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A perfectly good eroge heroine.
Not selling games.
Not doting on a younger brother.
And yet she became a Heretic God.
Why?
Hiro couldn't help but think: May I ask, is your brother Susanoo no Mikoto? Or Tsukuyomi no Mikoto?
Then he noticed something else.
Not far from the blonde, green-eyed girl, on a blood-soaked altar, besides a pile of humanoid ashes and a bloated male corpse, there was another body.
A similarly blonde boy.
Dead.
For an unknown length of time.
Alright.
Brother died violently. No one left to pamper.
Setting aside the violently deceased, the possessed victims, and the pitiful souls whose names were only half-known-after all, priorities mattered-Hiro shifted his focus.
He stared at the "2" and "5" floating above the blonde girl's head.
And questioned the silent system.
"System, what's going on with the two fortunes on Amaterasu's head? Don't tell me she's both a Heretic God and a human girl."
"Answer: Affirmative."
...Alright.
Blinking twice, Hiro accepted the answer.
"Lord Hiro."
Landing in an open area dozens of meters away, Grafiya stood beside him and turned slightly.
"This time-"
"I'll handle it."
Hiro cut in calmly, tightening his grip on the crimson spear.
"Amaterasu of Takamagahara isn't an easy opponent. Pull back."
"Yes."
Grafiya bowed, unfurled her bat wings, and retreated along her previous path.
As she withdrew, a question surfaced in her mind.
Why Amaterasu?
At a sacred summit revered by multiple religions, on the border between China and India, the god who descended wasn't local.
It was Amaterasu Ōmikami.
One of the Three Noble Children.
From an island nation half a globe away.
Strange.
Yet... not incomprehensible.
Hiro saw the pattern clearly.
Four sacrifices.
The sister.
The brother.
The father.
And the ashes.
The ashes were the mother.
Burned to death.
A reenactment of Izanami's demise.
Fanatics provided faith.
The "sacred peak" amplified it.
Myth reenactment, ritual structure, and unknown auxiliary methods-
Magic.
Onmyōji techniques.
Or something worse.
All of it stacked together.
Enough to pull a god out of myth.
Susanoo likely couldn't be summoned simultaneously.
As for why it wasn't Izanagi, Izanami, or the gender-ambiguous Tsukuyomi-
Luck.
Nothing more.
The blonde girl's gaze shifted from Grafiya to Hiro.
Confusion flickered across her face.
"Fool."
She shook her head.
"No. You are not a child of the fool."
"You are my child."
Hiro: ...
Technically, in myth, Amaterasu treating all Japanese people as her descendants wasn't wrong.
But hearing it out loud?
Uncomfortable.
Also, spiritually speaking, he identified as a descendant of Yan and Huang.
Curiosity outweighed impatience.
Hiro didn't rush.
He stopped a short distance away, red spear angled downward, and asked evenly:
"Amaterasu Ōmikami. Why descend here?"
"I'm genuinely curious."
"If I'm not mistaken, unless you intended it, no amount of devotion would have summoned you."
Several thousand kilometers of distance mattered.
By the time Luo Cuilian heard about this, it would be far too late.
And even then, she might refuse.
Outside my country.
India already had a Campione anyway.
Amaterasu answered without hesitation.
"Natural."
"My children used my other children-and themselves-as sacrifices."
"Such a scene is worthy of my descent."
Her voice remained calm.
Untroubled.
"Now that it has been witnessed, I shall soon return to myth."
"I have no intention of remaining in the human world."
Hiro stayed alert.
But confusion crept in.
Where was the madness?
Where was the disobedience?
You already planned to leave.
How exactly are you a Heretic God?
Compared to her, Verethragna and Melqart had been far more unhinged.
"No need for concern."
Amaterasu continued, as if reading his thoughts.
"I am not tainted by madness."
"If my child wishes to use that divine tool to slay a god and become a child of the fool and the witch, I will not resist."
Then she added:
"After that... entrust this child to you, newborn Demon King."
"Even with only half my blood, she is still my child."
She faced him fully.
Arms spread.
Body floating several dozen centimeters above the ground.
A posture of acceptance.
Of execution.
Paired with the Spear of Longinus in Hiro's hand-
She looked like a saint awaiting martyrdom.
I think I ran into a fake Heretic God.
Hiro stared at her.
Speechless.
Complaints stacked up with nowhere to go.
"Ding! Second-Tier Fortune acquisition complete."
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Resurrection Coins ×5."
The blonde girl's fortune was claimed.
Foreshadowing +1.
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