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"Come in."
Creak. As the door slowly opened, the shy Arianna stepped inside, inching toward Hiro.
What should I do? On the road to that world, am I really going to be one step ahead of Miss Erica? My first time being with such a great person-can my heart handle it? What if I suddenly die of a heart attack? Would that implicate Miss Erica?
Hearing Arianna's thoughts, Hiro's expression remained unchanged. Internally, he sighed. Are girls nowadays all like this? Or is it a cultural thing-are Western girls just different?
"Well, um, Lord Hiro, since I am the first-"
"What are you thinking? I didn't call you here for that kind of thing."
Looking at the little maid whose pace was barely faster than a snail, Hiro spoke helplessly and used mental manipulation to calm her unstable emotions.
"Yes, yes."
Her expression eased. Arianna took a deep breath, nodded, and continued forward.
Since Lord Hiro said so, I must have been overthinking. But if the atmosphere is right, should I take the initiative? Anyway, Miss Erica has already sworn loyalty. She'll definitely be Lord Hiro's wife in the future. Whether as a concubine or lover, as the young lady's maid, I surely can't escape either...
Hiro only soothed her nervousness, shyness, and anxiety. Those romantic thoughts were left untouched.
Pfft.
Hearing her thoughts, Hiro shook his head and raised a hand, patting the spot beside him.
"Sit here. Leave the rest to me."
"Yes, Lord Hiro."
After she sat down, Arianna closed her eyes. Hiro extended his perception into the little maid's sea of consciousness, finding the soul that appeared about fourteen years old.
The Third Magic-Materialization of the Soul-unfolded silently.
Very quickly, the first step was completed. Hiro then activated the new authority he had just obtained from Melqart-Harvest and Decline.
The petite maid, originally only around 1.5 meters tall with short black hair, began to change. Her hair lengthened, reaching her waist, and continued growing.
Under the authority's influence, it wasn't just her hair. Arianna's previously flat body began to swell like an inflated rubber ball, gradually taking on fuller curves.
As time passed, Hiro heard faint, intermittent tearing sounds.
Rip. Rip.
This wasn't because Arianna's body couldn't endure it, nor due to destructive changes in muscle tissue. It was simply because artificially manufactured items weren't very durable-probably not domestically produced.
Arianna's eyelids trembled, as if she wanted to open her eyes but was afraid of disrupting Hiro.
"Um, Lord Hiro, my clothes suddenly feel a bit tight. Is it just my imagination?"
"Don't worry. I'll restore them later."
"Oh, okay."
Her body stayed still. She replied softly.
Rip.
When the final tearing sound faded, Hiro sensed that Arianna's soul had stabilized in a mature form. His eyebrows lifted slightly, a trace of satisfaction crossing his face.
"So a soul altered by the Third Magic can still grow. Then the body will naturally develop toward a form that matches the soul."
"I won't need to worry about being stuck with a doll-like or youthful face."
With that concern resolved, he could apply the same magic to Grafiya and his own soul, obtaining an infinite energy source similar to a so-called "Type Three perpetual motion machine."
Only similar, not identical. That was just his personal view.
After all, he had never actually seen a "Type Three perpetual motion machine," right?
Amazing... what ability did Lord Hiro use on me? Authority, right? It feels like a bodily change. Then what do I look like now? I really want to see. But if I interfere with Lord Hiro's plan, that would be bad. Even if gentle Lord Hiro says nothing, Miss Erica will definitely scold me...
It really was a good view. Unfortunately, he'd left his phone at home and hadn't bought one in this world, so there was no way to leave her a commemorative photo.
With that thought, Hiro spoke lightly to the girl whose eyelids were still trembling.
"Arianna, you can open your eyes now. Your current form matches the age you're most satisfied with in your subconscious. Before I restore your body's age, you still have some time."
"Yes, yes! Thank you, Lord Hiro."
With a faint smile, Arianna opened her eyes.
Bang.
Watching the little maid rush away, Hiro rested his chin on his right hand. A strange concern surfaced.
If a materialized soul repairs the body to match the soul's form, does it restore all damage indiscriminately? Or does it selectively restore based on consciousness, like the soul's growth?
If it was the former...
Then, thinking about Arianna's future married life, Hiro recalled a work from his previous life involving Tokisaki Kurumi and some endlessly repeating tragic event.
That would be far too cruel.
Would Arianna have to slowly get used to it?
Shaking his head, Hiro set Arianna's matter aside for now and sensed the silver-haired maid waiting quietly near the door. He sent a mental transmission.
"Grafiya."
"Lord Hiro."
The silver-haired maid appeared at once and bowed slightly.
Hiro gestured for her to come closer.
"I killed two more Heretic Gods earlier. Besides curse power and magic power, I also obtained some things that are no longer useful to me."
He placed his palm in front of Grafiya's chest and explained while transferring the second portion of Verethragna's curse power, the divine tool authorities-Exiler and Repeller-and the authority, Eastern War God White Horse, into her.
"By the way, I'll strengthen your soul as well. From now on, you won't need to eat. You won't be killed by simple physical attacks. Non-lethal soul damage will recover automatically. Your soul will be more beautiful. Magic power will be semi-infinite. Immortal and eternally youthful."
"Mm. That last part doesn't really matter for devils."
"Yes. Even lower devils have no concept of lifespan. Original setting. Don't ask me."
Grafiya nodded slightly, acknowledging it.
What kind of soul strengthening produces effects this outrageous? Immortality exists, but it's rare. Semi-infinite magic power... does that mean half an Infinite Dragon God?
Behind her calm exterior, Grafiya's thoughts churned.
"..."
After a short while, sensing the endless flow of magic power inside her, Grafiya fell silent.
"Lord Hiro, the thing that couldn't be completed on Miss Arianna just now-do you need Grafiya to take over?"
Hearing that, Hiro froze for a moment.
"Is it really not needed?"
Following Grafiya's line of sight, Hiro's mouth twitched as he finally understood what she meant by "complete."
"The timing isn't right. We'll talk about it after we return."
"Understood."
Grafiya bowed lightly.
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