Chapter 173 Status Ailment: Stomach Pain (HP, Mana, and Skill Power take 1 on 10 of their maximum values as damage at the start of the action)
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”…I went through hell today.”
”No, seriously, I really am sorry, Tatara-dono,” the Part-time Leader said.
The Part-time Leader apologized while laughing at my scorched clothes.
Honestly, I wished she’d stop laughing considering she and the Head of Judiciary had spent hours interrogating me.
I shot her a deeply resentful look.
First, the Head of Judiciary and the Part-time Leader grilled me nonstop. Then the Merchant Guild Leader joined midway through and demanded a full explanation of ‘Pegasus’—the transport-type Aarem¹ exoskeleton.
To make things worse, one of the soldiers jumped in purely for entertainment and started asking questions too, leaving me mentally exhausted.
And just when I thought it was finally over, the Mayor cornered me next and demanded a breakdown of every technology used in ‘Chef’s’ Aarem.
By the end of it, my brain was fried.
Then, as the grand finale, the Mayor finally snapped, pulled out her original Arcane Gun²—the irradiation-type ‘Snowdrop’—and shot me with it.
Well, it only dealt around forty damage per second, so it couldn’t penetrate my magic defense³, but it completely ruined my clothes.
After all that, the only thing actually decided today was that I’d serve as a live commentator during the event.
Still, it solved most of the Part-time Leader’s problems, so I guess things worked out in the end.
”Still, that petite, big-breasted Aarem was ridiculously strong,” Dahlia said.
”Please stop giving ‘Chef’ weird nicknames. She’ll pout if she hears you.”
I lightly warned Dahlia as she grinned while reminiscing about the fight.
The person herself had already gone home, but honestly, it felt like saying the wrong thing might summon her from the sky instantly.
There was even a rumor that if I looked up at ‘Archangel’ and said “I love you,” she’d appear at light speed.
At this point, I could genuinely believe insulting Dahlia would summon ‘Chef’ on reflex.
(…In the end, I couldn’t help with anything…)
”No, you barely looked like you were going to trip today. That’s already huge progress.”
I immediately denied the depressed muttering from the Part-time Leader.
Throughout the entire day, she only stumbled slightly over ten times.
Managing the full hour-long walk to the arena with fewer than ten falls was honestly impressive growth.
”Besides, you worked hard all day accompanying Mother-in-law as a maid. That’s enough for now.”
(…Fufu, I understand.)
A smile finally bloomed across the Part-time Leader’s face.
Yeah. Encouraging her lightly like this was probably the right approach.
While chatting casually, we finally returned home.
I still had dinner preparations waiting for me.
”So you’re actually participating in an event during the City Festival?” Ethelena asked.
”Yeah. The Mayor formally requested it. I didn’t have any plans anyway besides wandering around the festival with everyone, so the timing worked out.”
As we sat down for dinner, I explained everything that had happened.
Last year, all I did was help put up decorations around town, so I was basically uninvolved.
No wonder Ethelena looked surprised.
”Mu. Then what happens to your promise to tryst with Dahlia?” Ichika asked.
”We spent the whole day dealing with Aarem-related stuff, so she already got most of it out of her system.”
Honestly, I was shocked too, but apparently Dahlia had planned to drag me around all day under the excuse of an “Aarem date.”
What the hell even was an Aarem date?
”The City Festival lasts five days. I figured I’d dedicate one day to her as thanks for cooperating with the Aarem project.”
”Mumu… Is it impossible to spare one day for each of us as well?” Ichika asked.
”Physically impossible.”
Truthfully, I did want to spend time with everyone individually.
Even while giving Ichika a blunt answer, I was internally agonizing over whether I could somehow force together a schedule.
Though on the final day, we’d probably all unite to crush those trashy idiots from the Knight school anyway.
”…Hey, Tatara.”
”What is it?”
Ethelena suddenly spoke up with a troubled expression.
”Could you give one of your days to I-san?”
The most shocked person wasn’t me.
It was Ichika.
Her eyes widened completely.
”Why would you suggest that?”
”Because… even when the rest of us wavered, she stayed beside you the entire time. I feel like I-san deserves the same right as Dahlia to have a proper one-on-one date.”
Loneliness flickered briefly across Ethelena’s face.
Yohira and Tatia looked uncomfortable.
Ichika, meanwhile, looked furious.
”Okusama.”
”Eh? Ah… What is it, I-san?”
”…Are you mocking me?”
Ichika’s voice dropped ice-cold.
The atmosphere instantly froze.
”Um… N-No, that’s not what I meant…”
”Then why are you treating me like an object of charity? I love Milord just as much as everyone else. I have my own desires too. I want to sneak away for secret trysts, drag him into hidden alleys where someone might catch us, flaunt our affection openly, and wear revealing clothes just to make his heart race. But acting like I can only have those things because someone gave up their turn for me is insulting.”
”…Didn’t your list of desires get dangerously weird halfway through?” I asked.
My survival instincts screamed at me not to investigate further.
One wrong move and this dinner table was about to become complete chaos.
”B-But! Even though I-san is carrying Tatara’s child, that’s all you have! I’m his legal wife! I can go on dates whenever I want! We attend the academy together, I took Tatara’s virginity, gave him mine at the same time, we’ve spent far more nights together than anyone else, he’s released inside me over a thousand times already, and unlike everyone else here, I’ve even picked out his clothes! Plus, we’re getting married the moment we graduate!”
”…Okay, Ethelena? Even we have limits to our patience,” Yohira cut in.
”I’m officially siding against you now,” Tatia added.
After Ethelena aggressively unloaded a nonstop list of marital victories, the fragile alliance shattered instantly.
Yohira and Tatia defected immediately with rigid smiles and throbbing veins visible on their foreheads.
Honestly, Ethelena’s ability to casually flex like that was terrifying.
”Oh my. If both of you are going to act like that, perhaps I should use my Succubus techniques until no ordinary man can satisfy either of you anymore.”
”What kind of insane threat is that?!”
I couldn’t stop myself from shouting.
Granted, if Ethelena got serious, she probably could ruin someone permanently regardless of gender.
”Yohira, Ichika, Ethelena-san, Tatia-san… enough. This is disgraceful,” Mother-in-law said calmly.
”…Yes.”
The instant Mother-in-law set down her soup bowl and spoke, the entire argument died.
Even the Part-time Leader and I flinched despite not being targeted.
As expected, the true ruler of this household was unquestionably Mother-in-law.
”If you’re going to argue over something this pointless, then I shall simply assign Tatara-san to spend a full day with Mitsuha instead.”
”Huh?”
”Mother?!”
Both Mitsuha-san and I stared blankly at her.
Mother-in-law simply nodded.
”Mitsuha, I heard from that gentleman over there that you intend to settle here permanently.”
”Yes. I want to build a life here.”
Apparently she’d heard it from the Part-time Leader rather than Mitsuha herself.
That felt dangerously important to forget mentioning.
Still, Mother-in-law simply smiled gently.
”That is admirable. However, you know almost nothing about this city. Throwing yourself into an unfamiliar nation alone is dangerous, is it not?”
Her logic was flawless.
Mitsuha-san looked increasingly convinced as Mother-in-law continued.
”Therefore, you should first learn the city properly under Tatara-san’s guidance. Once you understand the districts and citizens, you can begin deciding how to establish yourself here.”
Yeah.
That was completely reasonable.
”If that’s the goal, then I’ll gladly help. Mitsuha-san rarely gets a chance to leave the house anyway, so guiding her around town sounds fine.”
”Tatara-san…”
Mitsuha-san looked visibly surprised.
”In that case, set aside shop matters for now and spend one full festival day together learning the city layout.”
”Gladly.”
”Fufu… then I’ll be in your care.”
Mitsuha-san smiled brightly.
The Part-time Leader nodded approvingly from the side.
Then Mother-in-law turned back toward the silenced girls.
”This is how you properly secure a promise for a tryst. Especially with someone like Tatara-san, presenting flawless logic settles the matter immediately.”
”…YES, MA’AM!”
”HEH?!”
An absolutely terrifying strategy had just been casually revealed in front of me.
And why were all four answering in perfect sync?!
”Man… tactical advice from an experienced married woman really hits differently,” the Part-time Leader muttered emotionally.
”Please stop saying that with such sincerity.”
”Ethelena-san, if you ever require additional instruction on properly controlling a husband, I would be happy to teach you,” Kasumi offered.
”Kasumi, please stop. I’m starting to genuinely pity Tatara-dono,” the Part-time Leader sighed.
Somehow a terrifying wife alliance and miserable husband alliance had formed at this table.
Honestly, I could already picture myself and the Part-time Leader escaping to go fishing more often in the future.
After finally surviving dinner, I headed into the workshop.
What I was currently building was a massive high-definition monitor.
Its scale matched a hundred-inch television from my previous life.
Alongside it, I was constructing heavy-duty speakers capable of blasting sound clearly across outdoor festival grounds.
The Mayor had finally sent the official monitor count required throughout the city, so I could begin production properly.
Total requirement: sixteen units.
Since mass production was involved, I had the Golems assist with simultaneous manufacturing.
Honestly, even alone, I could build one in under ten minutes and finish the entire batch within three hours.
Still, I had too many additional tasks piling up, so automation was the better choice.
Inside the letter delivered by the Mayor’s bird-shaped Golem was another request.
I was expected at the Central Administration building tomorrow morning.
Just as I finished preparing a response through Cipher⁴, the Mayor’s bird-type Golem⁵ began tugging excitedly at my sleeve.
The moment I handed it the letter, it flew off energetically.
That thing really was lively.
With nothing else to do, I had Cipher send a separate letter to the Merchant Guild Leader requesting permission for another project.
Once approval arrived, I carved the Spell Formula⁶ directly into the broadcasting source and linked the monitors together through shared data.
After the City Festival preparations settled down, I turned my attention toward maintaining everyone’s Equipment.
Each item had grown stronger through repeated use.
It honestly felt like every piece was finally coming together.
Yohira’s ‘Temaribana’ remained absurd as ever.
Since it was already a Conceptual Weapon, it couldn’t evolve any further.
Even so, it still ranked just below ‘Archangel’s’ sword in sheer performance.
And somehow, ‘Archangel’s’ sword continued scaling upward even beyond that.
The balance on that weapon was completely broken.
While watching the Golems voluntarily return themselves to the Inventory⁷, I began testing the monitors.
As expected, not a single defective unit appeared.
…Actually, that made no sense.
Even giant automated factories from my previous life produced defects occasionally.
So why were handmade Golem products achieving a flawless production rate?
As I buried my head in confusion, someone suddenly began massaging my shoulders from behind.
Startled, I spun around.
”‘Archangel’?”
(Fufu, yes. It’s your very own ‘Archangel’.)
Everything about her matched perfectly.
Appearance.
Voice.
Expression.
But something deep inside me screamed that this was fake.
Ignoring my discomfort entirely, the fake ‘Archangel’ stepped closer.
Too close.
Normally, this distance wouldn’t bother me.
But every instinct in my body rejected the thing in front of me.
”…Back off.”
(Why? You’re so cruel.)
The wrongness intensified.
The real ‘Archangel’ would’ve spoken my name at least once by now.
This thing hadn’t.
Not even once.
Its expression never shifted either.
”I said get away from me.”
(Why? You’re so cruel.)
It repeated the exact same line again.
As it leaned closer, I tried to pull away, but its grip tightened unnaturally hard.
I couldn’t break free.
(Get away from him, you worthless doll!)
At the same instant, a gigantic black fist smashed into the fake ‘Archangel’s’ face and launched it across the room.
Made entirely from Adamantite magic metal, the armored fist belonged to ‘Chef’, clad in her Arcane Armor ‘GaGaGa’⁸.
”‘Chef’?!”
(Don’t lower your guard!!)
Her warning slammed directly into my mind.
The fake ‘Archangel’s’ face had caved inward where the blow landed.
But that alone made no sense.
No matter how powerful ‘GaGaGa’ was, ‘Chef’ shouldn’t have been capable of injuring ‘Archangel’ directly.
Then I noticed it.
The fake lacked the sword I personally crafted.
A wingless imitation.
(…My, my. You didn’t hesitate to punch your own older sister.)
(A counterfeit wearing my sister’s face is not worthy of hesitation.)
’Chef’ showed no hesitation whatsoever.
And the telepathic texture coming from the fake felt deeply familiar.
”…Going out of your way to copy ‘Archangel’… what exactly are you planning, World Laws?” I demanded.
At my accusation, the fake smiled mockingly.
(Even though I perfectly replicated her behavior, you still sensed the discrepancy.)
Its form began shifting.
Hair lengthened.
Color drained away into platinum blonde.
The maid outfit dissolved into a white dress as the damage to its face repaired instantly.
’Chef’ stepped protectively in front of me.
But standing directly against the World Laws itself was hopeless.
”…What do you want?”
(If I said I came to seduce you, what then?)
”You’d have a much higher success rate asking the real ‘Archangel’ or even ‘Chef’ instead.”
(The intercourse success rate would indeed be much higher.)
”…You’re definitely using the wrong word.”
Despite the absurd conversation, I never lowered my guard.
’Chef’ remained tense as the pressure filling the room intensified.
(…You’ve given that child quite the interesting toy.)
”I only built it because she asked.”
(Is that so? To think you crafted equipment capable of surviving direct contact with the World Laws.)
Just as I thought.
Some kind of universal law protected it.
I drew ‘Sky Rift’⁹ and aimed it directly at the entity.
This sword bypassed conceptual protection entirely.
If necessary, I could at least force it to retreat.
(Don’t you think that blade is a bit excessive?)
”For a creep trying to force themselves on someone without consent? Not really.”
(Honestly, I would’ve preferred salt throwing instead.)
I couldn’t read its intentions at all.
Eventually, the World Laws sighed and raised both hands.
(Fine. I surrender.)
”…What are you actually planning?”
(No hidden agenda. Fighting both you and that child is annoying, so I’m leaving.)
Oddly enough, I sensed no deception.
(Besides, seducing you wasn’t my only reason for coming.)
”Heh. Then what was it?”
(A complaint.)
”…Excuse me?”
(A complaint.)
Apparently, a cosmic entity had shown up specifically to complain to me.
(You genuinely don’t understand why?)
”No? Did I make something targeting you or something?”
(You absolutely did! My figure!!)
Ah.
So this entire mess was revenge because I created a figure of it.
”That’s your own fault for hijacking the Part-time Leader’s body!”
(Even then, did you really need to make an NSFW version?! And two of them?!)
The World Laws completely lost composure and screamed.
But I had complaints too.
”The Part-time Leader encouraged me the whole time!”
(What exactly did that child do?!)
”You insulted her beloved older sister and hijacked her body. Of course she wanted revenge!”
Its eyes had been completely dead serious back then.
(Ugh… even so, why make two?! The second one traumatized me just from looking at it!)
”I was pissed off! And I destroyed it immediately afterward anyway!”
(That doesn’t erase the memory!)
”If we’re talking sins, what about repeatedly hijacking ‘Archangel’ and the Part-time Leader?!”
(…Are the two of you toddlers?)
Watching us scream at each other, ‘Chef’ sounded completely exhausted by the display.
(In the first place, even if I understand love, I still possess my maidenhood! Do you honestly think forcing someone like that into a multi-partner battle is normal?!)
”Back in my previous life, stories like that were practically standard! Most of them ended horribly too, which is exactly why I’ve been trying so hard to avoid that outcome!”
It was true.
Tatia had nearly been destroyed by those Knight Trainees.
We barely avoided disaster.
The World Laws and I continued shouting at each other until sheer exhaustion finally caught up to us.
Eventually, both of us paused, breathing heavily while glaring.
(Enough already! I’m going back home!)
”Then hurry up and leave already!”
(What is your problem, you crafting-idiot womanizer?!)
”Shut up, you gloomy old-maid World Laws!”
The World Laws vanished while still bickering right until the final second.
Seriously.
What was the point of that entire visit?
(…That really did feel like watching old friends argue.)
”…Yeah. Like two kindergarteners fighting.”
The moment I turned back toward ‘Chef’, her legs suddenly gave out.
”‘Chef’?!”
I lunged forward and barely caught her, but the immense weight of ‘GaGaGa’ dragged both of us to the floor.
(I am… so sorry… defying the World Laws directly placed an enormous burden on me…)
Sweat poured down her face as she struggled to speak.
This wasn’t like when her body got hijacked before.
The strain looked far worse.
She immediately dismissed the armor to reduce the pressure on me, but panic still gripped my chest.
Then an idea struck me.
Without thinking it through, I acted immediately.
Pulling ‘Chef’ tightly against me, I wrapped a hand behind her head and kissed her deeply, forcing saliva down her throat.
For a moment, her body froze completely.
Then her arms wrapped around me just as desperately.
My bodily fluids represented the greatest Singularity in existence.
If anything could interfere with the conceptual backlash of the World Laws, it had to be this.
We stayed locked together for nearly a full minute.
When I finally tried to pull away, I realized I couldn’t.
’Chef’ refused to let go.
I tapped against her back desperately, but her grip only tightened.
(No!)
A childish protest echoed through my mind.
Seriously, don’t throw a tantrum like a stubborn kid.
As my oxygen supply dwindled, I desperately searched for a way to break free.
Eventually, I reached down and grabbed her chest.
Even compared to someone like Ethelena, her breasts were smaller, but they still overflowed warmly into my hands with a soft, resilient weight.
The sensation was dangerously addictive.
At the same time, the heat rising through my body became impossible to ignore.
The moment I freed myself from my trousers, relief spread instantly.
My arousal pressed firmly against ‘Chef’s’ stomach.
Jolted by the contact, she glanced downward before smiling in a way that felt dangerously alluring.
Then she pulled aside the high-cut leg of her pilot suit and exposed herself completely.
The moment I saw it, my body moved on instinct.
This was bad.
My body was completely overriding my thoughts.
It had to be the influence of the Sex Sorcery¹⁰ radiating from her.
(Ehehe, Tatara-san… hurry…)
Her innocent-sounding thoughts only made things worse.
If I gave in here, I’d become exactly what the World Laws wanted.
And worse, I’d drag ‘Chef’ down with me.
I desperately circulated Mana through my body, fighting for control while forcing myself not to move any further.
At one point, I summoned the Golem built specifically for ‘Chef’, hoping for help.
Instead, it pulled out a paper fan and started cheering us on.
I genuinely wanted to destroy it.
Just as things reached the brink of no return, a massive impact slammed directly into my face and launched me backward.
At the same time, ‘Chef’ flew the opposite direction.
Dazed, I looked up and saw a paper fan glowing faintly gold.
I recognized it instantly.
Turning toward the attacker, I found ‘Archangel’ standing there with fury written plainly across her face.
(…Tatara-san, what exactly do you think you’re doing to my little sister?!)
Her thoughts practically trembled with rage.
Realizing how rare it was to see her lose composure like this, I instinctively raised my hands in surrender.
Unfortunately, my body ignored me.
Instead, my hand shot out, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her directly into my arms.
(Eh?)
Before she could react, I kissed her hard.
My tongue pushed past her lips while she froze completely in shock.
Even as her thoughts screamed in protest, my body continued acting on its own.
(N-No… Tatara-san, stop!)
The paper fan slipped from her fingers as I pushed her to the ground and buried a hand beneath her maid uniform.
Her body was unbelievably soft beneath my touch.
Even though her physical strength far surpassed mine, she wasn’t actively resisting, and my warped instincts interpreted that as acceptance.
My hand slid beneath her skirt.
The instant my fingers traced along her skin, I felt her body reacting immediately.
”Your mouth keeps denying it, but your body seems honest enough.”
(N-No, you’re wrong…!)
Her face burned bright red while she covered it with both hands.
At the same time, my own body had already reached its limit.
I lined myself up against her—
”DAAAH!!”
”TAH!!”
With sheer force of will, I tore myself away at the last possible second.
At the same moment, ‘Archangel’s’ personal Golem deployed automatically from her Inventory and smashed me across the jaw with the recovered paper fan.
The blow launched me backward hard enough to slam my spine into the dirt.
The shock finally shattered the coercion clouding my mind.
Unfortunately, my physical excitement hadn’t gotten the memo.
(T-Tatara-san?!)
’Archangel’ stared at me in genuine panic.
Her maid outfit was completely disheveled, exposing far more cleavage than usual, and I did everything possible to keep my eyes elsewhere.
”I am incredibly sorry, ‘Archangel’. Some kind of external force was controlling my actions…”
Ever since I tried helping ‘Chef’, my thoughts and body had clearly been manipulated.
I’d assumed ‘Yakukiri’ would’ve blocked status effects, but I realized too late I was currently wearing the Earth Mother Series¹² instead.
In other words, I had zero resistance active.
(Big sister… I’m sorry…)
(Don’t worry about it. You challenged upper management directly. They clearly used a hidden backdoor to manipulate Tatara-san.)
It looked like ‘Chef’ had recovered too.
”I’m sorry, ‘Chef’. That kiss crossed a line…”
(N-No! I understood what you were trying to do… and I didn’t hate it…)
As she panicked trying to reassure me, she accidentally revealed more than she probably intended.
(To be fair, Tatara-san’s theory wasn’t actually wrong.)
”…Eh?”
(You were trying to dilute the World Laws’ influence using the fluids of a Singularity. Specifically yours.)
…How did she figure that out immediately?
”That was exactly my idea.”
(I am technically the administrator of the Voice of Heaven¹³ system. Reading intent and magical vectors is easy enough. The problem was that the World Laws had already implanted a compliance clause inside my little sister.)
That bastard had been laying traps the entire time while pretending to fool around.
”So what exactly did that clause do?”
(It converted all of my little sister’s Mana and magic attack output into raw Sex Sorcery, bypassing your resistances entirely. The goal was to force intimacy and permanently bind you to the World Laws’ side.)
”…That’s horrifying.”
The trap had nearly succeeded completely.
’Chef’ looked awkwardly concerned while I held my head in frustration.
”…Wait. If that was the trap, why did I immediately start going after ‘Archangel’ too?”
The moment I asked, ‘Archangel’ instantly turned bright red and violently looked away.
Yeah.
I definitely wasn’t getting an answer there.
”Changing topics… why did you come here in the first place, ‘Chef’?”
Using my question as a lifeline to escape the awkwardness, she suddenly gasped.
(I completely forgot! I came here to ask for a full overhaul on my Aarem.)
”…Right. Makes sense.”
Honestly, the original reconstruction already looked flawless.
Still, after activating Appraisal, I confirmed there wasn’t a single structural defect anywhere.
”Alright. Leave it to me.”
(Yes, please!)
Taking custody of the ‘Cooking King Genesic GaGaGa’¹⁴, I headed straight for the forge.
I dismantled every armor plate, melted the Adamantite and Orichalcum down to molecular levels, then reforged them into a denser alloy.
The resulting armor massively reinforced the unit beyond its original limits.
Visually, it looked identical.
Performance-wise, it had become monstrous.
Honestly, Dahlia would probably throw a screaming fit if she ever saw it.
This wasn’t a repair anymore.
It was a complete military-grade refit.
(Amazing… it has been completely restored!)
”Restored? It’s been ridiculously upgraded.”
Instead of simply leaking Mana across the armor surface, the suit now regulated that Mana into a true energy barrier.
Anyone trying to break through it would have a nightmare on their hands.
Even I found the final result terrifying.
(With this, I can definitely defeat that child next time!)
”…You know, relying entirely on stat differences instead of skill sounds like terrible sportsmanship.”
(I’ll surpass them in technique eventually. For now, overwhelming power works perfectly fine!)
You know, ‘Chef’, I think that’s expectedly a bad personality, you know?
”Anyway, looking at the structural logic of this Aarem, I honestly figured you’d be asking me to apply these exact same upgrades to the Arcane Armor line instead.”
(If we tried something like that, Tatara-san would end up completely banished from the jurisdiction! Besides, it’s not like I’ve ever given ‘GaGaGa’ a proper chance to actually shine on the battlefield yet.)
That was certain to be true, but the only type of threat out there that would actually justify ‘Chef’ and ‘GaGaGa’ deploying at maximum combat specifications would be something on the level of the ‘Sword Demon Lord’ himself.
Under normal circumstances inside a dungeon, unless they ran into the absolute highest-tier entities among the stray Demon Lords, this rig was nothing short of excessive, apocalyptic military force.
(Come to think of it, Tatara-san.)
”Yes, what is it, ‘Archangel’?”
(I want a new accessory too, is that okay?)
Well, talk about a sudden left turn.
”When you say accessory, are we talking about something along the lines of the ‘Alchemist’s Egg’ or another ‘Yakukiri’?”
If we were talking about the absolute peak utility items under my crafting list that fit into the ornament slot, those would be the obvious choices; though, leaving ‘Yakukiri’ aside, considering the performance of ‘Archangel’s’ current sword, an ‘Alchemist’s Egg’ was completely redundant.
After all, landing a single solid hit with that blade already siphoned back half the damage dealt as active health and mana replenishment, and it carried a native ‘Pierce’ modifier to boot.
Seeing where my brain was heading, ‘Archangel’ rapidly waved her hands to shoot down the idea.
(It’s not Equipment with that kind of effect, I purely want an accessory.)
”A pure accessory… Honestly, given my complete lack of aesthetic design sense, that might actually be the hardest assignment you could possibly give me.”
So she didn’t want an ornament acting as armor that possessed an effect; conversely, that was difficult.
I didn’t have design sense or anything like that.
”…Is there some sort of directionality you want?”
(Directionality… cutely!)
”No, not that.”
Making it with a cute design was well and good, but I wanted a directionality like whether she wanted a ring, a bracelet, or a necklace. Though, to be fair, that was probably on me for phrasing the question so vaguely.
When I got detailed confirmation from ‘Archangel’, it was decided to make a necklace.
However, a necklace with a cute design… it might be an easy idea, but I wonder if a design themed around Angel wings would be good?
Maybe the logo mark of the series production company or something would fit perfectly, since it was probably a design based on Archangel anyway.
Thinking that, I made the company’s logo mark out of Mithril¹⁵, using a version that excluded the original company name, forming a shape where a chain passes through Angel’s ring.
”Is something like this okay?” I asked.
(It is no good.)
”An immediate reply…” I muttered.
The moment I handed it over, it was rejected.
It is quite a shock.
(It is not very cute.)
It is not funny being completely rejected by our own company mascot.
Though I personally like this company’s logo mark.
(Please make it a more prickly, cute design.)
”Prickly and cute…?” I asked.
Could it be that Archangel’s sense of taste is out of alignment with ours… No, wait?
Come to think of it, during that wacky past event where we had to collect character picture plates from past works, the thing Archangel wanted was apparently the most unpopular, ugly Golem… Even if there was foreshadowing of a mismatch in taste, there is no way anyone would notice it from this.
Since it isn’t the current world either, there is almost no impact, or rather, there has been no impact up until this very moment.
However, a prickly design… Thinking that, I quickly make one.
A wing of blades made by connecting five swords on each side around a single central sword.
To put it simply, it is an accessory made from Archangel’s sword.
In the center is a tiny diamond gathered from inside an ore.
Since the material itself is made of Mithril, wouldn’t it be quite high-grade as an accessory?
”Umm, this is something based on Archangel’s sword, but how about this?” I asked.
(Yes, this is good!)
Receiving the necklace from me with a full smile, Archangel immediately took off the Blessing of the Earth Mother¹⁶ she was wearing and put the necklace on.
Come to think of it, this thing Archangel had was the one I used when I was a child.
She has been using it the whole time, so it looks quite old.
(Ehehe, does it suit me?)
”Yes, it suits you,” I said.
(Yes, sister is cute!)
Archangel turns into a full smile upon being praised by me and Chef.
This kind of side to her is lovely.
(Let us give you a reward for this time!)
And so, it becomes the usual flow, but this time I cannot really accept it.
”No, this time…” I said.
(No, that is no good, Tatara-san. You should have heard about it from my younger sister.)
”That is true, but… more than that, because I almost did something terrible to Archangel earlier, I was hoping that necklace could serve as my apology,” I replied.
(It is no good.)
When I try to make the creation of the necklace count as the earlier apology, an emotionless thought flies over from Archangel.
Looking at her face, her expression has completely dropped away, and the pupils of her eyes are fully dilated.
(Don’t tell me, you thought you could be forgiven with a single accessory?)
”No, I do not think so,” I said.
As expected, I thought it would be impossible, but I didn’t think I would be shown a furious appearance that I have never even seen in the past works.
A little while after our interactions began, even when I had a nocturnal emission and spilled it all over Archangel when she came to visit while I was sleeping, she wasn’t angry.
Well, maybe I was forgiven back then because I cried from the sheer shock of it.
Or rather, why wasn’t I wearing pants back then?
I had properly put them on and gone to sleep the previous day.
Archangel nods contentedly at my reply, but her anger does not seem to have subsided.
Will I be able to survive?
(Now, sister. Let’s be a bit more peaceable…)
(Oh, if I hadn’t come, who was the useless younger sister who was planted with a Trojan horse that carried a high possibility of having s*x with Tatara-san and bringing him over to this side?)
Chef, who tried to chide her, fell silent while looking on the verge of tears.
This is the first time Archangel’s attitude has been this harsh.
(Good grief, once we return to the mansion, it will be time for a lecture.)
(Yes…)
With Archangel’s exasperated way of speaking, Chef has a completely tearful voice.
What on earth is the reason for her being this angry?
Does me becoming a part of the World Laws¹⁷ side lead to an event that is just that dangerous?
”Um, Archangel,” I said.
(I cannot speak of the detailed circumstances.)
My question was crushed ahead of time.
”…If that’s the case, can I ask about that necklace?” I asked.
(Yes, that is fine.)
”If making it as an apology for being rude to Archangel earlier cannot offset it, what kind of treatment does it get?” I asked.
I intended to make it as an apology, but it wasn’t recognized.
If I don’t settle this part strictly, some kind of penalty might operate on the Poster Girls who must fulfill their Contract¹⁸ due to the influence of the World Laws.
At that question of mine, Archangel thought for a moment before sending a thought over.
(Since this alone will not become an apology, we will offset the sin when I have you make something else again.)
Refinement completed. Yeah, as expected, it weighs about that heavy.
I want to pay it off completely as quickly as possible, since there is also the issue of my lifespan.
Archangel, who kept staring intently at me as I thought about such things, gives a single nod and sends a thought over.
(Including this one, a total of five wishes. We will offset it with that.)
”Understood,” I said.
(Well then, right away, here is the second wish.)
”Eh,” I uttered.
No, she is requesting it quite quickly.
What could it be?
(Please perform the Sublimation of Existence¹⁹ and extend your lifespan.)
”…Eh?” I gasped.
At the completely unexpected content of the request, my thoughts freeze.
”Eh, why…” I stammered.
(Because I want to be with Tatara-san for even a little bit longer—are you not satisfied with that?)
Without missing a beat, Archangel answers the words of doubt that accidentally slipped out.
I become increasingly confused by those words.
(I know about Ethelena-san, who is permitted to die together with Tatara-san, and I know about Ichika-san, who will be left behind together with the child. However, I, who have an association with you that is longer than those two, have my own thoughts on the matter as well.)
Looking straight into my eyes, Archangel conveys this to me.
Due to the strength of that gaze, I accidentally looked down and broke eye contact.
(Tatara-san, please perform the Sublimation of Existence.)
I cannot honestly accept it.
There is no way I, who thought about dying while taking Ethelena down with me, should be forgiven for accepting the Sublimation of Existence over a single word from Archangel.
(…Is living really that distasteful to you?)
The transmitted thought is mixed with sorrow.
…Certainly, the current me cannot find meaning in living.
I hate continuing such a meaningless life.
(Can I, and my younger sisters… not become Tatara-san’s reason to live?)
Quietly approaching, Archangel embraces my head as I look down.
A soft and warm sensation wrapped around me.
(Please live, Tatara-san.)
That voice was a supplication, and the sound mixed within it was mingled with tears.
In the end, while I was unable to give an answer to Archangel and the other, she burst into tears, and I managed to do no more than send them home.
I was saved by the fact that she did not wail out loud like she used to, but my heart ached.
I, by making even those two cry, what do I want to do?
”…Tatara, are you okay?” Ethelena asked.
After making the daily routine Sky Rift²⁰ in a state where my heart wasn’t in it, Ethelena came in when I returned to my room.
She bends down to peer into my face as I sit on the bed, but seeing the deep cleavage from the collar of her thin shirt, my rationality snapped.
The lust that had welled up toward the bodies of those two burst out all at once, and my body moves to dump everything onto Ethelena.
I violently rip her shirt apart, strip off the hot pants she was wearing, and insert myself without any foreplay.
Ethelena was already prepared to receive me, and passing through the v**inal opening moistened with her arousal, my manhood goes into the depths.
Right after my body went into heat toward those two, Ethelena’s body had probably completed its preparations a long time ago.
Even when I was striking the Sky Rift, the worldly desires that I couldn’t completely erase are seeking a place to be discharged.
”…It’s fine, Tatara,” Ethelena said.
She probably sensed that the placement of my emotions was not within myself.
Ethelena says such a thing.
At the same time that I feel apologetic, I feel a dark joy in the fact that she will devote herself to me as much as it takes for my sake.
While playing with Ethelena’s n**ples, which were erect due to excitement, using my tongue and fingers, I slam my hips down.
Hearing the muffled voice suppressing her charming cries makes me even more excited.
The sensation of e**culation approaches, and my desire to dominate Ethelena grows stronger.
I naturally spat out my desire right by her ear.
”Get pregnant,” I commanded.
”Uah…” Ethelena cried.
To those words that resembled a command coming from a desire to dominate, Ethelena weakly spat out words before making her inside squirm.
Ethelena’s uterus is filled by the s**men spat out by my manhood, which had reached its limit due to the supreme consolation.
Something is decisively different compared to before.
This is probably the effect of Ethelena cutting off her contraceptive magic²¹ at my words.
In a posture where she entwines both legs tightly behind my lower back in a desperate cling, Ethelena welcomes me into the deepest part and receives the s*x.
As we breathe roughly, our lips overlap and our tongues entwine, but the movement from Ethelena is weak.
To Ethelena, who threw herself down and breathed roughly as if her stamina had run out, my desire is not yet satisfied.
Placing Ethelena, who didn’t seem capable of moving on her own, on top of my lap, I insert my manhood.
Taking the form of a seated rear-entry position, I thrust upward from below in a posture resembling a full nelson so that Ethelena cannot escape.
Making Ethelena, who keeps crying out in wordless voices, lean against me, if I toy with her breasts, her voice becomes even higher.
I do not know the reason why Ethelena becomes this defenseless after recovering from running out of ammunition due to the fierce battle, but to the current me, this figure is perfect because it is optimal for satisfying my desire to dominate.
Welcoming the second e**culation, I further fill her inside, which was connected even deeper by Ethelena’s weight, with my semen.
Ethelena’s body continuously accepts my semen, perhaps having reached a climax as she spasms.
Although I welcomed two e**culations early on, my sexual desire is not yet exhausted.
At the timing when I was about to execute the third time on Ethelena, whose body had no strength entering it, the door was knocked.
”Master, are you alright, Master?!” Ichika called out.
From the other side of the door, Ichika’s voice could be heard sounding panicked.
Just right, let’s rely on Ichika to let Ethelena rest.
”…Opening it now,” I replied.
So responding, I open the door without even hiding my grandly erect manhood.
Looking at my figure, she feels relieved for a moment, but seeing my manhood remaining fully in a combat-ready state, Ichika flushes her face.
”M-Master?!” Ichika cried.
Grabbing the wrist of Ichika, who calls out to me in sheer surprise, I pull her into my room.
Ichika, surprised by the sudden event, looks to have been struck by further consternation upon seeing Ethelena collapsing powerlessly on top of the bed.
”Master, what on earth is this… hime?!” Ichika gasped.
Before she can say anything, I press Ichika against the wall and push my towering manhood against her.
Inserting my hand from the collar of the yukata that is her nightwear, I knead her breasts.
”T-Tatara-sama…?!” Ichika moaned.
When I toy with her breasts, which I feel have increased in softness perhaps due to the influence of pregnancy, Ichika’s breathing gradually becomes rough and hot.
Eventually, as if her legs gave out, I thrust my manhood right in front of the eyes of Ichika, who sat down on the spot.
”I can’t calm down. If you want to protect the child in your stomach… you understand, right, Ichika?” I said.
At my words, Ichika gave a single nod with rapturous eyes before stuffing her mouth with my manhood.
Leaving her yukata disheveled, she sandwiches my manhood with her chest and uses her tongue inside her mouth.
Saliva traveled down my manhood, staining the chest area and the floor.
While stroking the head of Ichika, who was serving me with all her might, my desire for dominance was satisfied by the sight of this beautiful female trying to please a male.
It is a pity that I cannot pour my seed into her womb right now, but when I rethink that the reason is because she is already pregnant with my child, I realize I should be happy.
Rather, thinking about it that way only increases my affection for her.
Even though I had already reached e**culation twice, the amount of sperm expelled during the third e**culation was tremendous.
It could not fit entirely inside Ichika’s mouth, overflowing before she could even swallow.
I stripped the yukata off the coughing Ichika and took her onto the bed.
I had her take a posture as if covering the top of the supine Ethelena, making them take a shell-matching posture where their v**inal openings overlapped, and sandwiched my manhood between them.
It might sound strange to say this is for Ichika who cannot undergo insertion right now, but through Ethelena, I let her taste a simulated state of insertion.
Ethelena placed her hand on the cheek of Ichika, who was facing her, and overlapped their lips.
I do not know if she was licking away my s**men inside her mouth, or if she was caressing the inside of her mouth instead of me.
However, it is an undeniable fact that Ichika was excited by that tongue technique and was overflowing with love fluid.
I stimulated the clitorises of both of them with my manhood, granting pleasure to their bodies.
As both of their bodies were about to reach a climax, I inserted into Ethelena’s v**ina at that exact timing and e**culated.
While Ichika squirted her fluids all over me, Ethelena received my s**men and let out a high-pitched, charming cry.
While rough breathing filled the room, my manhood still maintained its hardness.
In front of my manhood, the two of them managed to rouse themselves, sandwiched my manhood between their breasts, and even went on to lick my manhood.
Looking at the eyes of the two stained in a luscious color, and being sandwiched between breasts of different textures, I laughed.
The night had only just begun, and I resolved to taste these females to my heart’s content.
”…Truly, I am deeply sorry.”
In the morning, I prostrate myself before Ethelena and Ichika, who are dirty with the dried traces of my s**men showered all over their bodies.
By the way, this was right after we quickly had a round right after waking up and seeing the two of them, and it seems Ethelena ended up receiving about 50 internal e**culations in total.
It is fewer compared to the triple digits from just the other day, but well, how on earth am I able to produce this much?
Even in an eroge, you don’t see this sort of thing very often.
”Well, I am happy that Master desires me, so it is fine, yes, but…” Ichika said.
”What should we do? Because I was desired just as your instincts dictated, I ended up letting my contraception magic²² drop…” Ethelena said.
Looking at the figure of Ethelena holding her lower abdomen and Ichika looking at her, I realize what happened.
”…Did it hit the mark?” I asked.
”In the first place, even when using contraception magic it was a close call, so if I didn’t use it, it becomes a guaranteed hit,” Ethelena replied.
Hearing Ethelena’s somewhat bitter-smiling words, I unintentionally look up at the heavens.
This violates the academy rules, so won’t both of them be expelled?
”Taking responsibility won’t change, but as expected, this is a bit much…” I muttered.
Honestly, if my final academic background is just dropping out of the academy midway, I don’t think it’s anything to particularly worry about.
The graduation certificate Bracelet not being granted is also a pity, but since I can probably make something to serve as a substitute, it should be fine.
However, setting myself aside, I absolutely hate the idea of Ethelena being looked at coldly by society.
”There are about three months until the stomach becomes noticeable, so we can fool them until graduation. If worst comes to worst, I can use illusion magic to make the stomach look unnoticeable,” Ethelena said.
”Does such a thing exist?” I asked.
”Yes, it’s a minor application of Sex Sorcery²³,” Ethelena replied.
”Anything goes, huh…” I thought.
Ethelena states her countermeasures, but I harbor doubts about whether this is truly fine.
At any rate, I am going to meet the City Mayor face-to-face later today, so should I just go ahead and consult her about it?
For the time being, the three of us enter the Married Couple Bath to cleanse our bodies, and after having them handle my manhood which had entered a battle stance from an excess of energy, I enter the kitchen.
Since Mitsuha-san had arrived earlier, I greet her, and she makes a face as if she deduced something by looking at the three of us.
Is it really that easy to understand?
Breakfast consists of bread, and it features scrambled eggs made by Ethelena’s hands for the first time in a while.
Mitsuha-san makes a butter sauté of spinach for us, and Ichika takes charge of the soup, preparing a corn potage.
I am toasting the bread while working on making the salad, using a dressing made of wine vinegar with olive oil and spices added to it.
Then, while surrounding the breakfast table with the members who woke up, I share today’s schedule.
”Hmm, so Tatara-dono has a meeting with the City Mayor lord,” Yohira said.
”It seems to be a matter involving a guest from outside the city,” Part-time Leader added.
Hearing my story, the Part-time Leader speaks with a slightly disappointed atmosphere.
Did he want to do an Aarem battle²⁴?
When I direct my gaze toward Dahlia, she gives a single nod.
’Leave it to me, I shall fulfill the role of guiding the way.’
’Thank you, I’m counting on you.’
Because her mouth was full of food, Dahlia sent me a ‘Telepathy’²⁵, and I reply to her with ‘Telepathy’ as well.
Watching her nod with a satisfied look, I turn my eyes toward Ethelena and the others.
”Yes, today we will probably do some exploration to raise our levels,” Ethelena said.
”…Today, I shall accompany you as well,” Ichika added.
Ichika follows up on the words of Ethelena, who spoke as the representative.
Probably, they are going to report the pregnancy to the members inside the dungeon, right?
”Tatara, is it a matter of concern?” Yohira asked.
”Well, a little bit,” I replied.
Being called out by Yohira, who noticed that I was staring intently at the two of them, I am at a loss for an answer.
Seeing my reaction, as expected, it seems the Box-Pushing Demon perceived something.
A complicated color can be seen in her eyes.
”Please rest assured, Lord. I shall protect everyone’s safety,” Tatia said.
”Honestly, I’m worried about you too, though,” I replied.
Tatia shows a powerful smile, but at the present moment, her Physical Defense is low compared to the members other than Ethelena.
Because our party’s Equipment absorbs attribute magic, her role as a tank is practically weak.
Well, her combat power utilizing the completed ‘charge’²⁶ and ‘Swallow’s Reversal’²⁷ is considerably insane, though.
”Well, if the two of them, Ethelena and Ichika, act as scouts, Sneak Attacks and traps should be fine. I hope ‘Acoustic Mapping’²⁸ grows well for Ethelena and Yohira, though,” I said.
”I think I’ll be fine, but how about Torakuma?” Ethelena asked.
”While leaving enemy detection to the two of them, if I close my eyes and do the exploration, it will probably grow,” Yohira answered.
”Don’t do that, you’ll get lost,” I cautioned.
I caution Yohira, who is trying to do the exact same thing as before.
You were supposed to have reflected on that, right?
After finishing breakfast, I immediately head toward the Central Administration.
Since the monitor I prepared last night is inside my Inventory, my preparations are perfect.
While advancing down the path which has completely changed its atmosphere due to decorations for the City Festival, I analyze the state of the town.
At a first glance, it is a lively sight bustling toward the festival.
Both adults and children look happy as they run about preparing, overflowing with smiles.
However, looking closely, the number of vigilante corps members patrolling is high.
Everyone without exception holds a rapid-fire Sticky Launcher, and they are conducting stop-and-chats with fairly high frequency.
Looking at their figures where the resolve to protect the peace of this town can be seen hiding behind their smiles, my heart grows hot.
Next time, let’s make something like body armor incorporating Shape Memory Alloy for the vigilante corps.
Preparing enough for about 1000 people should be fine.
Thus, arriving at the Central Administration, after doing the reception, I was guided to the VIP room.
No, I was guided to a room that I have never entered once among all the times I’ve come here.
As expected, I was surprised by an unfamiliar place.
Going even further beyond the third floor where the City Mayor’s office is located, I head up to the fourth floor and arrive in front of the room furthest away.
I ring the magic-driven intercom attached to the side of the huge door, which easily measures 2.5 meters.
By the way, this happens to be something I made… though I haven’t installed it at home.
’…Who goes there?’
”It is Tatara Julon. I have come for my scheduled meeting with the City Mayor today,” I said.
’Understood, please wait a moment.’
Answering the voice that could be heard mixed with noise, I am told to wait and the intercom cuts off.
In less than a minute, a sound indicating unlocking is heard from the door, and Calmys-san in a state of full armament comes out from beyond the opening.
”Good morning, Julon,” Calmys-san said.
”Good morning… wait, why full armament?” I asked.
It is an armor of the unified design of the God of War sect, but it can be perceived that the material is made of Magic Metal, setting it apart from the rest.
Scratches can be seen here and there, showing that it is a battle attire that has gone through actual combat with Calmys-san for many years.
”That is how important today’s guest is,” Calmys-san explained.
”…Can I go home?” I joked.
”Even if I have to cut off your legs, I will stop you,” Calmys-san replied.
When I say a half-serious joke in response to Calmys-san’s words, I am threatened without any hint of a joke.
Give me a break.
While my stomach begins to ache, I step into the VIP room and advance.
Perhaps for interception purposes, a passage of about 10 meters continues past the door.
Beyond that passage, within a wide space where luxurious sofas and desks are lined up, are the figures of three people.
”Oh, good morning, Tatara,” the City Mayor said.
I tried to return the greeting to the City Mayor who called out to me naturally, but my thinking completely stops at the sight of the people who entered my eyes.
At the destination of my gaze was a pair of a man and a woman.
The man has deep blue hair and red eyes, wearing a black cloak over young-grass-colored nobles’ clothing, and is wearing what appears to be a piercing sword.
The woman has red hair and emerald eyes, wrapping her voluptuous limbs in Equipment that exposes them without regret, and has a greatsword propped up beside her.
The founder of the NahazhutoEmpire, Kalan Nahazhuto, and his wife, Celas Nahazhuto.
In front of the two most important figures in this country, I lightly fainted.
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Summary:
Motion shifts rapidly from Tatara’s defensive recount of a gruelling bureaucratic cross-examination to an explosive domestic hierarchy dispute over festival date privileges at the family dinner table. Kasumi cleanly paralyzes the growing chaos with a single authoritative command before strategically assigning a full day to Mitsuha. The tense visual atmosphere dissolves into automated workshop construction tasks as a sudden summons arrives from the Central Administration
The protagonist manages festival operations using automated Golem workflows when an entity masquerading as Archangel attempts an infiltration. Chef intervenes physically via her custom GaGaGa armature, prompting an intense metaphysical confrontation with the World Laws. The hostile entity retreats after a surreal dispute concerning miniature figure manufacturing, leaving Chef collapsed from systemic structural backlash
Wrestling back control of his physical body from a high-tier mental interference trap, Tatara evaluates the mechanical parameters of the systemic ambush alongside ‘Chef’ and ‘Archangel’. Entering his private forge, he strips down and fundamentally overhauls the defensive capabilities of the specialized ‘GaGaGa’ armor unit. A sudden, personal accessory request from ‘Archangel’ introduces a non-combat fabrication dilemma that leaves his design choices entirely
Archangel imposes a strict arrangement of five conditions to redeem a perceived offense committed by Tatara. Her secondary directive demands that he undergo the Sublimation of Existence process to fundamentally alter his mortal constraints. This existential stress drives Tatara back to his room where he aggressively redirects his pent-up desire onto an yielding Ethelena, creating an impending complication when Ichika intercepts the scene and discovers the broken contraceptive boundaries
Following an intense, multi-round session with Ichika and Ethelena, the narrator discovers both are pregnant due to dropped magic parameters. The group gathers for breakfast to organize the daily split tasks while hidden tensions brew concerning their performance and skills. Tatara heads toward a critical administrative summit with high stakes, only to find legendary historical figures unexpectedly occupying the VIP chambers
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Trivia:
- The precise mechanical specifications of the ‘Snowdrop’ Arcane Gun show it deals exactly 40 damage points per second
- The physical transit time between Tatara’s residential area and the main festival coliseum arena spans precisely sixty minutes on foot
- Ethelena’s comprehensive quantitative log documents an exact baseline exceeding one thousand instances of internal physical intimacy
- The mention of past life automation factories serves as a narrative marker highlighting the anomalous efficiency of the protagonist’s magic item generation.
- The character Tatia narrowly avoided a standardized training-school trope due to execution timing errors in an unshown chapter.
- The ‘Earth Mother Series’ equipment set entirely lacks mental or spiritual status resistance properties
- The ‘GaGaGa’ unit’s energy barrier directly draws from the pilot’s underlying core mana store if breached
- The mention of the previous wacky event reveals Archangel’s divergent aesthetic tastes based on a past video game element.
- Ethelena completely disables her internal barrier systems solely in response to Tatara’s direct verbal prompt to get pregnant.
- The specific count of fifty internal e**culations is tracking high compared to the usual baseline but lower than a previous triple-digit occurrence.
- Tatia’s current setup prioritizes special elemental absorption at the cost of baseline raw physical mitigation
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Character Insight:
Ethelena shifts from standard companion status into a fiercely defensive, hyper-competitive primary partner persona when confronted with potential scheduling displacement, demonstrating an intense mechanical tracking of her marital achievements.
The protagonist demonstrates absolute mechanical awareness, prioritizing practical countermeasure deployment (Sky Rift) over situational panic during encounters with high-tier cosmic elements.
’Chef’ displays a clear desire to completely overwhelm her unnamed rival via technical performance disparity rather than relying on baseline piloting skill.
Tatara shifts from a accommodating craftsman dealing with systems and deific contracts into a highly possessive partner who uses intense dominance to temporarily overwrite his existential fears regarding death and systemic penalties.
The narrator displays a shift from protective domesticity to profound disorientation when suddenly confronted with senior national founding figures.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Part-time Leader – The Part-time Leader, also referred to as Baito-chou, is an actor and performer who struggles to memorize lines but possesses an incredible memory for things he enjoys. He once expressed deep disappointment over missing out on an Aarem battle.
• Leader – The Part-time Leader, also referred to as Baito-chou, is an actor and performer who struggles to memorize lines but possesses an incredible memory for things he enjoys. He once expressed deep disappointment over missing out on an Aarem battle.
• Tatara – Tarashi, the legendary Divine Smith Tatara Julon, is a reincarnated Earth salaryman and the Imperial Kingdom’s unassuming, godlike inventor. This young man—currently sporting scorched clothes—over-engineers devices like Mithril wagons, HD monitors, and speakers in his workshop. Armed with conceptual blades and past-life knowledge, he analyzes time loops, acts as a festival commentator, protects his household companions and the Poster Girls, and values individual character over race.
• Mayor – Serious‑looking female mayor governs the city, fiercely autonomous and protective of its citizens’ privacy against Imperial pressure. She oversees the Festival, shields ally Julon, and is constantly stressed by Tatara’s boundary‑breaking inventions, suffering stomach ulcers. Her authority and concern define her role.
• Chef – Petite, large-chested older sister of the Shift Lead, this glasses-wearing otaku pilot wears a white chef’s coat or her massive black Adamantite Arcane Armor, ‘Gagaga,’ featuring red-lined cylindrical arms and delta wings. Always smiling and telepathic, she serves tea via a Magic-Metal Aarem, but fights fiercely using the Broken Magnum or steps in to protect the protagonist from harmful World Laws.
• Dahlia – Chrome-finished automaton maid, Machina Saint, and fiercely loyal partner to Tatara. Despite low domestic skills, she expert pilots Valkyria, overclocking in combat using martial arts and magic tools. Obsessed with mecha footage, she manipulates others and prefers direct battles over Aarem toys. She cheerfully secured an upcoming City Festival date with Tatara and is a companion to Julon.
• Archangel – An ethereal being and eldest of the four “Poster Girls” sisters, she is a cheerful, perfect maid with restored wings who acts as a mother figure. Bound by deep guilt and indebtedness to Tatara, she views herself as fleeting. While she fights a perpetual battle in the Cavern of Eternal Night with her “End” root attribute, the World Laws have copied her identity, appearance, and unique sword.
• Mother-in-law – A maternal figure of authority who enjoys teasing Tatara and ‘Baito-chou’. She is involved in diplomatic and festival preparations. A stern authority figure in the household. She uses physical discipline (fist-drops) and commands high respect. She is interested in using Tatara’s memories for script-writing. Wife of the Part-time Leader. A dancer with genius-level memorization skills and a deep understanding of artistic intent.
• Ethelena – Tatara’s primary wife and fellow academy student, this voluptuous, long-haired Succubus is obsessively devoted to his future, sharing his bed and wielding Sex Sorcery. She boasts of their high intimacy count and uses manual techniques or extreme measures to bind him. She trains her ‘Steal’ skill near level 50, creates Mana clones, shifts forms, and earns praise from a noble companion for her cuisine.
• Ichika – Fox-girl kunoichi of noble lineage and loyal household attendant with a slender tail, pointed ears, and amber eyes. Clad in ninja garb, she uses formal, archaic sentence structures. Fiercely devoted yet exasperated by Tatara, she secretly carries his child while harboring intense romantic desires. Jealous of other women, she addresses Ethelena as Okusama and reacts with extreme anger to charity.
• I-san – A warrior-type character who speaks in a traditional style. Loyal to Tatara and protective of the group.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s younger sister, an Oni warrior, participates in an intense dinner table argument. She defects from Ethelena’s faction with a rigid smile and a pulsing vein on her forehead after hearing Ethelena boast about her marital intimacy with Mitsuha.
• Tatia – An adventurer in the group preparing for the City Festival through dungeon exploration, she is a woman who joins the dinner table dispute and expresses immediate irritation at Ethelena’s continuous listing of marital facts, prompting her to officially align with the opposition faction.
• Mitsuha – Second daughter of the Torakuma family and Yohira’s older sister, she is a quiet, awkward, yet nurturing non-native who aims to live independently in the city. Bearing a single dark horn and long hair like Tomie, she wears violet robes. As the home’s primary caretaker under Tatara’s guidance, she cooks and tends to Cornremu, later exploring the districts with Tatara during the City Festival.
• Kasumi – Head of Hizuru’s Torakuma house and mother-in-law to the narrator, she sits at the absolute apex of the household hierarchy. A traditional martial artist and sharp combat analyst, her mere presence—like setting down a soup bowl—instantly silences chaos. She offers tactical advice on manipulating husbands and commands Tatara to guide Mitsuha, maintaining strict, absolute authority over everyone.
• Cipher – Tatara’s familiar, sent to guard Tatia.
• World Laws – An entity embodying the world’s governing logic, currently wearing Baito‑chō’s face to speak with the protagonist. It possesses others as vessels, uses the Poster Girls to contact Tatara and avert causality collapse, and views mortal emotions with detached arrogance.
• City Mayor – The female City Mayor, perpetually stressed by Tatara’s boundary-breaking inventions and prone to stomach ulcers, oversees the City Festival and maintains a protective, direct relationship with him. She is the city’s political leader, fiercely autonomous, and defends her citizens’ privacy against Imperial military pressure. She also shields Julon, and was shocked by the revelation of historical footage—her authority and concern for her people define her role.
• Torakuma – The Torakuma family name, a noble house originating from Hizuru. The lineage is known for its mastery of traditional martial arts.
• Julon – Lean, cloaked alchemist‑reincarnate narrator with the Crafting skill that bypasses limits, chronic stomach pain from stress, sharp eyes in alchemical robes. He serves the City Mayor, then hosts at Tatara Aarem Arena, giving enthusiastic play‑by‑play commentary for high‑stakes combat matches.
• Calmys – Lithe, sharp-tongued, and fully armed in the God of War sect’s Magic Metal armor, this high-ranking Mayor’s guard official is secretly a whip-wielding War God’s knight. Pragmatic yet deeply emotional, her fierce expressions mask a protective, big-sister authority toward Tatara and Ethelena, to whom she grants sanctuary. Closely tied to Julon, she reacts instantly to threats with grace and steel.
• Kalan Nahazhuto – Kalan Nahazhuto, also known as Kalan, is the founding king of the Nahazhuto Kingdom. He has deep navy hair and a handsome, refined appearance. A Kin of the Night, born of a human mother and a Demon Lord father, he is Protea’s father and once served as the founding emperor who overthrew the previous kingdom, remaining hidden during a crucial meeting.
• Kalan – Kalan Nahazhuto, also known as Kalan, is the weary yet authoritative founding king of the Nahazhuto Kingdom, with deep navy hair and a refined, handsome appearance. A Kin of the Night, born of a human mother and a Demon Lord father, he is Protea’s father and once overthrew the old regime. He shares a deep, brotherly bond with the smith Tatara, having survived the era of national founding alongside him, and remained hidden during a crucial meeting—his quiet presence still shaping the realm from the shadows.
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