Agung paused, his hand hovering over the half-written grocery list. He looked at Maki, then at the pen, then back to the chaotic, cheerful sprawl of children in the dining area. He let out a short, dry laugh, the kind that usually followed a moment of intense overthinking.
"Right. The 'creation' thing," Agung muttered, tapping the pen against his chin. "I keep trying to apply 21st-century logic to a life that clearly broke those rules a long time ago."
He set the napkin down. It felt strange to have the power to literally manifest a gallon of milk out of thin air, yet still feel the phantom itch of a "to-do list" in the back of his mind.
If they were going to live in Numazu without the pretention of being "royalty," Agung realized he had to treat his abilities like a utility—like a high-end appliance rather than a divine right.
The Logistics Solution: Instead of a grueling trip to the supermarket with sixteen kids in tow, Agung closed his eyes for a second. With a faint shimmer, the pantry behind him didn't just fill—it *restructured*. Neatly labeled crates of fresh produce, rows of milk, and enough supplies to feed a small village appeared in organized stacks.
The Estate Management: He didn't build a gold-plated palace. Instead, he simply "extended" the existing architecture. The walls shifted almost silently, opening up into wide, sun-drenched playrooms and sturdy, sound-proofed bedrooms that felt like a home, not a museum.
Agung turned back to Maki, leaning his hip against the newly manifested marble island.
"You're right," he conceded, crossing his arms. "There's no point in being a martyr for the sake of 'normalcy' when 'normal' left the building three timelines ago. If I have the stamina and the resources, I shouldn't be wasting them on the mundane. I should be using them to actually *be* with the kids."
He looked over at Aoi and Natsu, who were currently debating the merits of different cartoon characters.
> "If I can manifest the groceries in five seconds, that gives me three hours to actually teach Schwartz how to kick a ball or help Hime with her reading. It's not about the 'magic,' it's about the time it buys us."
He looked at the group—Maki, Yohane, Ai, and the others. The "Infinite Stamina" wasn't for the labor; it was for the emotional endurance of raising sixteen distinct personalities.
"Okay," Agung said, his voice dropping the tired edge. "Groceries are done. The house is officially big enough for everyone to have their own space. No more 'King' talk, but I'm also done pretending I need to wait in line at a checkout counter. What's the first *actual* family goal for today? And please, someone tell me it doesn't involve more 'irrigation' jokes."