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Sol looked at Acheron and spoke. "You're very beautiful."
Acheron flustered slightly and replied. "Peach pie!"
Sol smiled and continued. "Truly stunning!"
Acheron's thoughts tangled and replied back. "Peach mille-feuille!"
Sol couldn't suppress his laughter and engaged. "I love it, I love it!"
Acheron grew a little dizzy and shot back. "Peach pudding!"
Before long, the table was piled high with peach desserts.
Sol looked at Acheron, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Under her heightened sensitivity, Acheron was unexpectedly shy.
Just a bit of everyday praise already forced her to divert her attention.
When the physical examination officially began later…
Tsk tsk. It would certainly be interesting.
"…"
Acheron lowered her head, pretending to remain calm as she ate the desserts piece by piece.
Even if she was slow to realize things, she understood now.
This entire table of sweets was Sol teasing her.
A faint grievance rose within her. Was this how one teased a friend? Weren't they friends?
Sol suddenly looked at Acheron and asked, "How have you felt these past two days?"
"Ah?"
Startled from her thoughts, Acheron quickly replied, "Very good. Every day feels vivid—like a peach freshly picked from the tree, still carrying a soft fuzz, with crystal-clear dewdrops clinging to its surface."
As she described it, she couldn't help but smile, her gaze softening.
It was as though she had returned from a gray land of the dead and once again possessed true life.
It sounded as if she had died once—but in truth, an Emanator of Nihility, something that should not exist, was the product of an elongated death process: spirit fading, memories slowly being forgotten, flesh sinking into the abyss of Nihility.
She had been a living corpse, more thoroughly dead than anyone.
Thus, having escaped that predicament, she understood even more deeply the beauty and vitality of life, the warmth and closeness of friendship—how dearly they were to be cherished.
Even shy timidity, even slight annoyance after being teased, were precious experiences she wished to savor again and again.
This was the taste of being alive. In the end, she had survived—the sole living being of that world—without betraying the desperate wish of her old friends to save it.
Before she knew it, a box of sweet-and-tangy, bouncy pudding was empty.
Sol handed her another piece and encouraged, "Since you're so happy, eat a little more happily."
"Thank you."
Acheron smiled, gratitude sincere.
Not for the immense grace of being given light—but for this small dessert.
Large or small, every kindness was affection. And any affection was precious.
"Mmm~"
Sol nodded slightly, enjoying the sight of Acheron enjoying herself.
He had once fed her so many curious snacks, cut down countless small monsters for her sake.
Now that he was feeding her personally, he almost wanted to feed her into having a round little belly.
"What are you thinking about?"
Acheron sensed a trace of malice—but not quite malice.
Strange. For an Emanator-level existence, such perception shouldn't be vague.
Was Sol thinking about how to study her later?
Sol made no attempt to hide it, smiling. "I was thinking that if you gained a little weight, you'd be even cuter."
"…"
Acheron was momentarily speechless. So that was the "malice"?
Even if she didn't care overly much about her figure, she had no desire to be fed plump.
Reluctantly setting down her dessert, she said seriously, "That's a dangerous idea. One of my former close friends once accused me of that."
Back then, aside from battle, she would occasionally cook for her comrades and sisters-in-arms.
The bright, lively girls who would complain while tugging at her arm surfaced clearly in her memory.
It was wonderful to remember them so vividly.
Sol looked intrigued. "So, you're a good cook?"
"It's passable," Acheron replied modestly, though her chin lifted unconsciously. "When there's time, I can cook for you."
"An invitation worth anticipating."
Sol accepted with a smile, genuinely looking forward to it.
The food itself was secondary.
What mattered more was the sight of Acheron wearing an apron.
An Emanator of Nihility in the role of a virtuous homemaker—an odd mismatch, yet somehow thrilling.
Acheron nodded earnestly. "When I'm ready, I'll call you."
Personally cooking for a friend was, to her, a wonderful experience as well.
When the time came, she would invite Stelle too—that interesting girl whose personality resembled someone from her past.
"Alright. I'm mostly free these days."
Sol agreed lightly.
"…"
Acheron nodded gently and looked down at the fruit pie filled generously with peach filling, her expression conflicted.
Clearly, she was still bothered by the notion of being fed plump.
If she ate too much and gained weight, this outfit wouldn't suit her anymore.
What if her defined waistline turned into soft rings?
Sol, who enjoyed teasing, would surely laugh at her.
No—she still wielded the power of Nihility. How could she possibly gain weight?
Because she felt so vividly alive, she momentarily dreamed herself back to when she had been an ordinary person. It was a strange yet amusing sensation.
She picked up the peach mille-feuille again, though this time taking much smaller bites.
"Mei, eat more. There's plenty here."
Sol pushed more desserts toward her.
Actually feeding her into gaining weight was probably impossible.
But perhaps overloading her with energy and triggering a temporary change in body shape—would that be feasible?
With precise calculations, it should be achievable.
Without a word, he mentally initiated the project and handed the related calculations to the [Stellar Grade Cognitive Computer] Artemis.
When the time came, he would certainly take plenty of commemorative photos.
"A rare gentle powerhouse."
Black Swan committed the scene to memory, sighing inwardly.
A powerhouse as approachable as Sol was truly rare.
He had no particularly perverse hobbies—just enjoyed a bit of playful fun—and rarely interfered with ordinary people's lives.
He treated her, Acheron, Robin, and even Gallagher, Aventurine, and Sunday with care, never stingy in fulfilling some of their wishes.
As for ordinary people, Sol had distributed light to nearly everyone. Though those not awakened could only receive its encouraging effect, it still demonstrated his gentleness.
She saw divine tolerance. She saw divine freedom.
It reminded her of an ancient text brought back from a disconnected colleague from a blue planet: The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things and does not contend. Because it does not contend, none in the world can contend with it.
The divine loves all beings—greatness needs no embellishment.
Before long, the table full of desserts was finished.
Sol and Black Swan had only eaten symbolically; most of it went into Acheron's stomach.
Only then did the Emanator of Nihility display her proper might.
Despite consuming an entire table of sweets, her abdomen remained flat and smooth, her toned waistline intact.
Her stomach was like Nihility itself, instantly refining and dissolving everything consumed.
"So, what's our next step?"
Acheron wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and looked at Sol.
She had clearly consumed far more sweets than normal physiology allowed.
Fortunately, she was not ordinary.
Thus, she felt wonderful—better than ever—her entire being suffused with the fragrance of peaches.
"Physical examination."
Sol nodded firmly at Acheron.
"…"
Acheron's expression stiffened slightly.
The sweetness the peaches had brought her shifted almost instantly.
Sol's hands—long, warm hands—
Would glide over her skin, carefully exploring changes across her body. His warmth would transfer through each small point of contact, gradually rising.
Just imagining it felt like blushing peach blossoms in full bloom.
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