Chapter 260
Soon, the seat was covered in saliva, even the back soaked through.
"Master, Master, Master, Master…"
"I really want to lick my Master's entire body…"
Bambietta's face flushed deeply, her expression hazy and heated, as though she were drunk on the moment.
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Haschwalth opened the door to one of the chambers.
"You are back, Lord Haschwalth."
Standing straight with her hands behind her back, the woman greeted him respectfully. She had blonde hair tied behind her head and hidden beneath her white military cap-practical and neat. Her double-breasted military uniform fit tightly across her chest, marking her as one of the Sternritter's attendants.
"You haven't slept," Haschwalth said evenly. "It's late. Go rest."
"I heard about what was announced by Your Majesty today. Although it is not my place to interfere, I believe you should offer some advice to Him, Lord Haschwalth."
Haschwalth's eyes, concealed in the shadow of his hair, gave no sign of his emotion. "Are you dissatisfied?"
"Wouldn't you be dissatisfied as well, Lord Haschwalth?"
"Can't you understand?" he replied calmly. "Everything is as planned by Your Majesty."
"Designating a successor in that manner will only stir discontent within the Sternritter. There is no way Your Majesty hasn't considered this."
"If that is so," Haschwalth continued, "then there is only one answer. He intends to create that dissatisfaction deliberately."
"Through discontent, they will begin to watch each other. Their focus will turn toward Ishida Uryū."
"Who is he? What powers does he possess? What does he intend?"
"In this way, every one of their actions becomes restricted."
"That man now has no choice but to dedicate himself wholly to Your Majesty."
"Even if he realizes this manipulation-it will be too late to oppose it."
"I see," the maid said softly, bowing her head. "I understand. Please rest, Lord Haschwalth."
Haschwalth nodded and stepped past her into the room.
Their conversation did not go unheard. Hidden above them, Yuta crouched on the roof, listening intently. Nothing spoken within several dozen meters could escape his hearing.
Yhwach choosing Ishida Uryū as his successor served another purpose-Sanctification.
Yhwach could directly sanctify half-blood Quincies, but pure-blood Quincies could not undergo the same process. To them, he must first give his power-and then take it back later. In truth, it was nothing but lending blood that would one day be reclaimed.
For Uryū, the gift was dangerous. The blood lent to him would eventually have to be returned. Yhwach intended to split his own blood and merge it into Ishida Uryū's body to test whether the boy could be sanctified-removing him as an unstable element in the process. Whether it succeeded or failed, Yhwach would lose nothing in the end.
Yuta eased back into the shadows and vanished from the Silbern, reappearing within the Soul Society. From below, it would appear as though he had stepped straight out of darkness itself, the rippling shade dispersing behind him like disturbed water.
Now, it was only a matter of waiting for Yhwach's second invasion-and the climb to the Soul King Palace.
Yuta tilted his gaze toward the night sky. Above the stars, beyond realms unseen, he could almost feel the presence of the Soul King watching silently from his palace far above.
Was this the time that he would finally meet the Soul King?
What secrets of this world awaited him there?
And how could he return someday to earth?
Perhaps those ultimate answers lay hidden in that place-the Soul King's domain.
As those thoughts circled his mind, Yuta arrived at the Twelfth Division barracks.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh-!"
"Stop right there!"
"Move aside! Everyone, clear the way!"
"Catch him!"
An enormous creature burst out of the division's gates like a storm. It barreled across the courtyard and collided directly with Kurosaki Ichigo, sending him sprawling into the ground.
Ichigo groaned, pushing himself up with irritation. He had just sparred briefly with Chad when the thing came out of nowhere and slammed into him. Looking up, he saw the strange sight before him-a huge, muscular, yellow creature towering over him.
"You… who are you?" Ichigo demanded.
At that, the yellow creature's eyes widened in mock disbelief. "Who am I? Ichigo! Even if we haven't seen each other in so long, you don't have to pretend you don't know me! Look closely!"
"Please," it continued dramatically, "you should recognize me!"
"My adorable little face!"
"My irresistible charm!"
"My perfectly cute look!"
"I am Kon-sama!"
Kon struck his usual ridiculous pose with both hands on his hips.
Ichigo hesitated before sighing heavily. "Kon? Yeah, I remember you-but how the hell did you get this big?"
"Shut up! Don't talk down to me! Just listen, Ichigo-the suffering I've gone through lately-"
Beep!
Nemu Kurotsuchi pressed the control button in her hand. Kon instantly shrank back to his normal size with a squeak. She looked up calmly. "Situation under control."
"Alright, everyone return to your posts," Yuta ordered the Twelfth Division members surrounding them. "Let Kon follow Kurosaki Ichigo for now."
"Yes, Captain!" the Shinigami responded in unison before dispersing.
Standing beside him, Nemu bowed slightly. "Captain Yuta, according to the regulations of the Central 46, the Mod Soul was to be captured and destroyed, since research on the Gikongan has been prohibited…"
She briefly reported the details of the situation. Yuta glanced at Kon thoughtfully.
Artificial souls like Kon generally lacked the capacity for growth. However, this one in particular seemed to possess unusual awareness and adaptability-similar in some ways to Nemu herself, though not nearly as refined.
"Wah!" Kon, now back to his small plush body, jumped toward Yuta's leg and clung to it tearfully. "Lord Yuta! You're finally back! You don't know how horrible it was in the Twelfth Division! It's been torture! If you hadn't come, I'd have been trapped in that gross, muscular body forever! Do you know how ugly that was?!"
Kon sobbed uncontrollably, wiping his tears-and snot-on the hem of Yuta's hakama.
Yuta stood there for a moment, silent, then exhaled faintly and picked the ragged plush up by the scruff of its neck. He tossed it toward Ichigo.
"Ichigo."
"Huh-?!"
Ichigo barely caught Kon before flinching in disgust as the wet cloth doll tried to hug his chest. "What the-Kon! Get off me! Why are you crying?! And why do you even have snot-?!"
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