me."
Yasaka's expression softened, though a glint of concern lingered in her eyes. She squeezed my shoulders, then moved back to her seat, gathering her tails beneath her as she sank gracefully onto the cushion. She took her tea again and sipped, watching me over the rim of the cup.
"Victory won't be as easy as you might hope, Haru," she warned, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "The Greek gods… they are prideful, yes, but also cunning and dangerously desperate when cornered. If they realize defeat is inevitable, they may not simply surrender. They could unleash the Titans out of spite, or set some other catastrophic scheme in motion. Their egos are too large to allow a quiet loss." She placed her cup down and folded her hands in her lap, her tone turning somber. "And I don't want you leading armies. It's one thing to fight for those you love, to defend your home, but it's another to drown yourself in the blood and madness of a full-scale world war." A faint, sad smile tugged at her lips. "You can get into all the fights you want, gods know you will anyway…" She smirked slightly, and I managed a reluctant chuckle. "But don't lose yourself to it, Haru. War isn't just another brawl. It takes more than just strength—it demands your soul, piece by piece."
I was quiet for a long moment, my hands curling loosely at my sides.
Before I could speak, the heavy doors at the far end of the salon burst open with a sharp, echoing crash. A flurry of hurried footsteps pounded across the marble floor. A tengu guard in ceremonial armor rushed into the room, his wings fluttering in agitation, a scroll clutched tightly in his gloved hands.
"My lady! Lord Haru!" the tengu called, bowing quickly to us before snapping back up. "Urgent correspondence from Olympus…"
….
Even though we had a meeting yesterday, of course we immediately contacted our allies again after receiving the baffling letter and everyone met up at my restaurant.
I stood behind the gleaming countertop of my restaurant kitchen, honestly feeling pretty baffled by everything that happened this morning. My fingers moved expertly over the hot griddle as I flipped several fluffy, golden pancakes with practiced ease. Next to them, thick slices of bacon sizzled noisily, the rich smell of frying meat mingling pleasantly with the sweetness of pancakes.
Across from me, seated comfortably at the bar, Azazel, Sirzechs, and Michael were quietly staring down at the ornate scroll resting conspicuously on the polished countertop. Zeus's personal seal of Olympus was pressed in gold wax at the bottom, marking the letter as unquestionably authentic.
Behind them, Serafall sat energetically in one of the large booths, dramatically gesturing as she recounted a colorful story to Gabriel and my mother. Gabriel was leaning in, eyes wide with fascination, while Yasaka relaxed with a gentle, amused smile on her beautiful face, sipping tea quietly and clearly enjoying Serafall's antics.
Further back in the dining area, Kunou was happily chasing after her fluffy golden puppy, giggling brightly as she weaved around tables and chairs. Tanya followed closely behind her, the young soldier girl's typically serious face softened considerably, replaced instead by warm amusement as the two of them scrambled playfully around the dining room.
But even amidst the pleasant morning, I couldn't shake off my confusion about Zeus's unexpected letter.
I glanced back at the three powerful men seated at the bar in front of me. Their expressions were oddly similar, each one showing a different form of skeptical confusion.
Azazel finally broke the silence, shaking his head slowly as he tossed Zeus's letter down onto the counter with an exasperated sigh.
"Alright, seriously—I'm fucking confused," he muttered bluntly, ruffling his dark hair with obvious frustration. "I mean, is anyone else actually reading this thing? Zeus apologizing? Zeus doesn't apologize for shit. Ever. He's an arrogant asshole, it's practically his defining trait!"
Michael immediately shot a disapproving look toward Azazel, arching one golden eyebrow as he folded his hands calmly on the countertop. "Language, brother," he chastised gently, but even the archangel's serene, angelic expression betrayed clear uncertainty as he sighed softly. "Although… I must confess, I share your sentiments. This letter truly is unexpected."
Sirzechs leaned back casually on his stool, quietly rubbing his chin as he studied the scroll again. "I suppose we should just accept it and take it as a win," he admitted slowly. "Still, I'll be honest, I really wasn't looking forward to a war. The scale and the collateral damage alone…" He shook his head lightly, a brief flash of worry crossing his features.
Azazel sighed loudly, dramatically rolling his eyes. "Yeah, none of us wanted a war. Obviously," he muttered, gesturing vaguely at the letter as he leaned closer, lowering his voice slightly. "But come on—we can all admit this apology is downright weird, right? Suspicious even? Zeus doesn't back down. Ever!"
I chuckled softly, plating the pancakes neatly alongside crisp strips of bacon. "Definitely suspicious," I agreed as I set their plates down in front of them. "When I saw that scroll arrive this morning, I fully expected it to be a formal declaration of war. An apology honestly never crossed my mind…"
Azazel smirked broadly, snorting softly with amusement as he picked up a strip of bacon. "Exactly!" he agreed enthusiastically, gesturing with the crispy bacon in hand. "See, Haru gets it!"
Michael carefully sliced into his pancakes. "Perhaps he had a sudden change of heart?" he offered optimistically, though even he sounded doubtful.
…In the end, we all collectively decided to follow Sirzechs' advice and simply treat Zeus's apology as a genuine win. Even though we all had lingering doubts, ultimately avoiding a large-scale war was a relief no one could deny.
Breakfast passed in a relaxed blur of chatter and clinking dishes. After the faction leaders finished their meals and shared a few more casual conversations, they each departed one by one, leaving my restaurant pleasantly quieter.
My mother gently gathered up Kunou and Tanya to take them back to the palace for their daily lessons.
Peace had swiftly returned to Kyoto, and honestly, it was kind of amazing how effortlessly everyone had slipped back into their daily routines—as if yesterday's looming threat of war had never even existed.
As I surveyed the now mostly empty restaurant, I quickly noticed Master Chief and Cortana still seated together quietly at a large booth near the window. Both of them seemed deep in thought, though Cortana looked especially restless, fidgeting in her seat with her fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished tabletop.
I could clearly see from their expressions that they'd been patiently waiting to speak with me alone since breakfast ended.
After the chaos of yesterday, the two of them had stayed overnight in guest chambers at Yasaka's palace, since they literally had nowhere else in this unfamiliar world to go. But obviously, they'd eventually want a place of their own—a home, whether here in Kyoto or somewhere else entirely. Perhaps another world altogether, even.
Wherever they wanted to settle, I was determined to help them find somewhere that felt right.
I made my way casually across the empty dining room toward their booth. Cortana's sapphire-blue eyes instantly brightened when she noticed me coming closer. I chuckled softly to myself as I saw her excitedly scoot sideways on the cushioned seat, giving me plenty of space to sit beside her.
She tried very hard to look innocent about it, but I saw right through her cheerful expression.
Almost immediately, as soon as I leaned back and relaxed, I felt Cortana shift again. She subtly but deliberately slid her body much closer to mine, brushing her thigh gently against my leg as she closed the gap between us.
I tilted my head slightly toward her, raising an eyebrow in playful curiosity at her overt action.
Cortana glanced up at me with a perfectly innocent smile—a smile that was anything but innocent. I sensed Cortana shift subtly beside me. My ears twitched instinctively as I felt the warmth of her hand quietly come to rest upon my thigh beneath the table. It wasn't an accident. I could tell by the soft yet deliberate pressure of her fingertips, gently tracing little circles over the fabric of my pants.
Keeping my expression carefully neutral, I turned my attention to my two futuristic guests. "So, Chief, Cortana," I began easily, glancing from one to the other, "Have you two decided what you want to do yet? I'm willing to help however I can, of course. Whether that means staying here in my universe, returning to your home world, or perhaps exploring another one entirely—like Milim's."
Cortana's vivid blue eyes immediately narrowed in mild displeasure as she shook her head firmly. She leaned forward slightly, using her free hand to gesture emphatically. "Look, Haru, I appreciate the offer, really. But as incredible as it is that I'm now technically a High Spirit and Chief here has become some kind of hero, there's absolutely no chance we're settling down permanently in a low-tech fantasy world like Milim's." She crinkled her delicate nose in slight disdain. "No running water, no internet, no high-speed data networks? Count me out."
Master Chief gave a low, amused grunt. "Cortana would lose her mind," he commented dryly, raising a teasing eyebrow at her. "She barely handled the trip to Rimuru's world as it was—she complained about the lack of wireless signal at least three dozen times."
Cortana shot him an exasperated glare. "Thirty-two times," she corrected defensively, though a reluctant smile curved her lips at Chief's obvious teasing. "And every single complaint was justified. You can't expect someone as technologically advanced as me to function properly without basic digital amenities."
"Fair enough," I conceded with a chuckle. Beneath the table, Cortana's teasing fingers moved higher, pressing softly yet persistently into the firm muscle of my thigh. My golden tails twitched subtly behind me, and I shot her a sideways glance, silently acknowledging her boldness. "So, I take it you'd prefer a place with proper technology then?"
"Exactly," she confirmed emphatically, leaning slightly closer to me, her shoulder brushing intimately against mine. Her voice lowered into a silky, playful murmur. "Besides, you wouldn't want to deprive yourself of my charming company, would you, Haru?"
Her fingers continued tracing slow, seductive circles, climbing higher along my inner thigh. Despite myself, I felt a small shiver of excitement ripple along my spine. Damn, she really knew how to tease.
Did she learn this all from the internet last night or something?
Chief cleared his throat softly, either oblivious to or tactfully ignoring Cortana's advances under the table. His voice came out calmly, thoughtful as always. "I don't have much experience outside of combat," he admitted. "Fighting is all I've ever known, all I've ever been good at. Your world… it seems peaceful enough, but with everything I've seen so far, it seems like things heat up more often than you'd like. If you don't mind, I'd prefer to stay here and lend a hand if things get dangerous."
Surprised but pleased by his offer, I nodded appreciatively. "Chief, you'd be a welcome ally here."
The Chief inclined his head slightly, visibly satisfied with my acceptance. Then his voice dipped lower, becoming graver. "There's another reason, too. I don't want to return to our universe. The Covenant war is over. Humanity's safe now. But with how Cortana's evolved into something completely different, the UNSC scientists would have a field day poking and prodding at her. I won't let that happen." His protective tone held a fierceness I hadn't quite expected.
Beside me, Cortana's face softened into a genuinely tender expression as she gazed fondly at Chief. Her eyes shimmered softly, the glowing binary code across her skin pulsing warmly for a moment. "Aw, Chief, you're such a softie under that armor," she teased gently. Her voice dropped to a more sincere, gentle murmur. "But seriously, you're the best brother a formerly digital girl could ask for."
He didn't respond verbally but nodded once, acknowledging her words with quiet dignity.
I couldn't help but smile softly at the genuine closeness between them. "You two really do make a good team," I noted warmly. Then, as Cortana's teasing fingertips boldly inched upward, coming dangerously close to a decidedly sensitive area, I shot her a deadpan stare. "Though one of you might be a bit more troublesome than the other."
She blinked innocently up at me, batting her thick eyelashes in a blatantly fake display of purity. "Oh, whoever could you be talking about, Haru?" she murmured sweetly, her lips curving into a sly smirk.
I gave her a long-suffering sigh, though the playful gleam in my eyes betrayed my amusement. "You, obviously—perverted AI," I muttered, quietly enough so that only she could hear.
Cortana immediately gave an exaggerated, adorable pout, puffing her cheeks slightly. "Perverted AI? How terribly rude!" she protested dramatically. "I'll have you know I'm an incredibly sophisticated High Spirit now, thank you very much!"
I raised an eyebrow skeptically, resisting the urge to laugh outright at her exaggerated indignation. "Sophisticated, huh? And is openly molesting me under the table part of that advanced spirit protocol?" I teased lightly.
She leaned closer, her breath brushing warmly against my ear as her fingers tightened possessively around my thigh. "It's an optional feature," she purred softly, her voice dripping with sultry mischief. "But I must admit, it's quickly becoming one of my favorite functions."
Despite my best attempts to remain unbothered, a faint blush crept across my cheeks, and the tips of my golden ears twitched involuntarily.
Cortana laughed quietly, clearly enjoying my subtle reaction.
We continued to work out the rest of the details about the two of them living in Japan...
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