Currently, in a glorious and beautiful white hall, with a large marble dais of the same color surrounding the center of the entire room, a particular scene unfolds, something that does not commonly occur in this enigmatic room.
Standing in the center of this glorious hall, a beautiful young woman with silver hair, dressed in a white formal men's suit, pink shirt and a blue tie, the same shade as her beautiful eyes, has an expression unbecoming of her divine beauty, being somewhat pale considering her light skin tone.
Behind her stand two abstract beings, made entirely of light, distinguished by large silver wings. Appearing even more imposing than they appear, these beings wield a rare and enormous type of spear with a third arm emerging from what can be interpreted as their backs.
On the large platform surrounding the albino and those beings, there are 6 people, who are not really people, they only took that form in order to have proper communication with the invader to her sacred place of deliberation.
This particular group consists of four women and two men who are almost as old as the universe itself, just a little less, yet they look far older than they are, reflecting a youthful 20 to 25 years of age, with perfect physiques and being the very definition of beauty incarnate for their respective genders. However, one of the men is the exception, being heavier than all his companions, a choice he made to be that way.
Returning to the unfolding situation, four of these beings gaze with interest and a touch of awe at the peculiar scene before them. It has been many centuries since they last held a Judgment as a Divine Council; all this time they have spent wandering throughout creation, mingling with the mortal children of the True God, experiencing firsthand the intriguing nature of all the versions of a single being across the Multiverse. The two remaining beings who comprise this Divine Council, and who play an active role in the scene, have differing feelings, yet share one: surprise.
One of those two beings, the other man who is part of the Divine Council, standing in his place, has a mixture of indignation and intense anger towards the young woman in the center of the room.
Not only does that ridiculous goddess defend a childish, stupid, and foolish belief, in her opinion, but she has the nerve to question the decision of this all-powerful existential governing body, adding insult to injury by belittling and insulting him, a superior and divine man.
Only a woman could be capable of generating such senseless and stupid reasoning. The only women who deserve her respect and admiration are her colleagues on the Council, for all they have demonstrated throughout the eons they have shared, and above all because the one who created them made her see the value of his esteemed companions. The rest of the women are merely beings with enough reasoning to serve the great male being, and they do so with difficulty.
On the other hand, the other participant in the scene, who had passed judgment on the albino girl, was extremely worried about the same young woman. Centuries ago, when the one in charge of the Council told her that she was going to raise a baby demigoddess, she objected. It was obvious to her that it was just one of his many distractions and that after 50 years he would get bored with the little girl and abandon her, as he had done with so many other whims.
It wasn't fair to the demigoddess girl at that time, who had lost her mother. However, to the surprise of many, he raised her until she ascended to Goddess and became an Accuser-rank Goddess, one of the most important roles on this site. He has to admit that he saw great potential in the albino girl when she was being trained to be an Accuser Goddess, but after a couple of centuries of her serving and rising to rank B, she betrayed the trust he had in her, the trust in her sound judgment.
Despite having developed a very radical feminist belief, he had faith that the young woman would recover before this had a negative impact, but it didn't. Regardless of having developed a slight feeling of favoritism toward the albino, he ordered his second-in-command to pass judgment on his daughter. And, despite the small pain it would cause him, he preferred to do it himself rather than let the chauvinist in the group do it, only making things worse... Exactly what's happening now.
Noticing this great tide of feelings that sweeps the main actors in this scene in total silence, the one called OTheóstisYparxis by Nara, his adopted daughter, laughs slightly.
• What's wrong, dear Divine Council? Did a cat eat your tongue? - Walking up to the albino woman, he says this in a mocking tone. However, sensing the blow that might come from his secretary, he clears his throat and continues speaking. - I know my presence at Council meetings and trials isn't very frequent, but you shouldn't behave like this when I appear. - Looking at them all, and saying this in a relatively serious tone, he feels relieved to have been spared that possible blow.
But, without any hesitation, the woman called Aftí, hits the man she called Apólyto hard with her tablet, after which she walks in front of him. • Despite Apólyto-sama's lack of tact and impertinence, he is right. - As if scolding children for misbehaving, the woman says this with a firm and strong posture. - You are those who make up the Divine Council; you cannot be surprised and unmoved just because your irresponsible leader attends a Trial. What you were supposed to do upon sensing our presence was to greet us respectfully and continue with what little remains of the Trial. So, following that line of behavior, Good Day, Divine Council. - Ending this formal greeting with a small bow, as if this lapse had never existed, Aftí returns to her place behind him.
All those mentioned could only become even more paralyzed than they were moments ago. It's true that he is the multiversal creator and that each and every one of the Council owes him enormous respect, admiration, and loyalty; however, they fear her more, because she is capable of manipulating him.
The man who had tried to punish Nara could only shrink back as soon as her scolding ended, for she was the woman he respected most and perhaps the only one he considered a true Goddess. She was even the only one he respected almost as much as his creator.
Seconds after she positioned herself behind him, in unison, the Divine Council pronounced - "We are very sorry, One and Only Sovereign. Our fault has only caused you annoyance, that is why this, the Divine Council, asks for your divine absolution, Oh Great One and Only True... And also Good Day Aftí-sama" - Pronouncing this last part with a slightly more insecure tone and different from the one shown just a few seconds ago, the entire Council had their faces against the platform, with a bow that could only be called exaggerated.
Sighing softly, Aftí simply nods to them, and as if they could see her bowing, they simultaneously straighten and pay their respects once more to the one who had been with him from the beginning. Chuckling slightly at the sight of the Divine Council showing more respect to his secretary than to him, he merely gestures to the tall creatures behind Nara, who bow and return to their places.
"By the way, thanks for covering for me, Dai-chan." Turning to the second-in-command of the Council, he bowed his head slightly, and she smiled, thinking her best friend was hopeless. She'd repay him later with a few things she wanted to see in her creation. "Now, why all the fuss, Dansei-kun?" Looking at the man who had almost punished the albino girl, he became somewhat flustered as he spoke to her.
• Yes sir!! What happened is that this immature girl insulted us by doubting the judgment given by you, Oh great Apólyto-sama!! Furthermore, she insulted great masculinity with her stupid feminist attitude!! - With the pose of a private speaking to a general, the man says these words in a strong but somewhat nervous tone.
The women present wanted to say something against that "stupid feminist attitude," but they knew they couldn't. The girl behaved in such a way that it was impossible to defend her.
Upon hearing the man's words, the confused Nara quickly reached a firm conclusion for herself. That was why this trial had been conducted this way... He knew what he had done, and, being the deceitful man he was, he was simply indignant that one of his own kind should be punished in such a manner.
Adoptive father, a piece of shit. Connecting the dots quickly and in a way that defied common sense, Nara's skin regained its normal tone, even turning slightly red with anger. This whole charade only reinforced the albino girl's belief that she wouldn't trust any disgusting, vile male creature.
• SO IT WAS YOU, YOU DAMN OLD MAN!!! I KNEW YOU WERE JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE DISGUSTING MALE CHAUVINISTS!!! YOU ONLY FELT THREATENED BY ME, A POWERFUL WOMAN DESTINED FOR GREATNESS, AND FELT A DAMN COMPANIONSHIP WITH THE DISGUSTING PERVERTED MAN I PUNISHED!!! ISN'T THAT RIGHT, YOU DAMN FILTHY PIG?!!! - Exploding in anger, Nara screams this completely out of control, to the point of grabbing the object of her anger by the clothes. How can this thing be the creator of everything that exists? It's because of this monstrosity that disgustingly promiscuous beings like that filthy perverted otaku exist. Nara is certain that if a woman had created everything, it would be perfect and at peace. Why not eliminate this useless fool and let the glorious Aftí-sama rule existence...?
Delving deeper into that idea, going on a much darker and more senseless train of thought, the albino is abruptly pulled from her deep thoughts by feeling a genuine murderous intent from the One and Only True One, as well as a somewhat less intense intention belonging to the woman who had judged her and to that man who dared to insult her.
However, it wasn't just those the albino noticed who were sending a bloodlust her way; everyone in the Divine Council stared intently at Nara as if that gaze were meant to kill her. The albino understood why those inferior beings looked at her that way when one of their own was attacked, but why were her sisters directing such murderous intent toward her...? Why was the One and Only True One trying to defend this worthless piece of shit...?
Unable to contain the rage that gripped her, evident in the trembling of her right eyebrow, Aftí adjusted her reading glasses and prepared to eliminate the Ex-Goddess who dared to insult the One and Only True One in such a way. Although she had felt a slight affection for her, like a little daughter, that affection was extinguished when she saw the albino spit those words at the being who had raised her and given her everything she was.
It was final; she had earned her own death. Almost the same thought ran through the minds of the other two, who were directing their bloodlust toward Nara, with slight differences, of course. However, her immense bloodlust was stopped by a gesture of his hand, calming it instantly. Then, only a mocking smile formed on his face.
"Well, well... If it isn't my sweet little feminazi daughter..." Just as she was about to demand to know why they were being stopped, the council's second-in-command and the man who had almost punished Nara let out a heavy sigh and slowly calmed down. Aftí, on the other hand, obeyed the instant he raised his hand, banishing the anger and bloodlust within her. "Do you think I planned all this to eliminate you?" This time, his tone a little more serious than it had been a few seconds ago, he looked at Nara over the top of his glasses.
• WHAT OTHER EXPLANATION COULD THERE BE?!!! YOU JUST FELT THREATENED BY MY GREATNESS!!! - Still shouting this, the albino girl grips his clothes even tighter, but he gives her a light tap on the hand, and she lets go with a sharp pain... And now he dares to attack her... Nara thinks, without noticing the slight tic Aftí had when she saw her make that movement.
"Uh-huh. So tell me, continuing with your crazy story, why the hell did I raise you all this time if I feel threatened by your 'Greatness'?"... - Making a somewhat exaggerated gesture with his hands in air quotes when he said "greatness," he said this in a rather serious tone. Before the albino could argue against it, he spoke. "Keep in mind that I am 'The All-Encompassing God.' You can't tell me I didn't know about this greatness when I started raising you, and don't suggest that my upbringing was meant to control it. You were practically like a bird the whole time we lived together..." - Leaving her completely silent, since those were the arguments she had thought of, Nara just glared at him furiously and was about to blurt out a hastily prepared excuse, accompanied by a few curses, but he spoke first again.
"Believe me, I'd love to hear all the anti-patriarchy insults you have in your repertoire, but there's no time to waste." With one hand, stopping the barrage of insults his adopted daughter was about to unleash, he said this in his typical somewhat mocking and nonchalant tone. "What you really should blurt out is that question that's been on your mind… That question you've wanted to ask ever since Dai-chan told you my judgment…" Stepping back a little from Nara, he began to slowly walk around the albino girl. Nara doesn't bother to follow him with her eyes... It's true, that question formed in her heart immediately upon hearing that illogical and ridiculous judgment. Despite him being a disgusting man, he was right; she needs someone, anyone, to answer her.
• Why do they want to strip me of my title, and everything I am, if I do my job correctly? - Almost as a whisper, Nara says this, lowering her head slightly.
She honestly doesn't understand; she's simply bringing the full force of justice down on those wicked beings who dared to defile a woman. In her opinion, for all her honest and hard work over the past few decades, she should have been given a higher rank.
"I see you still can't quite grasp it, can you?" he said, his tone a mix of mockery and seriousness, as he continued pacing around the albino woman, glancing at her in fleeting glances. "I entrusted you with the task of Accuser because I saw you had an innate talent for judging people, just like your mother. In these 318 years that you've fulfilled this duty, I've sent you countless mortals, most of them the most depraved individuals I could find, and I must say you made a completely fair and impartial judgment with each and every one of them. However, Andrew Parker Wilson was something of a trial by fire for you." Hearing this, Nara's mind went blank...
What do you mean, a trial by fire...? That's totally ridiculous... A goddess like her can't possibly have to be tested, can she? Isn't that right?!
"Sooner or later, the Accusing Gods are given a test, and in this case, you, my dear daughter, failed it." With a somber and serious tone, one that many present hadn't heard for millennia, he said this, stopping in front of the albino girl. "I know what you're thinking, 'Where did I go wrong if that mortal was a test?' It's very simple. Andrew Parker Wilson of Universe I-198 deserved salvation and a good rest." Nara could only frown upon hearing this absurdity.
If he were speaking in his usual carefree tone, she wouldn't pay him any mind, but now he's speaking in a tone of voice she's never heard before. If she's honest, it frightens her a little, yet deep down she feels that this voice is never wrong.
• B-But, that's not possible... He was just a damn closet pervert, a disgusting fat otaku who dared to look at me with a clear obscene instinct... - Saying this in a somewhat unsure voice, Nara looks towards him who only gives a heavy sigh.
• This is where the most important question of my and Dai-chan's trial comes in. Did you bother to read her entire file? - Looking at her through those reflective lenses, the albino feels that gaze as if those lenses don't exist, as if that gaze is penetrating her soul...
Slightly shaking her head, Nara still stares at him, confused... All those perverts only have the black file, so when she found out that Andrew Parker Wilson had an extra file, she didn't pay attention and only focused on the documents that emphasized that he was a gigantic closet pervert.
• Very well. - Materializing a file in each of his hands, he now holds a black file in his right hand and a white file in his left. Joining his two hands, these files combine into a silvery light, forming a single file of a light gray color. - In the fifteenth lesson of Accusing Gods Junior, they teach you about the colors of a mortal's file, and according to your class reports, you were the best. Now tell me, what does this light gray indicate?
Right now, Nara can't answer the question, completely stunned. What he said is true; she was the best in her class of Junior Accuser Gods, able to identify any slight shade of color in any file and conclude what awaited the mortal... That light gray was for those who obtained salvation and eternal rest by only the tiniest margin, something far too strange these days... But that's not possible... Not for that guy... It's utterly impossible...
"That makes no sense! H-H-H-H… Did you read everything that pig saw and sexually gratified himself with? How can such a filthy, cowardly, and disgusting mortal achieve salvation?" Nara said, completely incredulous and even more confused than she had been moments earlier.
"That is the thing." With a smile that could only be described as mischievous, he continued, "That mortal was so good and so innocent in his daily life that it is hard to believe he saw everything this document says." Laughing heartily, he tossed the document toward the albino woman, who stood even more bewildered.
Taking the file that fell in front of her, Nara began to read it and, as if it were a joke, found herself once again extremely shocked by each phrase written on the first pages of the light gray folder.
"Yes, I know. How can a kid who has seen a combination of scat, shotacon, and futana be so innocent? In this world, very few dream of having a loving wife, healthy children, and being happy with them. Who in their right mind says they are waiting for the perfect woman to appear? Especially in these times.
"Maybe he talks about some of those perversions with his friends, but deep down he knows it is very wrong. He knows it so well that in his nightly prayers he apologizes to the God of that universe. And you have to emphasize that part about nightly prayers. Who does that in these times? Especially a nineteen year old idiot.
"Anyway, I could go on highlighting many more ridiculously good things the kid has done, but it would only make him look like a fool for his naivete and kindness."
Letting out a few chuckles, he took the file from a shocked and paralyzed Nara.
"Now I hope you understand the reason for the judgment meted out upon you. And yes, I gave you all those judgments so you would face this test as unprepared as possible, because as I told you from the very beginning when you were an F Rank Accusing Goddess, there is always an exception."
Saying this almost in a whisper, he turned his back on Nara and vanished, surprising everyone except Aftí. He reappeared at the highest point of the platform, the place that rightfully belonged to him. Just as he was about to announce the albino's punishment, she spoke first.
"Anyone can make a mistake. You told me that yourself once." Her head bowed, Nara spoke with tears in her eyes. She still could not believe she had been wrong to judge that filthy pervert so harshly, but she could not let the opportunity slip away to punish those filthy dogs, the same kind who had murdered her mother.
And if she had to kneel before a man, then she would do it with all the disgust, anger, and indignation boiling inside her, just so she could continue fulfilling the true purpose of her existence.
She opened her mouth to continue. She wanted to repeat what he had told her centuries ago when she was still a child, that no one is perfect. But he spoke first.
"That is true. I told you that when you turned ten, with me by your side. But I also told you that Accusing Gods must be the best version of themselves, striving for their own perfection, from the moment you became an Accusing Goddess Rank E."
Looking at his daughter with regret as she tried to make excuses to escape her punishment, he sighed. She would likely continue making excuses, new ones, old ones, anything to delay what she knew was coming. So he cut her off with something no one else needed to remember except the two of them.
"Aftí, remind me. How many have been wrong in the Dikastirio?" he asked, referring to the great hall where mortals were judged. Turning his gaze to her, he watched as she nodded and adjusted her reading glasses.
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"There have only been three cases where an Accusing God has erred." Speaking loudly to everyone present, Aftí made the tablet disappear from her hands, and three images of two women and a man appeared in the air. Curiously, these images were in black and white. "The first was a Rank C+ Accusing Goddess, Yoku; the second was a Rank A Accusing God, Bunmyaku; and finally, a Rank S Accusing Goddess, Okiniiri. Would you like me to explain the error in each case?" Pointing to each image, Aftí said this, looking at him. He nodded and winked at her, causing the woman involved to sigh wearily.
Fortunately, Aftí displayed these paintings in a position where Nara also had a full view of those who had also erred, but what surprised her most were the ranks of the last two. A and S, some of the highest ranks an Accuser God can attain. How could those who almost reached the top fall in such a way?
"Starting with the former C+ Rank Accusing Goddess, Yoku, she committed the grave offense of judging and punishing a mortal from universe A 873, despite the fact that he deserved salvation. According to the record, the former Accusing Goddess Yoku punished this mortal for being extremely unclean, in other words, a person with extremely poor hygiene, as this former Goddess had an obsession with cleanliness as great as the mortal's lack of hygiene. The ultimate punishment imposed by the former Goddess Yoku was that the mortal in question would reincarnate as a foul smelling, filthy, and poisonous slime in a dungeon deadly to any mortal in the world involved. Living for a relatively longer time than a mortal is accustomed to, this unjustly punished mortal suffered until his death, 378 years after his reincarnation."
Upon hearing this, Nara could only be somewhat stunned. How could that woman punish the mortal for something as insignificant as a lack of hygiene?
Upon hearing the punishment inflicted on the mortal, the albino woman thought that since he was accustomed to filth, he would simply have to adapt to the environment, until Aftí said that he only suffered.
"Over eight thousand years ago, 8,857 years to be exact, a Divine Judgment and Punishment was imposed by the Divine Council, present here, upon the former Accusing Goddess Yoku, stripping her of her title and reincarnating her in the sword of a hero who died melted by the breath of an Acid Dragon from the same Dungeon where the mortal was sent. The aforementioned sword did not melt at the moment of the hero's death; it became filled with the hero's remains, and days later a slime melted the sword within its body for over a month."
Still maintaining her neutral tone and glancing at everyone present, like a skilled presenter, Aftí moved her hand slightly, and the image of the woman presented as the Accusing Goddess Yoku changed to a sword. Unlike the previous image, this one was in color, and every notch of that beautiful sword could be seen in detail.
Nara was speechless. That was so… honestly, I could not say if it was fair or just too much.
"The second case involves the former A rank Accusing God, Bunmyaku, who erred in judging and punishing a mortal from universe V 686, even though this mortal deserved salvation. According to the record, Bunmyaku imposed a Supreme Punishment upon this mortal for having ended the lives of 20,132 mortals in the same universe. Initially, this concept and punishment would seem correct; however, Bunmyaku failed to consider a crucial factor when judging the mortal: the context surrounding universe V 686. As most present know, this universe is far more brutal and savage than the vast majority of surrounding universes, making it unique. Despite the passage of eons, savagery and physical brutality remain a valid way of life within this universe. Taking into account the aforementioned factor, that mortal had to sacrifice 20,132 lives to save 6,854,021,654 lives, which is almost the entire population of the planet where he was born and lived, including his own life among those sacrificed, leaving behind a wife and three daughters, but safe."
"However, the former god Bunmyaku did not consider this and forced him to reincarnate as a small child born to a person considered evil. After six years, the mortal's parents were defeated and killed. The mortal was sold into slavery and bought by a nobleman with sexual tendencies toward children. The mortal died again, this time of starvation, in an orgy, having not eaten for almost a week with the excuse that, to quote the nobleman, when he's hungry, his hole gets tighter."
Reading these last words from a small tablet that suddenly materialized, Aftí looked at everyone present in case anyone had any doubts, doing so more for the albino who was now only shocked, not by the Supreme Punishment imposed, but by a logical step for Nara herself.
How could a god who reached that level not study the context of the universe? It's supposed to be done every time a mortal is judged. He probably gained excessive self confidence because of his rank.
"5934 years ago, the Divine Judgment and Punishment of the former Rank A Accusing God, Bunmyaku, was carried out by this existential governing body, giving him as his Supreme Punishment the removal of his title and reincarnation as a sex toy that was used to rape multiple mortals between the ages of 2 and 10, until a hero burned all these lustful contraptions, ending the existence of that sex toy after 50 years of frequent daily use."
Changing the image, with a gesture of his hand, from the man to a wooden sex toy, this time in color, Aftí clears his throat slightly and the one who almost punished Nara leaps from the platform and materializes a pitcher and a glass, pouring water and giving it to Aftí, who gracefully thanks him and drinks the contents of the glass.
As this scene unfolded, the albino's mind processed all the information that had just reached her. Despite being a man, she still questioned whether these punishments against the Ex Gods were just or simply disproportionate. However, thinking a little more, her blood ran cold. What punishment awaited her?
"And finally, the most recent case is that of the former S Rank Accusing Goddess, Okiniiri, who judged and punished a mortal from universe F 109, even though they deserved salvation. According to the record, Okiniiri imposed the Supreme Punishment on a mortal from universe F 109 because the mortal possessed a beauty far superior to her own. Apparently, in the last few centuries of Okiniiri's reign, she developed a profound sense of vanity and exaggerated confidence in her physical appearance, to the point of being called the most beautiful Accusing Goddess in Existence by many other gods."
"Upon encountering the mortal from universe F 109, she immediately realized that the mortal's beauty and purity surpassed her own. So, she decided to disregard all the criteria that had made her an S Rank and simply reincarnated the mortal as an insect with an unimaginable appearance, making her a floor boss in a beginner's dungeon. The insect perished before a rising hero, who was extremely handsome, though he became overconfident and, after defeating the insect, failed to realize that its blood was toxic upon leaving its body. The hero and his group perished along with the insect from the poisonous gases emanating from its blood."
Explaining this, maintaining the neutral tone with which she began this exposition, Aftí says this while pointing to the painting of the last Ex Goddess. Nara has to admit that that woman looked absolutely beautiful, but she never expected someone of her caliber to perform such an action, especially one so foolish.
"1577 years ago, the Divine Judgment and Punishment was carried out for the former S Rank Accusing Goddess, Okiniiri, by the Divine Council and myself. As an S Rank Accusing Goddess, she required a much more specific and precise judgment, according to Apólyto sama's opinion, resulting in the application of the Supreme Punishment. This consisted of stripping her of her title and reincarnating her as the same mortal she judged. She endured the entire experience of being raped, tried for witchcraft, and physically and psychologically abused until death overtook her and she was judged by herself, repeating an endless cycle that continues to this day in a pocket dimension that I, Aftí, personally maintain."
"The original soul of the mortal rests, as do those of the previous ones who were only wrongly judged."
Leaving Nara nearly speechless, Aftí finished her presentation by pointing to the portrait of the former goddess, changing the image to a beautiful young woman, much more beautiful than before. After this, Aftí bowed slightly to those present.
The albino wonders if all these Supreme Punishments applied to the Ex Accusing Gods are too much. But the punishment for this Ex Goddess seems fair to her, since she was selfish and foolish enough to throw away her glorious work for something as ridiculous as vanity. However, the other punishments for the other two… well, they don't seem quite right to her. After all, they are, or were, Accusing Gods; they carry much more weight than mere mortals.
Finding a new argument that will surely get her out of this silly mess, Nara is prepared to continue pleading for her acquittal. However, another thought leads her to a point that takes her breath away. What punishment awaits her if this trial continues? Sticking to her previous argument, she doesn't understand why she's being tried, just because of that disgusting creature. He was just a perverted otaku who hasn't done anything important in his entire life. Unlike her, who has brought punishment upon those perverse, lustful men who harm powerful women.
The value of her own existence and that of that wretched man are incomparable. Smiling slightly, having found a point of reference, the albino woman raises her gaze to the old man, who thanks Aftí, praising her presentation for being so dynamic, in his words.
• So, my little feminazi girl, did you understand the reason for this trial? Focusing again on the young woman, he looks at her, noticing those bright eyes that she has precisely when she has an idea... Here we go again...
"I think the first Supreme Punishments were a bit of an overreaction." Clearing her throat, the albino woman moved a little closer to the platform, facing the old man directly. "The reason I think they were excessive is the same reason I think this Trial is unnecessary. Life, destiny, everything that is a mortal—"
"Let me guess, let me guess..." Interrupting the albino, he says this in a mocking voice, almost bursting into laughter. "Is the existence of an Accusing God more important, much more significant, than the existence of a mere mortal?" Seeing the albino's bewildered expression, he laughs loudly.
Nara doesn't understand why he's reacting this way and turns to look at the second-in-command, seeing her sigh and shake her head slightly. Puzzled by this gesture, Nara turns to where Aftí is and sees that she has her usual neutral expression; however, the albino notices her give a small, disappointed sigh.
"You must be confused." With a mocking tone, he drew the albino girl's attention, who quickly turned to face him. "You thought that might help you, but the truth is, that kind of thinking is for the mediocre. The former Goddess Okiniiri said the same thing when she received her sentence." Paralyzed by these words, Nara stared at him incredulously, a strange pain in her chest that she couldn't explain. "Child, thanks to them your position exists, and it's thanks to us that they are judged, which brings many benefits to a weary soul. It's a symbiotic, dependent relationship, if you will. I took it for granted that it was obvious to a girl like you, but, to be honest, you've just lost the trust I had in you. I truly thought that with time you would realize this self-destructive attitude and change it, but seeing that you came up with the most obvious and mediocre argument imaginable, I have no choice but to pronounce judgment." A hammer can be heard hitting the platform.
She had never seen him act like that before... And she didn't know why, but after he said this, an intense pain surged in the albino girl's chest and uncontrollable tears streamed from her eyes... His cruel words hurt her like she never imagined.
• Nara, daughter of Haour and daughter of the being known as He Who Created All That Is Known and Unknown, this, the Divine Council, sentences you to the Supreme Punishment for the arbitrary judgment against the mortal Andrew Parker Wilson, of universe I-198. This Supreme Punishment will consist of the removal of your title as Accusing Goddess Rank B and a reincarnation. Hearing this, Nara wants to object, wants to say something to save herself, but that deep and serious voice only tells her that she has no more escape, nothing can save her from this Judgment...
Perhaps... Just perhaps, he could have been wrong...
Justice is relative. What is true justice? Not even I can give you a definition now. According to the definition I gave the Accusing Gods hundreds of eons ago, justice is the triumph of Good over Evil, but what is Evil? And more importantly, what is Good?... In every universe, in every mortal, this concept varies, and if one mortal dispenses their justice upon others, it will be seen as wrong by those others, ending in true conflict. That is why we exist; we have that power, that unique ability to know the true justice that surrounds mortals, and after death, to give that mortal specific treatment based on what we can call justice. That is why they are mortals and we are Gods, because we can do what they cannot, because we are those they trust to be just according to their own concept of justice. It is as the boy said in the Prologue, which should be called the first chapter: the Gods are that which humanity can never attain.
With a serious and profound tone, he said this, looking at Nara in the same way he had looked at her when he gave her those little talks that shaped a part of her personality. "Did you do the right thing by letting your feelings guide you and judging the boy for being a pervert? It's true that punishing such people is the reason for your existence, but you also have to recognize that beneath all that depravity there's something more, and in the boy's case, well, it was what saved him."
As he finished speaking, the six people on the platform generated a sphere of pure white energy in the palm of their left hands. It was about the size of a baseball, and after a few seconds in the hands of the Council members, these spheres rose toward him.
He received them with a much larger one, made of such a bright and beautiful light that Nara was simply amazed, wondering how he had created it so instantly...
Surrounding his energy sphere, smaller spheres swirled around it for a few seconds and merged with it. Contrary to what one might expect, the sphere he held shrank until he could only hold it with his index finger, just like the sphere the albino woman created when she reincarnated the pervert.
Suddenly appearing before Nara, he gazed silently at her as she wept and clutched his chest.
"I hope you learn your lesson, little one." Slowly bringing the energy sphere closer, he said this as Nara closed her eyes. She still felt she hadn't been entirely wrong, but expressing her feelings wouldn't do any good. Even though that filthy mortal dared to look at her in such a disgusting way, and despite everything he'd done to women, he deserved no forgiveness. The truth is... that maybe...
"See you later. Say hello to your lovely new family for me." Saying this with a mischievous smile, he inserted the sphere into Nara's head. She took a few moments to understand the old man's words; for a moment she was going to curse him and stop him... But everything went black for the albino, causing all sensation to leave her body.
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I'm currently taking a mini-exam in my room while Midori-san is in front of me, checking if I'm answering correctly. It's good that you supervise your student, but seriously, it's really uncomfortable when you stare so intently as I type... Anyway, it's been another year and a half since I first spoke, and I have to say it's been a real pain.
I'm almost three years old and I have the knowledge of a fifteen-year-old noblewoman, according to the statistics Mother mentioned a week ago. For the first four months, Midori-san taught me everything related to the language. I learned to write completely, all the symbols pertaining to the modern demonic language, correct pronunciation, fluency, and other things.
The next six months I learned manners. Like how to sit, speak elegantly, eat at the table properly and many other things that frankly were just a pain in the ass. Thank goodness this new brain is a sponge because if it were my old brain, we would have spent much longer on manners.
According to Mother, it took her three years to learn etiquette because she always made mistakes in small details, and Venelana-sama was always scolding her. But in my case, I always show elegance and fluidity when I perform any movement I was taught. Honestly, I don't know what she means by "fluidity and elegance." I just imitate what I was taught. I have to admit that, since my past life, whenever I repeated a movement for a certain amount of time—a few hours—my body would automatically replicate it whenever I wanted. For example, once I had to learn a dance routine for school, and at the official performance, I was praised for exactly that: "fluidity and elegance," even though I was distracted for most of the performance.
But this new body is incredible; those "a few hours" turned into a few minutes. I don't know how or why, but the mannerisms were so easy to replicate. I can only say they felt natural to me. And the formal dancing, well, that was something else. It was even worse. "What great elegance, fluidity, and rhythm you show, sweetheart!" Mother shouted about half an hour into rehearsing the choreography. I mean, I'm not complaining that this tedious process is being accelerated by this prodigious body, but it scares me that someday someone even better will appear. You know what they say, there's always someone better.
Anyway, let's leave silly worries for my future self. The point is, the etiquette classes were very productive, according to my parents. It was funny when they told me Dad took seven years to learn this and still makes mistakes often. I guess not all versions of myself have the same talents.
The next five months were spent in dressmaking, makeup, hairstyling, and a bit of cooking. Cooking was incredibly easy, since I love to cook and did it daily in my past life, so there wasn't much of a problem with that. But at first I thought the rest wouldn't be a big deal, but no kidding, makeup is a truly confusing science, knowing what dress to wear is a real struggle, and hairstyling is by far the worst. During those months I was taught by Kushimi-Okassan and other Maids who specialize in the aforementioned areas and dress Mother and Kushimi-Okassan.
Although I must admit it was a lot of fun studying, since the brunette herself was my model, which was quite a challenge for me. I didn't want to ruin her face or her beautiful hair, and the first few days with my cheap attempts at makeup were horrendous, or that time I cut too much of her hair. I apologized to her a lot every time I messed up, but she just laughed and gave me lots of cuddles and kisses, with the excuse that that would be good compensation.
Something that didn't go according to plan was my first steps, since I had to take them around the middle of my language classes, when I was almost a year and a half old. This was all because Midori-san, Mother, and Kushimi-Okassan pressured me to do it while they were playing with me so as not to fall behind in my classes.
One of those times, I have to confess I felt a little scared when that trio gave Counterpart-chan a deathly look when he told them to stop doing that once when the four of us were playing, something I agreed with. I don't think it's good to do that to a girl focused on studying and not so much on walking, much less to a lazybones like me.
At the moment of that otherworldly look directed at Father, which frightened him and, incidentally, me, they immediately realized they had frightened me too. Mother and Kushimi-Okassan wept intensely and begged for forgiveness... Yes... They're still doing that after all this time, which I don't think they should continue doing...
But it's good to know that even though they're so strict about schoolwork and stuff, they're still the silly girls I know and love. Although, thinking about it, those first steps were fine since I planned to take them when I was two or so, so it's not a big deal. After all, I have no idea at what age a normal kid takes their first steps.
And, coming to the present, in the last 3 months I've learned about the history and modernity of the Underworld in general. All of this includes how Demons have influenced the rest of the world, the Great War of the three factions against the two celestial dragons, the Evil Pieces, the 72 demon houses, and many other things that appear in the novel, except for the "Great Gremory War," described as a great loss and tragedy in the history of the Underworld, just like the first Great War.
I have to add that Ichiei Ishibumi-sensei, author of the DxD novel, saved us from a long, tedious history lesson; I almost died during the first two months...
The current situation is very similar to the light novel's setting before Issei appeared. The Maos, the relationship between Demons and Angels and Fallen Angels, and I imagine the death of the God of the Bible as well, although the latter is just speculation.
Although there's one detail that's very... shocking, at least to me. According to a lesson Midori-san gave me, Maou Lucifer severed all ties with the Gremory family when he started the war against his younger sister. According to the blonde, Sirzechs was so disappointed in her and her family that he took refuge in the Bael family, even going so far as to change his hair color. He's now a male version of Venelana-sama, in my opinion.
That explains why Venelana-sama had to rely on Mother to cope with her daughter's death, since Zeoticus also died after the Great Gremory War ended, sort of paying the price for the actions of the head of the family at that time, Rias, in case anyone has forgotten. All of this really surprised me when I heard it; I didn't expect Sirzechs's reaction at all, given that he's described in the novel as a siscon, meaning someone with immense love for his younger sister.
To be honest, I don't believe what that book says is 100% true since I've been through those old manipulators of the Underworld Council, so when I see Sirzechs and he depends on me, I'll ask him directly, because I'm as sure I'll find him in the future as I am that I'm a redhead; my name will have a big influence on that aspect, I swear.
Well, it's time. Having just finished the exam, I ask Midori-san to check it. She just smiles and tries to pretend she's reading the answers... She already knows I did well... She probably wasn't even aware that she was watching me the whole time.
As for Midori-san, everything went well. Almost two months after I revealed her relationship with Father, it became official with my mothers' permission. Of course, Counterpart-chan had to make dogeza with one-ton bricks for almost a whole week. It was fun because I kept her company after my classes by feeding her junk food. It was the longest father-daughter time I've ever had with him, and I bet he enjoyed it much more than I did.
Of course Mother and Kushimi-Okassan got jealous and every day they were putting more bricks in Father's face. I apologized to him a little, although after all you also have to pay for that betrayal towards them. In my opinion, I'm a spiteful bitch, what can I say, Te ~ He.
At one point, having established this new relationship with Counterpart-chan, I asked Midori-san if she wanted me to call her Midori-Okassan or something like that, since after all she became a new member of the "Sekiryuutei Wives" Club and she is also my babysitter, the person I spend the most time with each day.
Who wouldn't consider someone like that a second mother...? Well, in this case, a third. However, she rejected this, saying that the first name I said was "Midori-san," so that one is very special to her. I immediately gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek for being so damn cute. Seriously, if I didn't look like this, she would be the cutest girl I've ever met.
Anyway, after she "verified" my exam answers, the blonde hugged me and congratulated me with a big smile, as she had already seen all my answers were correct.
• Congratulations Ria-chan! Your favorite mommy knew you'd easily pass Mido-chan's exam!
Suddenly and loudly opening the door, Kushimi-Okassan runs towards me and hugs me, rubbing her cheek against mine.
How fast news travels... Or maybe they just stayed at the door listening in detail to what was happening, which is more likely.
"Get out of my way, you silly Kushimi!!"
Pushing Kushimi aside, Mother arrives in the same manner as the dark-haired girl, also hugging me and lovingly kissing my cheek.
"Just as expected of my beloved daughter, I bet it was a piece of cake for you, beautiful!"
Taking me in her arms, Mother lifts me up and continues the session of cuddles and kisses.
Yes, these two were definitely at the door.
As soon as Mother finishes, I see Father, who simply gives me a thumbs-up. He knows that these two are going to fight over me for a while, and I'll be caught in the middle of this battle of titans, so he won't be able to congratulate me like they did. Smiling at him, I respond in kind, giving him a thumbs-up, using my tenderness.
• Hey, Ria-tan! Pay attention to us! Don't ignore your mommies for that fool who claims to be your father!
Mother says this while pinching my cheek and I turn my head. There I find Kushimi-Okassan's "angry" face and Mother's.
I would support you, but this week you spent a lot of time with me and Midori-san, so it's time I also dedicate some time to Counterpart-chan.
"It's not fair to Daddy, you selfish Mommies."
Turning my face away angrily, I jump out of Mother's arms and run towards Father, who has a bright expression and catches me in his arms, lifting me up.
Even though I already have a good grasp of the language and can recite the names of the demon houses in a poem, I don't like to talk much, only what's absolutely necessary, at least for now. Since high school, in my past life, I became a bit more withdrawn and focused on listening to others, which provided me with very interesting information, so this behavior isn't something I'm indifferent to.
Already in Father's arms, I suddenly hear two muffled noises of things hitting the floor, and when I turn around, Mother and Kushimi-Okassan are on the floor face down with small streams of water coming out of them while they shout unintelligible babble... I suppose they are apologies... When will these two stop doing that when I "get angry" with them?
I mean, in class they're ruthless and very strict, but on days off they go back to being the same old new moms. It's not that I dislike it; in fact, I find it quite amusing. But what if someone sees them? Their reputation would be completely ruined. A breath of fresh air is Counterpart-chan, who behaves the same whether it's in class or not, although I haven't seen her in class much...
After I forgave them and they gave me intense cuddle sessions, we headed to the garden. Now I'm in Father's arms and my three mothers are carrying the lunch things. That's right, today is a day of rest. The exam I was taking was the last one to pass everything related to Underworld History and Current Affairs. Now I'll have to wait to see what the next topic will be so I can become a proper Gremory Lady.
In fact, according to the dates Midori-san explained to me, we're more than on schedule, since she had anticipated it would take me 7 or 8 months to learn this. Honestly, I really pushed myself to finish this topic that bores me to tears...
I'm just waiting for magic classes to start soon, since I still can't do them. It turns out that to perform a demonic magic spell, you need to learn the structure and function of your house's magic circle—in this case, the Gremory House—which is why I couldn't put into practice the theory Midori-san explained to me when I was younger.
I actually find it very curious, since I can't do magic without a magic circle, but I can manipulate my Destruction without it, and according to Mother, that's not possible... Perhaps I unlock something by training my element from such a young age. Currently, I can maintain a sphere of Destruction the size of my body, almost a meter, for almost 6 hours without getting tired.
I've only been able to manage this time because Midori-san wakes up very early and I dispel this crimson sphere in a few moments, although staying up all night... Sometimes I fall asleep in class and all three teachers scold me, even though I'm supposed to be with the blonde one... Don't ask me how Mother and Kushimi-Okassan arrive just as I fall asleep... But this body works very well, so I guess it doesn't require much rest to function properly...
These past few months I've been practicing making shapes with the spheres of Destruction. I've already been able to make simple things like a sword or a stick, but the level of difficulty increases horribly when I try to make something detailed and precise, like a well-made animal figure that moves freely around me... Things I'll have to practice a lot more since maybe they'll be useful someday... Or not.
Another thing I've been practicing in my free time, and when I'm completely alone—which isn't often—is making a clone of myself with Destruction, and I have to say that so far it's impossible. How the heck does Naruto make so many clones? Damn it, every time I manage to get a halfway decent form, I get distracted for a second fixing some detail, and this attempt at a clone completely loses its shape.
It's very frustrating, but as I've thought about it many times, this is a world of magic and I'm already something impossible to exist, so technically it's possible I achieved my goal; I'll just have to keep researching and trying. I could give up on creating a clone made of Destruction and look for other methods... Another matter for my future self.
However, I do want to mention another difficulty, which is more of a concern: I'm not getting tired after training with my Destruction power. I may have a decent mana reserve now, but it certainly won't be enough in the future... I'll have to increase my training somehow...
Perhaps I could produce an aura of Destruction while keeping several crimson spheres around... Or perhaps it would be better to completely master the multiple Crimson Spheres and then we would go with the aura of Destruction.
While I was thinking this, we were already in the garden and my mothers had prepared everything for lunch. When I snapped out of my thoughts, they were looking at me with curiosity. I had to ask somewhat timidly what had happened, and they just said I looked very cute concentrating. After that, everyone had a cuddle session, and we started playing in the garden.
By the way, my hair is already quite long, it almost reaches my shoulders. Mother, Kushimi-Okassan, or Midori-san ask me if I want them to cut my hair, but I absolutely refuse. I've always liked long hair on women, besides...
If I can't have my waifu anymore, I'll be the waifu!! I've always loved big, natural breasts and I'm sure I'll have them once I grow up, so that doesn't worry me, and I'll let my hair grow at least to my waist... The only thing I have to worry about is getting fat.
Now that I no longer have that respiratory ailment from my old body, it should be much easier to exercise, so I'll stay in shape. I'll have to ask Father to train me very soon, perhaps after this whole Venelana-sama trial is over.
After we played for almost an hour, we lay down on the grass and rested there for a while... I have no idea how much time passed, but I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I saw that my parents had all the lunch ready to eat, and I quickly ran to Mother, who settled me on her lap, and we started lunch outdoors.
It has now become a habit to have lunch in the garden whenever the four of us are together. I have to admit it's very fun and relaxing, making everyone forget their worries; it's quite lovely.
Just as we finished our dessert, which was divinely delicious, Kushimi-Okassan gave little claps, drawing everyone's attention.
Okay, now that everyone can hear me, I have two very important things to say; the first one.
Raising her finger, Kushimi-Okassan has an expression that I can only describe as radiant.
Ria-chan, you're going to be a wonderful big sister.
With tears freshly in her eyes, the dark-haired girl says this while giving me a loving look and then looking at the others in the same way.
• Ku-Kushumi... I-Is that true?
Mother asks this in a completely broken tone, receiving a nod from the aforementioned.
Mother quickly pushes me aside and leaps toward Kushimi-Okassan, embracing her amidst tears and congratulations, her emotions also affecting the dark-haired girl who was barely holding back her own tears. Both of them weep with happiness. But why are they doing this...? Is it so strange that she's pregnant?... I don't understand why she's so special. Of course, I recognize that she's very important, but their behavior is... I don't know how to describe it...
Turning their gaze towards Counterpart-chan, he is frozen, staring at Kushimi-Okassan in disbelief, hesitant... Breaking the hug, Mother and Kushimi-Okassan notice Father's gaze, who is still trying to vocalize but only manages to babble.
• Are you sure it's not... I already checked?
As if he were slowly coming back, Father says this with a totally scared look and tone exactly the same.
"That's right, Ichi-chan, that's right!"
Shouting with joy, Kushimi throws herself into Counterpart-chan's arms, and he instinctively catches her.
"I've checked it a thousand times... You'll be the father of my child, my love, and this time it will be a success, you'll be a father again."
Crying even harder, Kushimi-Okassan clings to him, his eyes filling with tears as he hugs her tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
Mother slowly returns to where she was originally and lifts me in her arms, while she hugs me sweetly and cries.
This only indicates one thing... They've lost... They've lost some children, apparently quite a few... But this time it says it's different... I can't imagine the pain they felt, much less the joy they had with me... That's why they have me on a little pedestal, these people...
Oh God... I-I... I don't understand, but... An enormous guilt... suddenly surged in my chest... I-I... Was it really me, a reincarnated idiot, her daughter? Tears streamed from my eyes without me noticing, and I hugged Mother tightly, softly saying, "I'm sorry..." without her hearing me...
After we all wiped away our tears—because Midori-san also cried like a waterfall—we all congratulated Kushimi-Okassan. Father, Mother, and Midori-san scolded her a little for not telling them she was pregnant sooner...
Although something is popping into my head now, this guilt is leading me to something else... I suppose the dark-haired girl won't have me on that pedestal in the same way anymore, she's going to have her own child and well, I understand, but... Even so, it feels strange... An emptiness in my chest... Something lonely...
Shaking my head, I sigh softly so no one notices my newfound depression. I can think this through better in private; maybe I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, though that emptiness in my chest says otherwise. Luckily, I don't think anyone noticed my melancholic expression since all the attention was on Kushimi-Okassan. I'm genuinely happy for her, but...
Wow... I didn't remember... This emptiness in my chest... It was perfectly normal before...
Yo-yo was just a kind of practice... Yeah... That must be it... Kushimi was just practicing for when she had a child... I should have figured it out... It was damn logical... That's my problem... Yeah, I always get the wrong idea... That's why my heart was broken more than once in my past life, that's why anime and perversion were a nice balm I found... I'm naive... I...
No, as I said, it's not time to get depressed here; I'm in public. I appreciate your attention on her. Taking a long, slow breath calmed me down. I'll deal with this in my own way later, just like the anger towards that albino goddess... Just like it's always been...
"Well, now that the first announcement has been made, I have to make the next one, which is also very important." Making the three people around her return to their places, me to Mother's lap, Kushimi-Okassan raises her ring finger with a smile almost identical to the one she had earlier. "IT'S MY RIA-CHAN'S THIRD BIRTHDAY!!" Pulling a cake from behind her back, Kushimi-Okassan says this while looking at me and giving me a bright smile. Now it's my turn to be completely stunned...
Birthday? Today?... Mother, Counterpart-chan, and Midori-san clap and give me a loving look. Pulling me into the center, the four of them take turns hugging and kissing me, congratulating me and giving me intensive sessions of cuddles and kisses, in addition to the hugs and kisses I'd already received. It's funny, but when it was Kushimi-Okassan's turn, I felt like her hug was more... More... I don't know... Special? The point is, it felt like she was putting her whole being into that hug and those kisses...
It's probably just my impression, after all I already realized it and, I don't know if it's my subconscious or my heart, it's trying to deceive me by telling me that the person I've grown fond of is being more special to me... Ahh how stupid.
After that, we ate the cake that Kushimi-Okassan pulled out of God knows where, and it was delicious... Really, really good. After I finished my cake and they each gave me another round of cuddles, Father yelled.
• Umm... I forgot to bring Rias's gift... I left it on the bed ready to give it to you... - Looking at me in a very apologetic way, Counterpart-chan says this and receives the furious glare of the three of them...
Heh heh, get ready for a good scolding, buddy...
• I told you to always carry the gift with you, Ichirou!! - Mother says this while glaring at him.
• I asked you just moments ago if you had Ria-chan's gift, and what did you tell me? "Yes, yes, I already have it!" - In an atypical tone for Kushimi-Okassan, she says this clearly annoyed.
• Only Ichirou-sama is capable of forgetting his daughter's gift, even when going to his own party... - Letting out a sigh, Midori-san just shakes her head.
This is one disadvantage of a harem; you'll have so many women who will scold you for every mistake you make... But they're right, how could you forget the gift for your daughter...? You should have checked before leaving the room. Believe me, I know us very well, and that's a precaution I've taken since I was 17...
"Okay then! Please forgive me! I'll go find him and I won't be long." - Quickly getting up, Counterpart-chan says this, but Midori-san also gets up with him.
• I'll go with you, Ichirou-sama. Maybe you'll even forget what you were looking for when you get to the room... - Saying this in a tired tone, Midori-san stood behind Father, who was about to complain about this but didn't when he noticed everyone's stares, including mine.
Blushing intensely, Counterpart-chan walks quickly followed by Midori-san who laughs slightly.
"Oh, that's right! I bought something in the human world that I'm sure will surprise you, love." Just as Father and Midori-san entered the mansion, Mother said this, giving me a mischievous look. It's very interesting; it's the first time they've mentioned the human world in the fanfic, so perhaps it's something familiar to me. "Would you wait for me for a few moments? Don't worry, Kushimi will keep you company."
"No problem, Mom. I'll always wait for you." I say this with a big smile, while giving my thumbs up to Mom, who smiles and runs inside.
Now I'm alone with Kushimi-Okassan... Damn, it's kind of awkward for me... It always happens to me... A few days ago I would have pounced on her and played with her, but I don't want to overstep any further. Maybe she'll get annoyed with that brat she's using as practice...
• Ria-chan, I... I want to tell you something. - Calling my attention, Kushimi-Okassan looks at me with a somewhat sad expression...
Oh no, this is how she tells me she can't play with me anymore because of the pregnancy. Afterwards, she'll be busy with my little brother, applying what she learned with me and just leaving me aside... Like an old toy...
Well, it's a good idea to clear this up once and for all... Even though it's going to hurt, it's better to do it now. Trying to brace myself for the blow, I look innocently at the dark-haired girl, however...
"Kushimi, I'm sorry, but could you help me find that thing? I just can't find it!" Mother shouted, peeking through the door, startling Kushimi and me. The dark-haired girl chuckled, apologized, ran over to Mother, and playfully hit her on the head.
She probably wanted to clear things up once and for all and got annoyed with Mother for interrupting her. Well, now I'm all alone in the garden...
I honestly think I really needed this dose of reality. I always get attached to the wrong people... And it was obvious she was just practicing on me... But that smile she gave me a few seconds ago...
She probably pictured her son, not me... I'll have to apologize later... I-I thought I was important to her when it's clear I'm not...
Haha, maybe that's the Goddess of Shit's move... Suddenly, when I'm about to shed a tear, I feel a sharp pain in my head that turns everything black.