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## Chapter 10: The Gilded Encounter
The evening following Jin's encounter with the shadow magus found him reclining in his private relaxation chamber, surrounded by floating spirit lights that adjusted their illumination to create the perfect ambience. Reinharda knelt behind him on the elevated divan, her skillful fingers working scented oil through his hair as she briefed him on the day's developments.
"The fox-spirit's dinner preparation is underway in the eastern kitchen," she reported, her touch methodical yet luxuriously indulgent as she massaged his scalp. "She's imported rare ingredients from at least three different prefectures, according to my surveillance."
Jin hummed with lazy appreciation, both for the information and the sensation of Reinharda's fingers against his scalp. "Trying so hard to impress. How entertaining."
"Indeed, Master." Reinharda's hands moved to his shoulders, working deeper as she continued her report. "The jewel mage has been studying the cultivation manual extensively. Her magical signature shows signs of attempted adaptation of her circuits toward our system's principles."
"Progress already? Her intellect continues to impress." Jin closed his eyes in contentment as Reinharda found a particularly sensitive pressure point. "And our other prospects?"
Reinharda's hands never paused in their methodical attention as she continued. "I've identified several additional candidates for your collection, my Sovereign. Would you like me to present them for your consideration?"
"Mmm," Jin murmured agreeably. "Proceed."
Reinharda began working a rare celestial-grade oil into his shoulders as she detailed her findings. "First, there's a nun with extraordinary healing abilities and an interesting conceptual connection to spiritual resurrection. Her energy signature suggests compatibility with your affinity manipulation techniques."
"Intriguing," Jin commented. "Continue."
"Second, a martial artist with awakened mystic eyes—unusual for this world where such abilities are typically artificial or hereditary. Her physical capabilities are remarkable, and her spiritual potential largely untapped."
"Potential is always worth cultivating," Jin observed. "Next."
"Third, a witch specializing in spatial manipulation. Her techniques are primitive compared to our methods, but her natural affinity for dimensional folding shows promise for development."
Jin considered these options with languid deliberation while enjoying Reinharda's continued ministrations. Her strong hands had moved to his lower back, working with perfect precision to stimulate specific cultivation meridians while simultaneously providing sensual pleasure.
"The nun and the witch," he finally decided. "Make the appropriate arrangements. The martial artist can wait—I find those types tend toward tedious monologues about effort and discipline."
"As you wish, my Sovereign." Reinharda's hands worked lower still, her touch becoming increasingly intimate. "How would you prefer the initial approaches structured?"
Jin waved dismissively. "I leave the details to your discretion. Your judgment in these matters has proven impeccable." He shifted slightly to give her better access. "Just ensure they're properly intrigued before arrival. First impressions matter, especially with spiritual practitioners."
"Of course, Master." Reinharda completed her intimate service with practiced efficiency, her movements designed to maximize both pleasure and cultivation benefit. As waves of completion enhanced Jin's spiritual meridians, she seamlessly transitioned back to massage, ensuring his comfort remained uninterrupted.
"Perfect as always," Jin murmured appreciatively. "Now, about the Golden King who's been circling our domain—any new developments?"
"Yes, Master. He's escalated his inquiries about our presence. According to my intelligence network, he's planning to make direct contact soon."
Jin's lips curved into an amused smile. "Let him come. His arrogance should prove entertaining." He stretched languidly before turning to face Reinharda. "But first, help me dress for dinner with our fox. Something suitably impressive but seemingly effortless."
"I've prepared robes of midnight blue with silver constellation patterns," Reinharda replied, already moving to retrieve the selected garments. "They subtly enhance your passive dominance aura while appearing casually elegant."
As she assisted Jin with dressing, her movements were reverent yet efficient—each layer of the complex outfit arranged with perfect precision. When she reached for the ornate silver hair pins that would complete the ensemble, Jin caught her wrist, his touch gentle but commanding.
"You've been exceptionally attentive today," he observed. "Something on your mind, my perfect guardian?"
Reinharda paused, her usually impassive expression showing the faintest hint of concern. "The Golden King represents a potential complication, Master. His power operates on principles that don't fully align with either our cultivation system or this world's magecraft. Unpredictable interactions are possible."
Jin smiled lazily. "Concerned for my safety? How touching."
"It is my duty to anticipate all threats," Reinharda replied evenly, though Jin detected the subtle undertone of personal devotion beneath her professional assessment.
"Then perhaps you should provide a small demonstration for him when he eventually approaches," Jin suggested. "Something appropriately impressive without revealing your full capabilities. Just enough to establish proper hierarchy."
The faintest smile touched Reinharda's lips. "As you wish, my Sovereign."
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Later that evening, after an elaborate dinner where Tamamo-no-Mae had outdone herself with increasingly extravagant displays of culinary and conversational skill, Jin retired to the western observation pavilion. The fox-spirit had been dismissed with calculated praise—enough to keep her eager for future opportunities to serve, but insufficient to suggest she had secured a permanent position in his collection.
Reinharda moved silently around the pavilion, arranging cushions to optimal comfort and pouring spirit wine into a crystal goblet that subtly enhanced the liquid's spiritual properties. As Jin reclined on his favorite divan, she knelt beside him to provide a detailed assessment of their collection progress.
"The shadow magus has created a small shrine in her private room containing the teacup you provided," she reported. "A significant gesture of attachment for one with her traumatic history."
Jin nodded with satisfaction. "And the King of Knights?"
"She meditates on your words regarding the Grail's corruption each night. Her spiritual signature shows increasing conflict between her original purpose and her emerging doubts."
"Excellent," Jin murmured, sipping the spirit wine. "And our newest prospects?"
"I've arranged for the nun to encounter an 'injured' familiar near our domain's eastern boundary tomorrow morning. Her healing instincts will naturally draw her across our threshold." Reinharda's expression showed subtle pride in this strategy. "For the witch, I've placed cultivation-enhanced artifacts strategically in areas she frequents for material gathering. The spiritual resonance will intrigue her professional curiosity."
Jin reached out to brush his fingers approvingly through Reinharda's crimson hair—a rare gesture of personal acknowledgment. "Your planning continues to exceed expectations. This is why you remain irreplaceable."
A soft chime resonated through the pavilion—a warning signal from the domain's boundary defenses. Reinharda tensed slightly, immediately alert.
"It appears our Golden King has decided to make his appearance," she observed, rising smoothly to her feet.
Jin's expression showed only mild interest. "Right on schedule. How predictable these 'kings' become when their curiosity is properly cultivated." He waved lazily. "Receive him in the formal reception hall. Let's see how he handles being made to wait briefly."
Reinharda bowed deeply. "And your instructions regarding the demonstration?"
Jin smiled, the expression somehow both indolent and predatory. "Something elegant but unmistakable. Establish the proper dynamic from the first moment."
"As you wish, my Sovereign." With that, Reinharda vanished to greet their golden visitor.
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At the eastern boundary of Jin's domain, Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, stood resplendent in his golden armor. His crimson eyes studied the shimmering barrier with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, one hand resting casually on his hip in a posture of deliberate arrogance.
"So this is the upstart's territory," he remarked to no one in particular. "Impressive, for a newcomer to my garden."
The air before him shimmered, and Reinharda materialized in her immaculate maid uniform, crimson hair contrasting sharply with the pristine white and gold of her attire. She bowed with perfect formal precision—exactly the correct degree to acknowledge his status without conceding superiority.
"King of Heroes," she greeted, her melodious voice carrying an undercurrent of steel. "My Master, Jin Zhuan, welcomes you to his domain and invites you to join him for refreshments."
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed slightly at her perfectly calibrated formality. "Your master presumes much, sending a servant to greet me rather than appearing himself."
"The Heavenly Tyrant receives guests according to his own customs," Reinharda replied evenly. "As I'm certain the King of Heroes appreciates the importance of maintaining proper protocol."
The subtle challenge wasn't lost on Gilgamesh, whose lips curved into a sardonic smile. "Indeed. And what protocol demands I pass through this barrier without assurance of free departure?"
Reinharda's expression remained perfectly composed. "The barrier will recognize your signature and permit uninhibited exit at your discretion. My Master values proper etiquette in all interactions."
"Does he now?" Gilgamesh studied her more carefully. "And what guarantee do I have beyond the word of a mere servant?"
The air around Reinharda subtly shifted—not overt hostility, but a controlled release of her suppressed nature. The grass beneath her feet crystallized instantly, and the ambient moisture in the air formed perfect ice needles that hovered suspended around her in a beautiful yet lethal display.
"I am Reinharda van Astrea, Sword Saint and perfect guardian to the Heavenly Tyrant," she stated calmly. "My word is an absolute extension of my Master's will, and my capability to enforce that will should not require demonstration."
The temperature dropped several degrees despite the clear evening sky. Gilgamesh's crimson eyes widened fractionally—not with fear, but with genuine surprise at the casual display of power that operated outside both heroic spirit parameters and local magecraft principles.
After a moment's assessment, he laughed—a sound of genuine amusement. "Interesting! Your master keeps unusual company." He gestured dismissively, golden portals appearing briefly around him before closing without releasing their contained weapons. "Lead on, Sword Saint. Let us see if this Heavenly Tyrant deserves his grandiose title."
Reinharda dispelled her power display with the same casual ease with which she had manifested it, the ice needles dissolving into diamond dust that sparkled briefly before vanishing. She turned and opened a path through the bounded field with a graceful gesture.
"This way, King of Heroes."
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In the grand reception hall, Jin Zhuan reclined on an elevated divan positioned to suggest authority without overt confrontation. The room had been specifically arranged by Reinharda to create subtle psychological advantages—the lighting casting Jin in celestial illumination while leaving approach paths slightly shadowed, the dimensions subtly altered to make visitors feel marginally smaller than they actually were.
When Reinharda led Gilgamesh into the hall, Jin didn't rise or even straighten his posture—a calculated display of casual disinterest that he knew would irritate the prideful king more than any overt challenge.
"The King of Heroes, my Sovereign," Reinharda announced, taking her position three steps behind Jin's right shoulder.
"Welcome to my humble domain, King of Uruk," Jin greeted languidly. "I trust my guardian provided adequate escort?"
Gilgamesh's crimson eyes studied Jin with undisguised assessment, taking in his seemingly relaxed posture, the subtle constellation patterns in his robes that shifted with each breath, and the casual authority with which he occupied his space.
"Your 'guardian' made quite the impression," Gilgamesh replied, moving forward with imperial confidence. "Though sending a servant to greet a king shows questionable judgment."
Jin smiled lazily. "When that servant can rewrite reality with a single swing of her blade, I find most kings make appropriate adjustments to their expectations." He gestured to an ornate chair positioned across from his divan. "Please, be comfortable. Reinharda has prepared refreshments suited to your... unique palate."
As if on cue, Reinharda materialized beside Gilgamesh with a tray bearing a single jade goblet filled with luminescent golden liquid. "Spirit wine from the celestial peach garden of our home realm," she explained, presenting the tray with perfect formal precision. "The only beverage my Master deemed worthy of the King of Heroes' discernment."
The subtle flattery was precisely calibrated—acknowledging Gilgamesh's refined taste while simultaneously establishing Jin's authority as the one who determined what was "worthy." Gilgamesh caught the nuance immediately, his lips curving into a sardonic smile as he accepted the goblet.
"Bold claims require verification," he remarked, examining the spirit wine with expert assessment before taking a measured sip. His eyebrows rose fractionally as the liquid's extraordinary qualities registered on his palate. "Acceptable," he declared—high praise from one who possessed the original versions of all earthly treasures.
"I'm pleased it meets your standards," Jin replied, his tone suggesting he had never doubted it would. "Now, to what do I owe the honor of your presence? Surely the King of Heroes has more pressing matters than visiting a fellow collector."
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed at the casual self-comparison. "Collector? Is that how you style yourself?"
"Among other things," Jin acknowledged with an indolent wave. "I collect experiences, rare artifacts, and individuals of particular interest. Much like yourself, though perhaps with more... specific criteria."
The conversation that followed was a masterclass in verbal sparring—each participant probing for weaknesses while revealing precisely calculated amounts of information. Jin maintained his posture of casual authority throughout, never rising to Gilgamesh's provocations yet never conceding superiority. Reinharda remained a silent presence behind Jin's divan, her vigilance unwavering despite her seemingly relaxed posture.
As their exchange progressed, Jin noted with amusement how Gilgamesh's initial dismissiveness gradually shifted toward reluctant respect. The Golden King had clearly arrived expecting to find an upstart pretender to cosmic authority; instead, he'd encountered something he rarely experienced—a being who operated by fundamentally different rules yet commanded comparable presence.
"Your interference in the Holy Grail War is... problematic," Gilgamesh eventually stated, setting aside his empty goblet. "The participants are my property by right."
Jin laughed softly. "How fascinating that you consider sentient beings with their own wills as 'property.' A charmingly antiquated perspective."
"All treasures in this world belong to me by divine right," Gilgamesh countered, his tone making it clear this was fundamental truth rather than mere opinion. "Those who possess power or beauty exist for my appreciation."
"A perspective we almost share," Jin acknowledged with a lazy smile. "Though I prefer my collection to recognize their position through enlightened self-interest rather than compulsion. Willing service is so much more... satisfying than mere ownership."
Gilgamesh's crimson eyes gleamed with sudden interest. "You speak of the women you've been approaching. The King of Knights, the fox-spirit, the jewel mage..."
"Among others," Jin confirmed. "Each representing unique qualities worthy of appreciation and cultivation."
"The King of Knights is mine," Gilgamesh stated flatly, an edge of genuine possessiveness entering his voice for the first time. "I claimed her upon first sight."
Jin's expression remained pleasantly neutral, though a subtle hardening entered his eyes. "How interesting that you believe prior claim supersedes her own preference. In my experience, beings of true quality gravitate naturally toward superior presence without need for assertion of ownership."
The temperature in the room dropped several degrees as Reinharda shifted almost imperceptibly behind Jin's divan—not overtly threatening, but allowing a fraction more of her true nature to leak through her carefully maintained human facade.
Gilgamesh noticed immediately, his attention shifting briefly to the crimson-haired guardian. "Your sword dog bristles," he observed with mocking amusement. "Does she believe I threaten her master?"
"Reinharda simply appreciates efficiency," Jin replied smoothly. "Unnecessary conflicts waste energy better spent on more productive activities." He stretched languidly before returning his full attention to Gilgamesh. "Perhaps we can reach an arrangement that satisfies both our... collecting interests."
"I do not share what is mine," Gilgamesh stated firmly.
"Nor do I," Jin countered. "But this realm contains abundant treasures beyond any single collector's immediate focus. I propose mutual non-interference with primary acquisitions, with the understanding that all beings ultimately make their own choices regarding where they bestow their loyalty."
Gilgamesh considered this proposal with surprising seriousness, swirling the last drops of spirit wine in his goblet. "You suggest a collector's treaty of sorts."
"Precisely," Jin confirmed. "You continue your preparations for whatever entertainment this Grail War provides, and I continue my appreciation of unique existences. Where our interests naturally overlap, we allow the subjects themselves to determine their preference."
"And if they choose poorly?" Gilgamesh inquired, his tone making it clear what outcome he considered "poor."
Jin smiled, the expression never reaching his eyes. "Then they clearly weren't worthy of either of our collections to begin with."
After several moments of contemplation, Gilgamesh laughed—a genuine sound of amusement and reluctant appreciation. "You are more interesting than I anticipated, Heavenly Tyrant. Very well. I accept your proposal, with one condition."
"And that would be?"
"A proper demonstration of your guardian's capabilities," Gilgamesh specified, his crimson eyes shifting to Reinharda. "I wish to witness the full extent of what you consider 'perfect protection.'"
Jin glanced over his shoulder at Reinharda, who maintained her composed expression despite the provocative request. "My guardian's full capabilities are reserved for genuine necessity," he replied smoothly. "But perhaps a moderate display might satisfy your curiosity without unnecessarily disrupting the fabric of this reality."
At Jin's subtle nod, Reinharda stepped forward, her movement so fluid it appeared she simply relocated from one position to another without traversing the intervening space. She drew her sword—a blade so finely honed it was nearly invisible when viewed edge-on—and held it vertically before her face in formal salute.
"With my Master's permission," she stated calmly, "I shall demonstrate a fraction of the Sword Saint's authority."
The air in the reception hall thickened as reality itself seemed to acknowledge her declaration. With a movement too swift for even Gilgamesh's enhanced perception to fully track, Reinharda executed a single perfect cut—not directed at any physical target, but at the conceptual foundation of the space itself.
Reality split along the path of her blade, revealing a glimpse of swirling cosmic void beyond the fabric of the world. The cut remained suspended for precisely three heartbeats before Reinharda sheathed her sword with ceremonial precision, allowing the separation to heal without leaving even the faintest scar in the universal matrix.
"Impressive," Gilgamesh acknowledged, genuine respect coloring his tone despite his arrogance. "A conceptual blade that cuts the foundations rather than merely the manifestations."
"Reinharda specializes in absolute execution," Jin explained casually, as if discussing a minor household skill rather than reality-altering power. "What she severs remains severed, what she protects remains protected—regardless of opposing authority."
The demonstration concluded, Reinharda returned to her position behind Jin's divan, her composure perfect despite the extraordinary display of power she had just exhibited. Gilgamesh studied her with new appreciation before returning his attention to Jin.
"Our collector's treaty is accepted," he declared imperially. "Though I maintain my prior claim on the King of Knights."
"Noted," Jin replied with amused tolerance. "Though as agreed, the final determination rests with the king herself."
Their meeting concluded with elaborate formal courtesies that barely concealed the underlying tension of two supreme authorities establishing tentative coexistence. As Reinharda escorted Gilgamesh back to the domain boundary, Jin remained in the reception hall, contemplating the interaction with satisfaction.
The Golden King represented an interesting counterpoint to his own approach—similar in fundamental philosophy regarding the collection of worthy existences, yet drastically different in methodology. Where Gilgamesh claimed ownership through divine right, Jin cultivated willing submission through strategic indolence and superior presence.
Both approaches yielded results, but Jin remained convinced his method was ultimately superior. Force created resistance; presence created gravitation. The universe naturally bent around those who perfectly embodied its underlying principles—no assertion required.
When Reinharda returned, she found Jin still reclined on his divan, apparently lost in thought. She knelt beside him with perfect grace, waiting for acknowledgment before speaking.
"Your handling of the King of Heroes was masterful, my Sovereign," she observed when Jin finally turned his attention to her. "The treaty creates advantageous positioning without unnecessary confrontation."
Jin smiled lazily. "Your demonstration was equally well calibrated. Impressive enough to establish respect, restricted enough to conceal your true capabilities." He reached out to trace his fingers along her cheek in a rare gesture of approval. "Perfect as always, my irreplaceable guardian."
Reinharda's usually composed features softened momentarily at his touch. "I exist to serve you flawlessly, Master."
"And succeed admirably," Jin assured her. "Now, about tomorrow's acquisitions—the nun and the witch. I'm particularly interested in the healing potential of the former. Religious devotion often creates unique spiritual foundations that respond interestingly to cultivation techniques."
"I've prepared detailed profiles of both candidates," Reinharda replied, producing two delicate jade tablets inscribed with spiritual data. "The nun possesses unusual conceptual connection to resurrection principles, while the witch demonstrates natural affinity for spatial manipulation beyond standard magecraft parameters."
Jin examined the tablets with casual interest, his fingers occasionally tracing particular spiritual signatures that caught his attention. "Excellent prospects. Your selection criteria continue to impress." He set aside the tablets and stretched languidly. "I believe I'll retire early tonight. Tomorrow promises multiple new additions to our collection."
"Would you like your evening meridian alignment before sleep, Master?" Reinharda inquired, already moving to prepare the necessary oils and cultivation aids.
"Yes," Jin decided. "The interaction with our golden visitor was stimulating, but somewhat taxing. Full cultivation maintenance would be appropriate."
The evening concluded with Reinharda attending to Jin's cultivation needs with her usual perfect service—massaging rare oils into strategic meridian points, stimulating energy centers with precisely calibrated pressure, and finally providing the intimate attention that converted pleasure into enhanced spiritual resonance.
As Jin drifted toward sleep afterward, his cultivation base pulsing with renewed potency, he reflected on their progress with satisfaction. Their collection grew daily, each new addition bringing unique energies and potentials into their orbit. The shadow magus, the King of Knights, the fox-spirit, the jewel mage—each represented different facets of this world's magical framework, each offering distinct possibilities for Jin's entertainment and cultivation benefit.
And tomorrow would bring more acquisitions, more diversion, more pleasant indolence as the universe continued to bend around his perfect presence.
Just as it should.
## Chapter 11: The Healer's Compassion and the Witch's Curiosity
Morning arrived in Jin's interdimensional palace with the usual perfectly orchestrated routine. Spirit birds began their harmonious melody exactly fifteen minutes before Jin preferred to wake, gentle illumination filtered through reality-bending windows, and Reinharda materialized beside his bed with morning cultivation aids prepared to exact specifications.
"Good morning, my Sovereign," she greeted softly as Jin stirred among cloud-silk sheets. "Did your dream cultivation proceed successfully?"
Jin stretched with feline grace, his movements somehow both lazy and precisely controlled. "Indeed. The encounter with the Golden King provided interesting resonance patterns for spiritual refinement." He accepted the first of the cultivation aids—a jade vial containing luminescent liquid that pulsed in harmony with his heartbeat. "Our agenda today?"
"The nun should be approaching our eastern boundary within the hour," Reinharda reported as she began preparing Jin's morning tea. "The 'injured' familiar has been positioned, and surveillance indicates she's already noticed the spiritual disruption."
"Excellent." Jin consumed the second cultivation aid before rising to allow Reinharda to drape a silk robe around his shoulders. "And the witch?"
"Scheduled for late afternoon. She's currently investigating one of the artifact traces I planted near the forest shrine." Reinharda moved with perfect efficiency as she laid out Jin's morning attire—casual robes of pale jade with subtle silver embroidery that enhanced his natural presence effect. "Additionally, the shadow magus left another offering at our garden entrance this morning."
This caught Jin's attention. "Oh? That was faster than anticipated. What offering?"
"A hand-crafted spirit charm—primitive by our standards, but remarkable for her limited training. It appears designed to harmonize with the tea you shared with her." Reinharda produced a small silk-wrapped package. "Her spiritual signature is clearly imprinted, suggesting significant personal investment in its creation."
Jin examined the charm with genuine interest. Despite its technical simplicity, the spiritual intent behind it showed remarkable intuitive understanding of harmonization principles—especially for someone with no formal cultivation training.
"Fascinating," he murmured. "Her natural affinity for integration exceeds expectations." He handed the charm back to Reinharda. "Have this incorporated into our garden's ambient formations. Let's see how she responds to finding her energy signature already woven into our domain when she returns."
"As you wish, Master." Reinharda completed helping Jin dress before kneeling to assist with his footwear—specially crafted boots of supple material that adjusted automatically for perfect comfort. "Would you prefer to observe the nun's arrival directly, or shall I bring her to you after initial contact?"
Jin considered while allowing Reinharda to comb his hair with the sandalwood cultivation comb. Each stroke followed precise meridian lines, enhancing his spiritual circulation while simultaneously creating an aesthetically perfect arrangement.
"Direct observation, I think," he finally decided. "Religious devotees often have interesting initial reactions to our domain's spiritual essence. Their conceptual frameworks tend to interpret unfamiliar power through theological lenses."
Breakfast was served in the eastern pavilion—a structure specifically positioned to capture morning spiritual currents that enhanced the properties of cultivation foods. Reinharda attended with flawless precision, anticipating Jin's preferences before he expressed them, maintaining perfect service rhythm without interrupting his contemplative mood.
As Jin finished his meal, a subtle chime resonated through the pavilion—the domain's boundary alert signaling their expected visitor had arrived.
"Right on schedule," Reinharda observed, already moving to clear the breakfast service. "The nun has encountered our familiar and crossed the threshold to provide healing."
Jin rose with languid grace. "Let's observe from the spirit viewing pool. I'm curious how she interprets the familiar's unusual spiritual composition."
The spirit viewing pool was a shallow basin of mercury-like liquid housed in a small meditation chamber adjacent to the eastern garden. When activated by Reinharda's precise spiritual command, the surface rippled before resolving into a perfect image of their domain's eastern boundary.
There, kneeling beside what appeared to be an injured white fox, was a young woman in modified nun's attire. Her hands glowed with soft blue light as she attempted to heal what she perceived as physical wounds in the familiar—unaware that the "injuries" were actually carefully crafted spiritual constructs designed by Reinharda to respond to specific healing approaches.
"Ciel Hortensia," Reinharda identified for Jin's benefit. "Former host to an incarnated ancestor, now serving the Church as an executor while researching resurrection principles."
Jin observed with interest how the nun's healing energy interacted with Reinharda's constructs. Rather than simply repairing the designed "damage," her power seemed to analyze and adapt to the unfamiliar spiritual composition, demonstrating remarkable conceptual flexibility.
"Impressive adaptability," he commented. "Her techniques automatically reconfigure to address unknown spiritual parameters."
"A necessity, given her unusual history," Reinharda explained. "After having her body repeatedly reconstructed through conceptual resurrection, she developed unique healing principles that operate partially outside conventional physical laws."
On the viewing pool's surface, they watched as Ciel completed her healing of the familiar. The white fox shimmered briefly before rising, its "injuries" completely restored. Instead of fleeing, however, it sat back on its haunches and studied the nun with unnatural intelligence.
"What is this?" Ciel murmured, clearly sensing something unusual about the creature she'd just healed. "You're not an ordinary familiar, are you?"
The fox tilted its head before turning to look deeper into Jin's domain, clearly inviting the nun to follow. After a moment's hesitation, professional curiosity evidently overcame caution, and Ciel rose to follow the familiar along the garden path.
"Bring her to the healing pavilion," Jin instructed, rising from his position by the viewing pool. "Let's see how she responds to our cultivation healing methods."
"As you wish, my Sovereign." Reinharda bowed before departing to intercept their guest, leaving Jin to make his way to the designated meeting location at his own leisurely pace.
The healing pavilion was one of the smaller structures in Jin's domain—a hexagonal building of white jade and crystal that housed various cultivation tools and spiritual medicines specifically designed for recovery and enhancement. Jin positioned himself casually beside a display of glowing healing herbs, appearing to be simply inspecting the specimens when Reinharda arrived with their guest.
Ciel entered the pavilion with cautious professionalism, her expression revealing both wariness and intense curiosity. The white fox familiar had disappeared, leaving her escorted only by Reinharda, whose perfect posture and immaculate maid uniform presented a deliberately non-threatening appearance that nonetheless couldn't quite conceal her extraordinary power.
"Welcome to my domain," Jin greeted without turning from the herb display. "Your healing technique is quite remarkable. Self-developed, I assume?"
Ciel tensed, clearly surprised at being addressed so directly about her abilities. "Who are you? This area should be part of Ryuudou Temple's grounds."
Jin finally turned, allowing her to see his face—youthful yet carrying an ancient quality in his eyes, which shifted subtly between normal human appearance and swirling galaxies depending on the angle of observation.
"I am Jin Zhuan, the Heavenly Tyrant," he introduced himself with casual elegance. "And you are Ciel Hortensia, former host to an incarnated ancestor, now serving as a Church executor while pursuing personal research into resurrection principles."
Ciel's hand moved subtly toward what Jin's enhanced senses identified as concealed Black Keys—the Church's standard mystical weapons. "How do you know these things?"
Jin smiled lazily. "Information is easily acquired when reality naturally accommodates one's curiosity." He gestured to Reinharda. "My perfect guardian has extensive intelligence networks. More importantly, your spiritual signature bears distinct resurrection markers—quite fascinating ones, actually."
Despite her wariness, Ciel's researcher instincts clearly sparked at this assessment. "You can read resurrection signatures?"
"Among other things," Jin confirmed, moving to a cushioned seat and gesturing for her to join him. "Your particular signature suggests at least twenty-seven complete conceptual reconstructions, yet maintains perfect continuity of spiritual essence. Quite remarkable for this world's limited resurrection frameworks."
The precise accuracy of this observation clearly caught Ciel off-guard. She hesitated, then cautiously approached, though she remained standing rather than accepting the offered seat.
"What exactly are you?" she asked bluntly. "You're not a magus in the conventional sense, nor any type of Dead Apostle I've encountered."
"I am a sovereign cultivator from beyond this world's dimensional boundaries," Jin explained with casual confidence. "My cultivation path focuses on presence and authority rather than conventional power accumulation."
"Cultivation?" Ciel repeated, her professional curiosity clearly engaged despite her caution.
"A systematic approach to spiritual refinement and transcendence," Jin elaborated. "My world's equivalent to your magecraft, though operating on fundamentally different principles."
As their conversation progressed, Jin maintained his carefully calibrated approach—providing just enough fascinating information to engage Ciel's researcher instincts while gradually introducing concepts that resonated with her personal quest for understanding resurrection principles. Throughout, Reinharda remained a silent presence near the pavilion entrance, her vigilance unwavering despite her seemingly relaxed posture.
When Jin eventually directed the conversation toward healing methodologies, offering casual insights into Ciel's own techniques that no outside observer should have been able to discern, the nun's professional facade finally cracked to reveal genuine scholarly excitement.
"That's... correct," she acknowledged, her tone shifting from wary to reluctantly impressed. "But how could you possibly know about the conceptual disconnection between physical reconstruction and spiritual anchoring? That's something I've never discussed with anyone."
Jin smiled lazily. "Because I can see the patterns in your spiritual composition. The anchoring has been repeatedly reinforced while the physical template shows signs of conceptual drift—evidence of priority conflict in the resurrection framework."
This precise diagnosis of something Ciel had struggled with for years finally broke through her professional detachment. She sat down across from Jin, leaning forward with intense focus.
"Can your... cultivation methods address conceptual drift?" she asked directly.
"Potentially," Jin replied with calculated vagueness. "Though proper assessment would require more extensive examination of your specific condition."
Their interaction continued for nearly two hours, gradually evolving from cautious information exchange to enthusiastic theoretical discussion. By the time Reinharda subtly signaled that their next appointment was approaching, Ciel had completely forgotten her initial wariness, completely absorbed in exploring cultivation healing concepts that offered potential solutions to problems she'd been researching for years without progress.
"I've taken enough of your time," Jin eventually declared, rising with languid grace. "But you're welcome to return for further discussion. My domain is open to those with genuine intellectual curiosity."
Ciel hesitated, clearly torn between professional caution and academic interest. "The Church would consider your methods heretical," she noted, though her tone suggested this wasn't necessarily a personal objection.
Jin smiled with lazy amusement. "Most transcendent approaches appear heretical to established orthodoxies. The choice to explore beyond conventional boundaries remains yours."
After Ciel's departure, escorted by Reinharda to the domain boundary, Jin remained in the healing pavilion, contemplating the interaction with satisfaction. The nun's unique spiritual composition offered interesting possibilities for his collection—especially her conceptual connection to resurrection principles, which aligned surprisingly well with ## Chapter 11: The Healer's Compassion and the Witch's Curiosity (Continued)
Jin remained in the healing pavilion, contemplating the interaction with satisfaction. The nun's unique spiritual composition offered interesting possibilities for his collection—especially her conceptual connection to resurrection principles, which aligned surprisingly well with certain aspects of his own cultivation path.
When Reinharda returned, she knelt gracefully before him, her posture perfect despite having just escorted their guest across considerable distance.
"The nun has departed, my Sovereign, though she lingered at the boundary for several minutes, clearly contemplating an immediate return," Reinharda reported. "Her spiritual signature showed significant harmonic response to our cultivation healing concepts."
"As expected," Jin replied, stretching languidly. "Her unique condition predisposes her to appreciate alternatives to this world's limited recovery frameworks." He studied Reinharda with lazy appreciation. "You selected well. Her resurrection-attuned spirit offers interesting cultivation possibilities."
"Thank you, Master." Reinharda bowed, genuine pleasure visible in her eyes at his approval. "I've identified several additional candidates since our arrival that may complement your collection. Would you like me to present them now?"
Jin extended his hand in silent command. Understanding immediately, Reinharda moved closer, beginning to massage his shoulders with practiced precision. As her strong fingers worked the subtle tension from his muscles, Jin closed his eyes in contentment.
"Proceed with your report," he instructed, enjoying the ministration.
"First, there's a homunculus battle-maid from the Einzbern family's secondary branch," Reinharda began, her hands never pausing in their methodical attention. "Unlike the Lesser Grail we've already encountered, this one was designed purely for combat efficiency. Her emotional suppression protocols create interesting resonance patterns that may complement your indolence principle."
"Hmm," Jin murmured appreciatively, both at the information and the sensation of Reinharda's fingers finding a particularly sensitive pressure point. "Continue."
"Second, a teacher at the local academy with latent magical circuits that have naturally formed without conventional training. Her unconscious reality manipulation manifests particularly around cooking and domestic activities—creating food with enhanced spiritual properties without her awareness."
Jin's lips curved into an amused smile. "A natural nurturer with unconscious power. Interesting counterpoint to our more combat-oriented acquisitions."
"Third," Reinharda continued, her hands moving lower to work at his spine, "a shrine maiden from the mountain temple complex with spirit medium capabilities. Her family line specializes in purification rituals, but she personally has developed unique attunement to your specific cultivation energy without knowing its source. She's been experiencing dreams of your arrival since before we actually entered this world."
This last candidate visibly piqued Jin's interest. "Pre-cognitive resonance across dimensional boundaries? How unusual for this relatively low-magic realm." He shifted slightly to give Reinharda better access to his lower back. "Investigate her bloodline further. There may be cross-dimensional contamination from previous visitors."
"Already in progress, Master," Reinharda assured him, her fingers working with precise pressure against specific cultivation meridians. "I've collected hair samples for spiritual lineage analysis."
Jin opened his eyes, regarding his perfect guardian with genuine appreciation. "Always thinking three steps ahead. Your initiative continues to exceed expectations."
As Reinharda's hands worked their way back up to his shoulders, Jin made his decision. "Focus acquisition efforts on the shrine maiden with pre-cognitive resonance and the teacher with unconscious enhancement abilities. The battle-maid can wait—we already have one Einzbern creation in our collection, and I prefer variety."
"As you wish, my Sovereign." Reinharda's hands moved to his neck, thumbs working expertly at the tension points where cultivation energy tended to concentrate. "Shall I arrange introductions immediately, or after the witch's scheduled visit this afternoon?"
"After," Jin decided. "Too many new energies in a single day can create disharmonious resonance patterns. Space the acquisitions properly for optimal integration."
The massage continued in comfortable silence, Reinharda's skilled hands gradually shifting from therapeutic pressure to more sensual attention. As her fingers traced the contours of his chest and moved steadily lower, Jin reclined further in his seat, allowing her greater access.
"You've been exceptionally efficient in your collection duties," he observed, his voice taking on a deeper timbre as her hands reached their ultimate destination. "Such dedication deserves appropriate acknowledgment."
"Serving you perfectly is its own reward, Master," Reinharda replied, smoothly transitioning to a kneeling position before him as she began more intimate service. Her movements, like everything she did, combined technical perfection with genuine devotion—each touch precisely calibrated to maximize both pleasure and cultivation benefit.
Jin closed his eyes in appreciation, one hand resting lightly on her crimson hair as she attended to him with practiced skill. The act wasn't merely physical pleasure—it was part of his unique cultivation method, converting carnal energy into refined spiritual power through specific meridian stimulation patterns that only Reinharda could execute with sufficient precision.
"Perfect as always," he murmured some time later, as waves of completion sent pulses of enhanced energy through his cultivation base. The excess spiritual power briefly manifested as visible light that surrounded his form before being efficiently absorbed back into his meridians, further strengthening his passive dominance aura.
Reinharda rose smoothly, her expression serene as she helped readjust his robes. "Would you like to retire to your chambers before the witch's arrival, Master? There's sufficient time for a complete cultivation session if you desire."
Jin considered this with lazy deliberation. "Yes, I think a full meridian alignment would be appropriate. Witches tend toward chaotic energy signatures—best to be fully harmonized before exposure."
As they walked through the impossibly beautiful corridors of their interdimensional palace, Jin reflected on how perfectly Reinharda anticipated his needs. From selecting ideal additions to his collection to maintaining his cultivation base through dedicated service, she remained truly irreplaceable—the perfect extension of his will and the ultimate expression of his cultivation philosophy.
In his private chambers, Reinharda prepared the specialized cultivation platform—a circular dais of white jade inlaid with silver meridian channels that enhanced energy circulation. As Jin disrobed and settled into position at the center, Reinharda began the comprehensive service that had become central to his cultivation method.
Starting with rare oils infused with spiritual essences from their home realm, she worked with methodical precision to activate specific energy points across his body. Each touch followed exact cultivation patterns, stimulating chi flow while simultaneously providing exquisite physical pleasure.
"The witch approaches our southern boundary," Reinharda reported without interrupting her ministrations. "Her magical signature indicates significant curiosity mixed with professional caution."
"Mmm," Jin acknowledged, not opening his eyes as he enjoyed the dual sensations of cultivation enhancement and physical pleasure. "Did your artifact lures successfully intrigue her?"
"Yes, Master. She's collected three of the five cultivation tokens I placed in her usual gathering zones. Her magical signature shows attempts to analyze their composition."
As Reinharda's attention became more intimate, Jin's cultivation base responded with visible manifestations—patterns of light that traced his meridian pathways beneath his skin, pulsing in harmony with her skilled touch. The chamber's spiritual formations automatically absorbed excess energy discharge, creating a self-reinforcing cycle that enhanced both pleasure and cultivation progress.
"Your strategic placement of acquisition lures continues to impress," Jin commented between appreciative sighs as Reinharda moved to straddle him, initiating the direct dual cultivation that represented the highest form of his unique path. "Each candidate responding exactly as anticipated."
"I study their patterns extensively before selection," Reinharda explained, moving with hypnotic grace above him. "Only those with proper resonance potential receive targeting."
Their coupling transcended mere physical interaction, creating cultivation synergy that manifested as visible energy patterns surrounding their joined forms. Within these patterns, Jin's passive dominance principle and Reinharda's absolute devotion created perfect harmony—the core expression of his cultivation philosophy.
When they reached simultaneous completion some time later, the resulting energy discharge briefly illuminated the entire chamber with constellation-like patterns before being efficiently absorbed by their respective cultivation bases. Jin's passive authority aura visibly strengthened, the ambient spiritual pressure in the room increasing until reality itself seemed to bend slightly around his reclining form.
"Perfect timing," Reinharda observed as she rose gracefully, her own spiritual essence glowing briefly beneath her skin before settling back to normal. "The witch has just reached the main garden path."
Jin stretched with feline satisfaction, his cultivation base humming with enhanced power. "Have her brought to the artifact room. Her professional curiosity will respond best to tangible examples of our system's differences from her magecraft."
"As you wish, my Sovereign." Reinharda helped him dress in fresh robes of deep emerald with silver cloud patterns that seemed to move of their own accord. "Shall I emphasize our collection's academic potential during initial introduction?"
"Yes," Jin decided as she arranged his hair with the sandalwood comb. "Frame our interest as scholarly appreciation rather than acquisition. Witches in this world tend toward independence—the illusion of academic exchange will ease initial resistance."
Reinharda completed his preparations with perfect efficiency before departing to intercept their guest, leaving Jin to make his way to the designated meeting location at his own leisurely pace.
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When Jin arrived at the artifact room some twenty minutes later, he found Reinharda already escorting a woman with long purple hair and distinctive witch's attire—modified Western-style magical robes combined with Japanese elements that created an interesting cultural hybrid. The woman's eyes widened appreciably as she took in the impossible collection of artifacts displayed throughout the chamber.
"Master," Reinharda announced with perfect formal precision, "may I present Medea of Colchis, currently manifesting as the Caster-class Servant in this Holy Grail War."
Jin, who had positioned himself casually beside a display of cultivation tools, turned with calculated languid grace. "Welcome to my domain, Princess of Colchis. Your interest in our artifacts is... understandable."
The witch—Medea—tore her gaze from a particularly fascinating cultivation matrix to study Jin with professional assessment. "These items operate on principles outside the conventional magical frameworks of this world," she stated rather than asked, her voice carrying the confident expertise of someone who had mastered multiple magical systems.
"Indeed," Jin confirmed, gesturing lazily to a nearby artifact—a crystal sphere containing what appeared to be a miniature cosmos in constant flux. "My cultivation path utilizes fundamentally different approaches to spiritual energy manipulation than your magecraft."
"Cultivation," Medea repeated, testing the unfamiliar term. "That's the classification system your... attendant mentioned."
Jin smiled with amused tolerance at her deliberate avoidance of acknowledging Reinharda's true nature—which her Servant sensibilities had undoubtedly detected. "A systematic approach to spiritual refinement and transcendence," he explained. "My world's equivalent to your Age of Gods magecraft, though operating on fundamentally different conceptual foundations."
As their conversation progressed, Jin maintained his carefully calibrated approach—providing just enough fascinating information to engage Medea's professional curiosity while simultaneously demonstrating casual mastery that established his position in their interaction's hierarchy. Throughout, Reinharda remained a silent presence near the chamber entrance, her vigilance unwavering despite her seemingly relaxed posture.
The discussion evolved from basic principles to advanced applications, Jin offering insights into Medea's own magical theories that progressively shifted her from wary assessment to reluctant professional respect. Her initial suspicious questioning gradually transformed into eager theoretical exploration as Jin revealed carefully selected aspects of cultivation methodology that aligned with magical research she had apparently been pursuing for centuries.
"Your spatial folding techniques could potentially address the fundamental instability in my teleportation framework," Medea acknowledged after Jin casually demonstrated a simple dimensional pocket technique. "I've been attempting to reduce the mana cost without sacrificing stability for years."
"A common inefficiency in directive-based systems," Jin observed with languid authority. "Your magecraft attempts to force reality's compliance through power expenditure. Cultivation instead persuades reality to adopt more convenient configurations through resonance."
By the time their meeting concluded three hours later, Medea's professional demeanor had shifted dramatically from cautious assessment to enthusiastic intellectual engagement. As Reinharda prepared to escort her back to the domain boundary, the witch hesitated, clearly reluctant to depart without securing continued access to the knowledge Jin had tantalizingly revealed.
"Your artifacts contain solutions to magical problems I've studied for over three millennia," she stated directly. "I would appreciate further opportunity to examine them under... mutually beneficial arrangements."
Jin smiled lazily, exactly as he had anticipated. "My domain welcomes those with genuine intellectual curiosity. Return when you wish, Princess of Colchis. Knowledge is meant to be appreciated by those capable of understanding its value."
After Medea's departure, Jin remained in the artifact room, contemplating the interaction with satisfaction. The witch's unique magical background—bridging the Age of Gods and modern magecraft—offered interesting possibilities for his collection. Her extensive experience with divine-adjacent powers and conceptual manipulation aligned well with certain aspects of his cultivation methodology.
When Reinharda returned, she knelt gracefully before him, her perfect posture suggesting she awaited assessment of her performance.
"Another excellent selection," Jin acknowledged, gesturing for her to rise. "The witch's magical foundation shows surprising compatibility with our cultivation framework despite her system's fundamentally different approach."
"Thank you, Master." Reinharda bowed in acknowledgment of his approval. "Her extensive experience with divine-class magecraft creates unusual potential for cross-system integration."
Jin stretched languidly before rising from his seat. "You've exceeded expectations today, my perfect guardian. Four new collection prospects introduced, each with unique potential applications." He reached out to trace his fingers along her cheek in a rare gesture of personal acknowledgment. "Your selection criteria demonstrate remarkable refinement."
A flash of genuine pleasure crossed Reinharda's usually composed features. "I exist to serve you perfectly, Master. Identifying worthy additions to your collection is my privilege."
"And you succeed magnificently," Jin assured her. "Now, I believe I'll retire to the eastern garden pavilion. The interaction with the witch was stimulating, but somewhat draining. Prepare the cloud divan and spirit wine from the third cellar."
"Of course, my Sovereign." Reinharda bowed deeply before departing to arrange his comfort, leaving Jin to make his way to the garden at his own leisurely pace.
## Chapter 12: The Collection Grows
Over the following days, Jin's collection expanded rapidly under Reinharda's expert guidance. Each morning began with her presentation of new candidate profiles, carefully curated based on her meticulous scouting of Fuyuki's spiritual landscape.
"Today I've identified three new prospects for your consideration, Master," Reinharda reported as she massaged rare cultivation oils into Jin's shoulders during their morning ritual. Her strong fingers worked with practiced precision, simultaneously stimulating spiritual meridians and providing exquisite physical pleasure.
Jin hummed with contentment, eyes half-closed as he enjoyed her ministrations. "Proceed."
"First, a conceptual artist whose works unconsciously manifest reality manipulation properties. Her paintings create subtle spatial distortions that align surprisingly well with your indolence principle—reality bending to accommodate aesthetic preference."
"Interesting," Jin murmured as Reinharda's hands moved lower down his spine. "Continue."
"Second, a shrine maiden with exceptional spirit medium capabilities. Her family specializes in exorcism, but she personally demonstrates unusual compatibility with your specific cultivation energy. She's been experiencing dreams of your arrival since before we actually entered this world."
Jin's eyes opened slightly at this, genuine interest visible in his normally indolent gaze. "Pre-cognitive resonance? That's unusual for this realm's limited spiritual framework."
"Indeed, Master. I've already arranged for an 'accidental' encounter later today." Reinharda's hands continued their methodical attention, moving to more intimate areas as she completed her report. "Third, a combat specialist with unusual mystic eyes that perceive death vectors. Her perception abilities demonstrate conceptual similarities to your fate-erosion presence."
As Reinharda's service became more focused and intimate, Jin closed his eyes in appreciation. "The shrine maiden and the artist," he decided between appreciative sighs. "Death perception tends toward tedious fatalism. I prefer more aesthetically interesting additions."
"As you wish, my Sovereign." Reinharda continued her morning service with perfect devotion, her skilled attention sending waves of cultivation-enhancing pleasure through Jin's meridians. "I've prepared appropriate introduction scenarios for both. The shrine maiden will encounter one of our spirit butterflies during her morning meditation, while the artist will discover a cultivation-enhanced pigment among her supplies."
Jin smiled with lazy satisfaction, both at her efficiency and her intimate attentions. "Perfect as always. Your acquisition strategies continue to impress."
Later that morning, as Jin reclined in the western garden pavilion enjoying spirit tea and watching reality-defying fish swim through the air around flowering trees, Reinharda materialized with a status update on their collection progress.
"The jewel mage has completed her first cultivation exercise successfully," she reported, kneeling gracefully beside his divan. "Her magical circuits are showing preliminary adaptation to our system's energy flow patterns."
"Excellent," Jin replied, sipping his tea. "And our other acquisitions?"
"The King of Knights visited the library pavilion during your meditation period. She spent three hours studying cultivation texts regarding authority principles and legitimate rulership."
Jin's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Her internal conflict regarding the Grail's legitimacy deepens. Good."
"The fox-spirit left another offering at the eastern boundary—rare incense infused with her personal essence as a devotional gesture." Reinharda's voice remained neutral despite the subtle competition implied in Tamamo's increasingly elaborate offerings. "The shadow magus returned to the koi pond garden for the third consecutive morning. Her spiritual composition shows signs of harmonization with our domain's ambient energy."
"And the battle-priest? Has she returned as expected?"
"Yes, Master. She visited the healing pavilion this morning, ostensibly to collect herb samples but actually to examine the resurrection-enhancing formation matrix we discussed during her first visit."
Jin nodded with satisfaction, setting aside his teacup. "Our collection progresses perfectly. Each acquisition developing natural attachment through perceived personal benefit rather than coercion." He extended his hand in silent command. "You've performed admirably in your selection and cultivation duties."
Understanding immediately, Reinharda moved closer, beginning to remove his outer robes with reverent efficiency. "I exist to serve you perfectly, Master. Identifying worthy additions to your collection is my greatest privilege."
What followed was a comprehensive cultivation session that combined spiritual enhancement with physical pleasure—Reinharda attending to Jin's every desire with the perfect combination of technical mastery and genuine devotion that made her truly irreplaceable. As they reached simultaneous cultivation peak, the resulting energy discharge briefly illuminated the entire pavilion with constellation-like patterns before being efficiently absorbed by their respective spiritual cores.
"Magnificent," Jin declared afterward, his cultivation base visibly strengthened by the exchange. "Your dual cultivation technique continues to evolve in perfect harmony with my advancement."
"I adapt continuously to optimize service to your changing needs, my Sovereign," Reinharda replied, helping him redress with meticulous attention to detail. "Shall I prepare for the shrine maiden's introduction now? My calculations indicate she will reach the optimal intersection point within the hour."
"Yes," Jin decided, allowing Reinharda to arrange his hair with the sandalwood comb. "But first, tell me more about this pre-cognitive resonance you detected. It's unusually sophisticated for this world's spiritual framework."
"I've analyzed samples of her spiritual essence," Reinharda explained as she completed his grooming. "Her bloodline shows traces of dimensional contamination approximately twelve generations back—likely from a visitor from a higher-order reality similar to our own."
"Fascinating," Jin commented with genuine interest. "A dormant cultivation seed awakening in response to our arrival. That explains the pre-cognitive dreams."