However, considering that Rozen had already existed in this world for five hundred years, Hiro suddenly felt that perhaps it wasn't strange at all.
Although the original work never specified how long it took to create the seven Rozen Maidens, judging from the context, it definitely wouldn't have exceeded a hundred years.
In contrast, this world's worldview was far more complex.
And Rozen had been here for so long.
Whether he had already found a "perfection" that matched his own standards, or had simply abandoned the strict definition of perfection altogether, Hiro wouldn't find either outcome surprising.
"This is the body of my seventh daughter-Shinku Hishou."
Rozen carefully placed the nearly one-meter-tall doll beside Hiro's right hand.
At that scale, it barely looked like a doll anymore.
His eyes carried deep attachment, along with a trace of regret.
"Since Nanamiya-kun can meet Suigintou in a dream, perhaps one day in the future, you'll reach my original world. If that happens, I'll have to trouble you to deliver this to my youngest daughter."
"She is the one among my seven daughters whom I am most satisfied with. The one closest to my ideal vision of a daughter."
He paused.
"It's just a pity that for humans, some things cannot be reproduced by appearance alone."
"Are you planning to entrust your child to me?"
Hiro asked calmly, glancing at the exquisite-almost perfect-doll beside him.
Rozen froze for a moment, clearly not reacting immediately to the phrase entrusting your child.
Then he understood.
A wry smile appeared, and he shook his head.
"No. I don't intend to end my life yet. Entrusting my child to you... that would be too soon."
Too soon.
Not never.
Which meant that after fulfilling his long-cherished wish of "resurrecting his daughter," he might choose to end his life.
Hiro didn't ask for confirmation.
He simply reached out and collected the doll, placing it into the system's item slot as an "item."
He already knew the system space could store objects long-term.
He just rarely used it, since he didn't want useless things taking up space.
After all, the storage magic he'd learned from Akeno Himejima was already more than sufficient.
But Shinku Hishou wasn't an ordinary object.
Storing her in the system space was the safest way to preserve her.
"If that day comes, I'll give this to Shinku Hishou."
"Thank you."
Rozen smiled, visibly relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
"I originally wanted to give you all of my knowledge directly, but I didn't anticipate this situation. Converting all my alchemical memories into written form will take considerable time."
He hesitated briefly.
"So, if it's convenient, could Nanamiya-kun leave me a contact address? After I finish transcribing my alchemy knowledge, I'll send it to you."
As if remembering something, Rozen reached into his jacket and took out a small crimson bead about four centimeters in diameter, placing it in front of Hiro.
"I almost forgot this."
"This is a Rosa Mystica-an alchemical product infused with a part of my soul. Since I've given up on creating more daughters, keeping it serves no purpose beyond sentiment."
"So I'll give this to you as well."
"My alchemy knowledge, and this, will be my payment for troubling you."
Hiro casually stored the crimson bead in the system space and looked at Rozen with a slightly strange expression.
"Aren't you being a bit too trusting toward a stranger you just met?"
"Well, perhaps it's an old man's intuition," Rozen replied with an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head.
"When you finish writing everything down, send it to the Occult Research Club at Kuoh Academy."
Out of caution, Hiro gave Rozen a deep look.
He didn't mention the Kirigaya house.
After receiving an exquisitely crafted doll, a Rosa Mystica, and a promised alchemy manuscript, Hiro hurried back toward the Kirigaya residence.
Rozen's unexpected appearance had cost him more time than expected on the "6."
Given the speed of the Lala sisters and Asuna, they had likely already returned home separately.
"Ara, what a coincidence, Hiro-kun."
Hiro stopped.
Standing at his doorstep was a black-ponytailed girl with a Yamato Nadeshiko-like smile, a suitcase by her side.
"Akeno. Are you the only one?"
"Of course not."
After a playful pause, Akeno continued smiling.
"Rias and the others are already inside. I was just a bit late."
Akeno lived in a shrine in the suburbs.
Being late made sense.
Hiro nodded in understanding.
He walked past Akeno Himejima, opened the door, and immediately froze at the scene inside.
The living room was bustling.
"Sona, listen carefully. Even if I allow you to join, that doesn't mean you're allowed to jump ahead of me!"
Rias's voice rang out sharply.
"Hiro's first time must belong to Rias Gremory. Do you understand?!"
Facing her friend's aggressive declaration, Sona Sitri calmly adjusted her glasses.
"I don't particularly care about first or second. However, if Hiro-kun actively asks, I have no intention of refusing."
"Hmph!"
Unable to gain the upper hand, Rias snorted, picked up her luggage, and headed toward the staircase on the right.
Sona Sitri naturally walked toward the left.
Neither of them seemed to notice Hiro standing there.
"Rias aside... why is Sona here too?"
Hiro muttered, watching Sona's retreating figure.
"Ara, Hiro-kun, don't you have any self-awareness about why Sona is acting like this?"
Akeno Himejima passed by him with her suitcase, her smile brimming with meaning.
"Self-awareness?"
It can't seriously be because my charm stat is too high, right?
Hiro complained inwardly.
But after successfully piquing his curiosity, Akeno had no intention of answering.
"Well, who knows?"
With a delighted expression, she disappeared down the hall.
Hiro shook his head and turned toward the petite girl whispering with Asia.
"Lint. Come with me for a moment."
"Yes."
The girl with black-and-white hair tilted her head slightly.
Confused, but obedient, she followed him into the adjacent side room.
Hiro reached into his storage magic circle and took out the purple cross he had extracted from Augustus not long ago, handing it to Lint Sellzen.
A Sacred Gear?
Lint blinked, sensing the faint sacred aura emanating from the small cross, which was only about ten centimeters long.
"This is a Sacred Gear I extracted from a madman not long ago. It should have high compatibility with you."
"After you accept it, I'll need your help with something. Don't worry. It won't be difficult."
Accepting gifts for free wasn't appropriate.
And the purple color was... unusual.
But for a believer-or a former believer-the temptation of a cross-shaped Sacred Gear was overwhelming.
More importantly, she could faintly sense the "compatibility" Hiro mentioned.
Lint hesitated, staring at the cross.
In the end, she couldn't suppress the stirring in her heart.
She slowly reached out.
"If it's only this much..."
As the purple cross merged into her body, the grayish-lead 3 above her head shifted under Hiro's gaze.
Silver-white 4.
Silver-white 5.
And finally-
Golden 6.
Excellent.
My guess was right.
Despite some deviation from the original work, Lint Sellzen still became a Longinus-class Sacred Gear user.
This counted as artificial intervention in the rise and fall of luck.
Hiro narrowed his eyes slightly, excitement surging.
"Ding! Sixth-Tier Luck extraction begins. Remaining time: 9 minutes and 59 seconds."
"Current mission: Maintain a clasped-hands posture (interlaced fingers) with Lint Sellzen for 30 seconds. Remaining time reduced by 10 minutes."
...
Hiro's mouth twitched.
Lint's bewildered face was uncomfortably close.
"Well, Hiro-kun... what is the favor you need from me?"
"..."
After a brief silence, Hiro discarded the idea of there's still time.
He decided to seize the 6 right in front of him.
Extending his hands toward Lint Sellzen, he spoke calmly.
"Ding! Congratulations to the Host for seizing Sixth-Tier Luck."
"Reward acquired: Mental Out - Lv5!"
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