Stella still wanted to use the Wheel of Friendship to forcibly move her position, but she soon found that the divine artifact that symbolized her other half could not be driven in the slightest. She suddenly remembered that the moment she was devoured by the god-slaying beast before her, the ritual to awaken the beast's sigil had already been completed. She, herself included, had already thoroughly become Seiya's property.
Her face was still full of youthful charm, but the curves of her body were nothing short of perfect. The two rising points of her figure had a beautiful shape that could make one sigh in admiration. The lines from her waist to her hips were as rounded as a work of art. Though slender, she had thighs that were both supple and soft. Her entire body was perfect from top to bottom.
There was a marvelous balance between her beautiful lines and her voluptuousness. On this point, as the goddess of beauty, Stella had the highest standard.
Stella also realized what was about to happen. She forced a smile, wanting to say something clever, but in the next instant, Seiya grabbed her by the throat and pressed her down onto the bed.
"Stella, you should not have provoked me with that clear-eyed foolishness in the first place. Undoubtedly, the Seiya who holds benevolence in his heart and has suppressed all his dominance might have let you go. But this time, you just had to make me force out my suppressed ferocity!"
Bang! Seiya threw the goddess to the ground. He was going to make her his sex slave...
Stella still wanted to struggle, unwilling to give up, but her resistance against the Saint was undoubtedly that of a mortal fighting against heaven. Seiya thrust his tongue into her mouth. The first touch seemed to surprise her, her body stiffening, but Seiya paid it no mind and continued his assault. And thus, the path of magic between him and the love goddess was completed—the path of transmission was finished.
Soon, Ena Seishuin, who had been forcibly summoned by Stella with the Wheel of Friendship, did not escape her fate either. She looked at Seiya's gaze upon her, her entire body trembling.
Hah! To be able to experience this holy war in the flesh as a Hime-Miko... it would be worth it even if I were to die!
"...Ugh, ugh, humans, hope, Saint, destroying fire, God War, ugh, ugh, ugh..."
The next morning, Seiya woke up on the bed. Vaguely, it seemed there was a maiden's murmur somewhere. But... after continuing to sleep, the murmur, which was like the buzzing of a bee's wings, gradually softened and disappeared. The surroundings returned to—
No, that wasn't right. There was still the comfortable weight pressing down on his body. Seiya lowered his gaze and saw the love goddess lying on his chest.
Stella's figure was wrapped around his body like an octopus. Her small and delicate body was a perfectly comfortable weight on top of him. Ena Seishuin was hugging his arm, her beautiful sleeping face exposed.
The messy sheets and the lingering scent of himself within their bodies already explained what had happened last night. Compared to Stella, Ena Seishuin's power was several times stronger than it had been the day before. Under the effect of the Kotodama Binding of the Lord of the Spoken Word, the Hime-Miko who served him...
Her power itself was determined by the master she served. After a night of intertwined dragons and fish, she had already reached the realm of a Hime-Miko of the highest order.
As Stella groggily awoke, accompanied by a bout of teeth-grinding, she merely uttered a few harsh words and then instantly disappeared through the recovered Wheel of Friendship. And Ena Seishuin, educated as a traditional Yamato Nadeshiko, was very understanding. She showed a shy but very cheerful smile, and under Seiya's gaze, she took the initiative to bury her head in the covers.
After several days of the new year, time quickly came to the Lantern Festival. For the Ena Seishuin who had gotten a head start, Erica was grinding her teeth in hatred. This was the only thing that Seiya remembered vividly. Just as Seiya was experiencing this peaceful time, a familiar murmur once again transmitted into his mind.
It was a very blurry echo. He could only vaguely make out blurry words like "save," "world," "Pegasus," "Saint." And these calls were not even coming from the same person.
The Strong Wind avatar and the Wheel of Friendship. Seiya quickly realized what was transmitting these sounds into his mind—
—It was a call from outside this world, perhaps even from outside the Godslayer universe cluster, a call related to himself.
After defeating the Heretic Athena, the victory feedback from the God of Combat had brought a further development of these two Authorities. Now, in their combined state, they had vaguely reached the embryonic state of being able to echo throughout the heavens.
Should I go and see? Seiya suddenly thought of a very crucial thing.
That Saori Kido who had appeared in his dreams several times—could she be the real one? Seiya suddenly thought of this.
Seiya stroked his chin. Whether it was Saori Kido or not, for him to be unmoved by these calls that were like a plea for salvation was somewhat unacceptable.
Anyway, there's still half a year until the big event... Having figured this out, Seiya raised his hand and once again summoned his original Pegasus Cloth.
Although Authorities could be driven in any state, just as the God of Combat Authority could only be brought to its extreme on the God Robe Verethragna, the Strong Wind avatar, when propelled by the Pegasus Cloth, could reach a value far beyond normal.
A combat technique propelled by an Authority, and an Authority enhanced by a Cloth, were by their very nature complementary.
"I am the strongest, and he who holds all victories! Call my name often, and only victory, never defeat, shall you know! I am the breaker of obstacles, the strongest and most victorious of guardians! O Strong Wind that guides the traveler forward, I command you, take me to the side of those who need help!" Seiya called out the true words brought by the Strong Wind.
In this moment, the figure of the Saint, Seiya, was rapidly fading. Like a landscape painting whose colors were being blown away by the wind, he gradually disappeared from this world.
Under the olive tree, the goddess in the cat-ear knit hat expressionlessly sensed the aura of her Pegasus gradually fading, until she could no longer feel his existence. She looked up at the letter-carrying owl, then snatched the envelope from its mouth and once again cast it into the darkness.
The Hall of Plutarch. The old man with white hair and a white beard suddenly looked up towards the East.
"Has another Godslayer who can traverse worlds been born in this world? I hope it's not a chaotic Demon King like Lady Aisha."
As the Guardian of Time, the administrator of the Tablet of Memory, the compiler of true history, from a human standpoint, he was a transcendent being, not bound by fate. But it was precisely because of this that he deeply knew that compared to the disasters caused by Heretic Gods on earth, these existences who traversed worlds were time bombs more likely to lead to the destruction of a world.
Whether it was about Athena or the Guardian of Time of the Godslayer world, Seiya knew nothing of this.
Right now, he was regretting it a little. He felt that he should have first familiarized himself with the effect of this world-traversing in the Godslayer world cluster first. The constant victory had brought him a strong self-confidence similar to that of Verethragna.
Without a concept of so-called time, without a concept of so-called space, he could only vaguely see countless stars shining. But he could not capture them with his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind.
Only the Strong Wind Authority. Seiya could clearly feel the Strong Wind Authority transforming his own body into a wisp of wind that crossed the universe. And his Cosmo was being madly drawn out of his body as if it were leaving his heart.
Seiya gave up on all senses, relying only on the murmurs and calls transmitted from among the myriad stars, choosing this one direction and plunging into it.
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