While a certain ultimate tool man was vowing to defeat the tyrant, what was Li Zihan doing?
The answer: getting lovey-dovey with his girls.
"P-Perverted Director, undo the magic!"
"Ah, Ah-Li... you really are a pervert."
The girls' voices, wet and sticky—a sound incredibly pleasant to a man's ears—rang out in sync within a certain someone's room.
"I'm just fulfilling my duties, that's all."
The youth, having propped Miss Sirin's slender, exquisitely beautiful calves—so lovely they could stir desire even in other women—onto his shoulders, naturally closed the distance with his lover.
Feeling the heat enter her body once more, the usually prideful and arrogant girl wanted to scold her lover, but what came out of her throat was a wet sound like a cat in heat.
And on the other side, the girl who was dressed neatly and ladylike suddenly saw her pink eyes widen. Her slender, beautiful legs, clad in white silk stockings, couldn't help but clench tightly.
For Miss Ana, who was actually quite prone to jealousy, watching the boy she liked with another girl was a difficult thing to bear.
But—
Right now, she had no time to worry about such things.
"Nghh~~"
"D-Director, please stop!"
Miss Ana, who was clearly also on the receiving end of his 'duties', felt a piercing sensation that was slightly different from their nights alone, and she cried out in distress.
"It's not nighttime!"
At night, doing that sort of thing alone with him was, for her, a wonderful experience.
But—
It was only teatime right now.
And her distant cousin, Sirin, was also here.
The situation was mortifying beyond belief.
However, such complaints were obviously useless against a certain lecherous magus who had specifically researched how to cast magic through the exchange of bodily fluids.
He chose to increase his pace.
And then—
The complaints from both Ana and Sirin vanished completely, melting into a series of whimpers.
---o---
By the time everything was over, a long while had passed.
"I'm definitely going to get pregnant."
Miss Ana, with a cloudy white stain next to the top of her white silk stockings, sat beside the youth, clutching her lower abdomen and complaining.
"Couldn't you have used some protection, Director?"
"Ah-Li, girls aren't in their safe period every day," Miss Sirin, who had clearly received the same treatment, chimed in, landing a soft pink fist on the scoundrel's shoulder.
Naturally, it was painless.
The youth, who had once worn the Stone Mask embedded with Kars's happy stone and was, in a sense, an Ultimate Life Form, said nothing.
In the Type-Moon world, an Ultimate Life Form would likely be considered a type of Nature Spirit and had no need to reproduce.
Biologically, the purpose of leaving offspring is inheritance.
But the life force and lifespan of an Ultimate Life Form were so terrifyingly vast that they had no need for heirs to carry on their legacy. Their purpose as living beings was to create a world according to their own will.
Therefore, even if he had intercourse, the probability of the woman conceiving his child was extremely low.
It was practically like buying a lottery ticket.
As such, he rarely bothered with protection.
---o---
"If it really happens, we'll just have the baby."
The youth, who felt that having a child was basically the same as winning the lottery, shrugged and said.
"Although I don't really feel like being a father right now, if I truly need to take on that responsibility, I will do my best to be a good one."
"At least you have some sense of responsibility."
Sirin, who was very particular about responsibility, likely due to Siegfried's influence, hummed in acknowledgement. Then, she simply leaned her head against her lover's shoulder.
Compared to the pleasure of tumbling in the sheets, she preferred the feeling of cuddling with her lover afterward.
That reassuring sense of peace held an opium-like attraction for her, who had lived a life of constant wandering.
That feeling could calm her mind.
She didn't like cats.
But the feeling of pretending to be a kitten in need of care in front of her lover... wasn't so bad.
Seeing this, Li Zihan simply stroked the girl's soft white hair.
Like stroking the fur of a white kitten.
---o---
However, this peaceful scene did not last long.
"Speaking of which, Director, aren't you supposed to be investigating that God-Slayer in the Far East?"
Ana, who had learned the general worldview and organizational structure of the Campione! world after meeting up with Li Zihan, clung to one of his arms while raising a rather serious matter.
The God-Slayer ruling the Far East might be a pawn of a Heretical God.
If left unchecked, it would surely cause great harm.
Perhaps people would be injured, or even lose their lives.
Miss Ana might seem adorably goofy, but she was actually the one among Li Zihan's girls who cared most about the bigger picture.
Having been raised as a Valkyrie from a young age, she deeply cared for the populace and had a strong sense of responsibility.
Sometimes, she even felt she should stay away from the Director when there was nothing important to do.
Otherwise, neither of them would be able to resist doing... things, and they would waste time that should be spent on proper business.
Ana had always thought that Li Zihan was incredibly handsome when he was handling matters seriously.
Of course, he wasn't bad when doing improper things, either.
Recalling the feeling of being filled just now, an unnatural blush crept onto the girl's lovely face.
I... I think I'm being corrupted by the Director.
At this thought, she couldn't help but glare fiercely at a certain someone.
Super fierce.
---o---
"That sort of thing is easy to resolve."
The youth, who never once thought he couldn't handle Kusanagi Godou—who would become very strong later but was a complete rookie right now—shrugged and said.
"I have plans prepared for dealing with both Kusanagi Godou and the Heretical Susanoo."
"At most, it will take me three days to solve the problem. Then, I'll go deal with the god who is truly worthy of my attention."
"A god truly worthy of the Director's attention?"
Miss Ana blinked, stunned.
"Rama. You should know that name, right?"
The youth spoke the name of the Strongest Steel.
"Um... that really strong god from Indian mythology."
Ana, whose grades in cultural subjects had always been touching, thought for a long time before managing this reply.
Having been raised as a Valkyrie and focused on practical combat training, her knowledge of mythology was admittedly sparse.
"The seventh incarnation of Vishnu, the god of balance in Indian mythology. If he got serious, he would likely be the invincible and strongest martial god in this world."
The youth spoke, knowing full well how absurdly powerful the Strongest Steel—who slumbered above the skies of the Far East, evading his heroic destiny—could be if he ever got serious.
"I plan to make a deal with him."
"A deal?"
Ana was stunned, not quite understanding.
The youth, who still needed the divinities of balance and destruction to create his Three-God-Garment, smiled faintly.
"A deal that will allow him to rest in peace, and allow me to become much stronger."
Author's Note:
ps: I was supposed to write the meeting with the Grass Chicken King...
What did I even write?