"Rossweisse?"
Bokue—having arrived at the doorway—peeked his head through while scanning interior spaces. He spotted the bed's occupant: one certain Valkyrie bundled within blanket-wrappings, cradling her phone while murmuring incomprehensibly. He vocalized gentle summons.
Except the effort proved completely futile.
Phone-clutching Rossweisse appeared utterly immersed within her private world—attention fixated entirely on screen displays, completely oblivious to the young man's doorway presence.
Consequently, Bokue entered directly. He approached bedside, settling adjacently beside Rossweisse through blanket barriers. His head tilted sideways with curiosity toward whatever content occupied her screen scrolling.
"...What are you viewing?"
"Kyaa!"
Statement barely completed, Rossweisse released instantaneous shrieks—launching from bedding before descending again. Even her wrapped blankets flew aside.
She pivoted with horror-stricken expressions—features resembling ghost encounters—before recognizing the young man's countenance. Momentary freezing preceded comprehension, followed by gradual relief-exhaling.
"Wh-what are you doing?! Entering without any sound whatsoever—you frightened me terribly..."
"Who said no sounds existed?"
Bokue gestured toward doorway directions meaningfully.
"Earlier, while positioned externally, I called your name once. Zero responses manifested. Consequently, direct entry with vocalization became necessary~"
"Eh? I-is that so...?"
Minor awkwardness materialized—causing the Valkyrie to freeze momentarily, uncertain how continuing conversational trajectories.
Bokue pointed toward nearby bedside positioning—specifically, the phone Rossweisse had flung during startled reactions, screen still illuminated.
"So I apparently witnessed maternity supply browsing moments ago..."
"Eh?!"
Previously-gradually-calming Rossweisse trembled lightly upon hearing this—nearly launching upward again. Across pale cheeks, faint crimson blush tones spread instantaneously.
"Y-y-you saw?!"
"Well—who told you maintaining such absorbed phone focus that doorway summons proved completely inaudible? Naturally, interior vocalization became mandatory."
Bokue spread both hands, indicating zero intentional privacy violations.
Mm...
Rossweisse's cheeks puffed fractionally. Crimson blush intensified progressively. Even within emerald-green eyes, crystalline tears accumulated.
As if tears would overflow the following second.
"Sigh..."
Bokue's consciousness short-circuited momentarily. She's not genuinely planning crying, right?
Honestly, he'd never experienced making girls cry previously. Well... those activities excluded naturally—at minimum, normal circumstances had never generated such outcomes.
Moreover, surrounding girls predominantly possessed relatively resilient personalities. Rias, Akeno, and others typically confronted problems strategically rather than fast-forwarding toward storm-crying modes immediately.
Hiss~ Come to think of it, when Rossweisse first arrived several days prior, she'd apparently been experiencing storm-crying mode then too. Though those circumstances involved Odin abandoning her alone on Itogami Island—triggering defensive breakdown tears. That scenario remained comprehensible.
After all, abandonment by one's worshiped chief deity.
Except currently—merely witnessing browsing content threatens tears... Could this Valkyrie possibly constitute classic crybaby archetypes?
Precisely while Bokue's mental brainstorming reached maximum intensity, Rossweisse—whose eyes had accumulated tears threatening overflow the previous second—suddenly released gentle sighs. One hand's back wiped corner-accumulated moisture.
"Whatever..."
Hm?
Bokue slowly projected one virtual question mark.
Because Rossweisse's current tone sounded completely like individuals who'd concluded life had utterly collapsed—thus abandoning everything entirely.
What the hell? Why sudden abandonment impulses from nowhere?
"Regardless, I won't burden you, Bokue Keikain."
The Valkyrie wiped tears clean before lifting her head toward the young man with apologetic smiles.
"I'll depart independently within days anyway. After all, I'm merely one degenerate Valkyrie now... no—currently, I've even lost qualifications for self-identifying as Valkyrie. I'm nothing except one useless woman. Since childhood, lacking talent prevented family magic inheritance. Finally becoming Valkyrie only resulted in abandonment by my worshiped deity. Drifting alone across foreign lands—daily existence constitutes freeloading idleness. Even nighttime eavesdropping through doors during those activities for self-entertainment ended with capture..."
"Though no worries exist—even if last night's events genuinely impregnate me, I'll birth the child alone before living through odd-job existences while struggling to raise them properly... uuu~ Except Japanese prices prove genuinely expensive. Perhaps eventually even meals will become unaffordable, uuuu~..."
Speaking progressively, Rossweisse apparently visualized her future resembling tragic literary characters—triggering renewed sobbing episodes.
Bokue: "..."
One thing's certain... this Valkyrie's internal theatrical tendencies prove slightly excessive.
"Then just reside obediently at Keystone Gate instead."
Bokue massaged his forehead wordlessly.
"Moreover, last night didn't result in pregnancy either."
"Eh? Really?"
Rossweisse froze fractionally before transitioning toward skepticism.
"That's impossible. Last night, so much—"
"Wake up. It's controllable."
Bokue continued forehead-massaging.
"At minimum, for me."
As a magnetic force practitioner, his genetic control had achieved perfect mastery long ago. Ordinary individuals conducting such activities required protective measures. For him, such precautions constituted complete redundancy.
Simply stated: if he desired conception, it would occur definitively. Conversely, identical certainty applied.
Otherwise—given Nagisa's release intensity—she'd probably be homebound with protruding belly already.
Oh wait. For Nagisa specifically, even absent pregnancy, daily belly-protrusion remained achievable regardless. After all... mm, those who understand, understand.
"I-I see..."
Learning about zero pregnancy risks prompted brief dazed intervals from Rossweisse.
Except immediately afterward, she pivoted—renewing lamentation cycles.
"This perspective confirms my failure as Valkyrie. Valhalla's other Valkyries typically achieve rapid pregnancy post-partner-acquisition. Yet I lack even pregnancy qualifications. Waste Valkyries like myself—even finding partners constitutes extravagant hopes. Uuu~ Just let me rot quietly away, uuuuu~..."
Bokue: "..."
What tragic-heroine-protagonist script infiltration is this?
No alternatives remain. Only this approach works.
Observing the Valkyrie preparing to reactivate storm-crying modes without preamble, Bokue inhaled deeply before rising from bedside toward doorway positions. He closed and locked the entrance, established soundproofing barriers, then returned bedside again.
Subsequently, he untied his bathrobe's waist sash gently.
Eh?
The previously-storm-crying Valkyrie froze upon witnessing this.
"Eh? What are you doing—ahh! W-wait! Last night we just— mm..."
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