"So, Director, does this mean you've already persuaded the girl corresponding to the Herrscher of the Void?"
In a pastry shop on the commercial street, a place Miss Ana seemed to be very fond of, a voice heavy with teasing rang out.
The maid with wine-red eyes stared at the young man drinking tea before her, the corners of her lips curved into a smile that practically screamed 'omoshiroi'.
"Of course."
To be precise, he was the young man who had spent the entire afternoon persuading Miss Sirin in bed. He held a cup of green tea, his words tinged with a hint of pride.
Like many couples who were on very good terms, he and Sirin had gone from arguing to playfully fighting, and as they fought and fought...
They ended up in bed.
Once they were in bed, what followed was naturally the act of yielding to humanity's desire for procreation.
Miss Herrscher of the Void, hoping that Li Zihan would restrain himself a bit, had decided to take the initiative herself, planning to drain the bastard dry so he couldn't go out and fool around anymore.
And then—
And then, she was screwed to the point where she almost forgot who she was.
Li Zihan's physical constitution had always been on a demonic tier.
Putting aside the Dracula Stigmata, his magecraft enhancements, and the pseudo-Authority of the Herrscher of Death, his Composite Saint Graph alone was proof enough of certain things.
The Composite Saint Graph he possessed was primarily based on Karna, fused with the remnants of Gilgamesh's and Cú Chulainn's spiritual foundations.
There wasn't much to say about Karna, the eternal good guy, but the other two who made up this Saint Graph were quite accomplished in the sexual department.
In orthodox Sumerian mythology, Humanity's Oldest Giant, Gilgamesh, was the man who, during a festival, single-handedly screwed over the entire city of Uruk, causing untold suffering to its men and women.
Cú Chulainn wasn't as exaggerated as Gilgamesh, but he too was a famous lover of married women in Celtic mythology, a walking human cannon.
Gilgamesh.
Cú Chulainn.
Best Match!!
If he couldn't even handle a single Sirin, then Gilgamesh and Cú Chulainn would have died in vain!!
Because the other party had been exceptionally proactive, the young man, who had an unusually satisfying time, smiled at the maid who had found him not long ago. He wasn't sure if she was here for a hookup or to stir up trouble.
Not that it mattered to him.
If she was here to hook up, that would be for the best.
But if she was here to cause trouble, that wasn't bad either.
Once he found evidence of the Scum Maid's mischief, he could [bleep] her into being unable to cause any more trouble, all in the name of punishment.
The young man, who was perhaps better suited to be transmigrated into the body of Mr. Rance to travel and protect the world rather than being a hero in the Honkai world, wore a brilliant smile.
"By the way, what did you need me for?" the young man asked casually, clearly unconcerned about the Scum Maid causing trouble or just being playful.
"Can I not come looking for you if there's nothing I need?"
Words tinged with a hint of blame slipped from the charming maid's vibrant lips, carrying a faint orchid fragrance.
Paired with her somewhat aggrieved expression, she looked rather pitiful and moving.
Yes, this is the feeling.
The feeling that she needs a good [bleeping].
The young man, who knew very well that the Scum Maid would never put on such a pathetic, sympathy-seeking expression under normal circumstances, narrowed his vivid red eyes.
This woman is definitely planning to stir up trouble.
And—
It's definitely not something small!
"Spit it out. What are you planning?"
The young man, whose observational skills were built upon Karna's foundation and had achieved a bizarre breakthrough in certain areas, looked at the maid's pitiful expression and spoke.
"The answer will determine whether or not I [bleep] you until you cry later."
Perhaps because their relationship was somewhere between lovers and friends-with-benefits, rather than lovers and future wives, Li Zihan's words to the maid were hardly what one would call yasashii.
However, Miss Rita wasn't one to care if a certain someone's attitude wasn't yasashii enough.
Her favorability towards Li Zihan was through the roof purely because he was like a gender-bent version of herself, only more outstanding and more of a scumbag.
If Li Zihan suddenly turned into a yasashii male protagonist, Rita would find it very strange instead.
Listening to his rather explicit words, Rita, who wasn't the least bit angered by their lack of gentleness, thought about it seriously for a moment before speaking.
"If possible, I hope you can rewind your own time, adjusting your age to around twelve or thirteen."
"If I'm destined to cry, I think I'd feel a little more psychologically comforted if I were holding the cutest version of you."
Rita was a shotacon.
She loved anything small and cute. She loved them all.
Therefore, she wasn't just a simple lolicon; she was also a super shotacon.
This woman is a lost cause.
Just like Aozaki Touko, a lost cause.
Li Zihan thought to himself as he looked at the maid, who constantly fawned over the twelve-year-old-looking Theresa and now seemed to have taken an interest in his past self.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
The young man, who felt that Miss Rita was truly a bit problematic, continued to ask.
"I wish to discuss a few things with the Overseer."
The maid, who had been growing out her hair and now had it down to her shoulders, didn't hold back and directly stated some of her thoughts.
"For example, the Apocalypse scandal, the Apocalypse scandal, the Apocalypse scandal..."
To be honest, digging up dirt on Otto within Schicksal was an extremely dangerous affair.
However, the Scum Maid, who seemed to have become even more mischievous after her interactions with Li Zihan, still wanted to do something with Mr. Otto's cross-dressing photos.
"But my own talents aren't enough to guarantee I can successfully blackmail the Lord Overseer."
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you just said it out loud! You're actually planning to blackmail him! And you're blackmailing the Overseer of Schicksal, no less!
"If I offend the Lord Overseer..." The maid, who was treading far down the path of courting death and could be 'physically banned' at any moment if she wasn't careful, looked pitifully at the young man who showed no fear of Otto. "Could you hire me as a maid on the Hyperion?"
"That shouldn't be a problem." The young man, who actually quite wanted to play the part of Sherlock Holmes and then ask the finally-revealed Ancestor Fu Hua to act as his My Little Pony, nodded.
"Then, I shall thank you in advance, Captain."
The maid, for whom the probability of not being found out by Otto was rather low, smiled at the 'Captain' who basically never went to the Hyperion. Her smile was very cheerful.
"It's nothing. Also, remember to drag things out a bit, until after I get back from my mission."
The young man, who was about to team up with Ancestor Kevin to rebuild Rome—no, rebuild civilization, spoke up, reminding Rita not to court death while he was away.
He was about to leave. If Rita provoked Otto during this time, although she wouldn't be 'physically banned,' she would definitely be in for a harsh beating.
That was the thought of the departing Li Zihan.
And then—
"Ding—, a crisis has been detected. The system will now issue a mission."
The system, which had been largely silent, suddenly made a sound.
"Special Mission: Midsummer Phantom Night. Accept?"
"Sigh—"
The young man, who was just about to leave, stared at the mission template he had almost forgotten and fell into deep thought.