Buzz~
The belt-shaped Chains of Heaven had completely transformed into a petite and adorable girl.
Her emerald-green hair swayed gently, with eyes as captivating as jade.
Her delicate and lovely features remained as expressionless as a doll's at this moment.
Her small head was currently burrowed into Souma's shirt, her slender arms wrapped around him like chains as she tilted her cute little face upward to look at him.
Souma was momentarily stunned.
The Chains of Heaven were the strongest, most perfect divine weapon forged by the Sumerian gods.
Originally molded from clay, it had no inherent gender distinction.
Under Nameless's influence, its appearance had transformed into that of a beautiful young girl.
But after the final battle, the Chains of Heaven had long since vanished.
Later, part of its concept was revived by the "Oldest King" video, transforming into his belt.
So here's the question—
When others buy belts, it's to transform into Kamen Riders. Why did mine turn into a beautiful girl?
And right when Ereshkigal came to visit—were you doing this on purpose?!
Change back already!
Across from him, Ereshkigal was equally stunned.
The Chains of Heaven had always been inseparable from Nameless, following him around like a shadow.
But now, she never expected it to outright cling to him.
The entire thing had burrowed into his clothes, completely embracing Souma.
And it wasn't even wearing a single piece of clothing!
How enviable—
No, how shameless!
A faint blush rose on Ereshkigal's cheeks as she glanced down slightly.
So… what exactly was the Chains of Heaven's gender?
This thing was the embodiment of the "Chain of Bonds" between the mortal world and the divine realm, forged by the goddess Aruru from clay, granting it combat prowess rivaling the King of Heroes.
At its core, it was just a weapon—genderless, not even a rival—
But why did it feel like this thing was deliberately flaunting herself?
Ereshkigal frowned slightly as she watched.
This divine weapon had clearly sensed her presence and manifested on purpose—
To show off that it could stay by Nameless' side forever!
Under their gazes, the Enkidu nuzzled her small head lightly against Souma' chest, like an adorable kitten.
Souma hurriedly took off his coat and draped it over her, tentatively asking, "Can you understand me?"
"Eeh?"
The divine weapon tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled.
Like an exquisitely crafted doll, cute enough to slay a legion of fans.
"Alright, seems like you haven't fully recovered yet."
Souma sighed softly before turning to the goddess across from him. "Ahem, Rin, please don't let anyone know about this!"
The previous incident had been too severe, leaving Enkidu unable to fully recover even now.
What a shame.
If Enkidu had regained its innocence, it would've been far more well-behaved than any unruly child.
"I—"
Ereshkigal stared at the divine weapon still nestled in his arms, barely resisting the urge to shout—"Why are you wearing Nameless' clothes?!"
This thing was a divine weapon—it inherently had its own defensive exterior, meaning it could easily manifest its own clothing.
It didn't need anyone else's!
Enkidu rested her small head gently against Souma' chest, showing no intention of leaving.
Yes, it had fully recovered.
But once it did, it wouldn't be able to stay this close to him every day.
This was probably what he'd once called a "white lie."
"You can't possibly—"
Ereshkigal's frown deepened.
She was growing increasingly suspicious that this was all an act.
But.
Divine weapons were inherently innocent, devoid of human complexity—everything they felt was expressed plainly.
Could it really still be unrecovered?
Just then, Ereshkigal's body trembled slightly, and she quickly reassured him, "Alright, I'll definitely keep it a secret, don't worry!"
Damn it, the possession time was almost up—her sister Ishtar and the body's original owner, Rin Tohsaka, were about to fight for control!
Wait, someday I'll also mold a clay figure and descend directly into the mortal world!
Ereshkigal quickly departed.
Just as she stepped onto the plaza, she could already sense corresponding presences descending one after another.
Hum~
Suddenly, she lost control of her body.
Rin stared blankly at her surroundings. "Huh? Why am I here?"
Her last memory...
She had been chatting with her sister about Ishtar's embarrassing performance in "Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia."
Just as she was losing her temper and elegance, everything after that was blank.
So... was this a ghost possession?
Rin couldn't help but gulp, suddenly feeling an intense chill.
She had this terrifying sensation of being targeted by a ghost that was now controlling her body.
Could it be that I, a genius magus, would need to seek out Abe-no-Seimei for an exorcism?
Rin fell deep into thought.
Looking around, she exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? This place seems really close to where Souma lives. What exactly happened here?"
Don't misunderstand—she didn't deliberately memorize it.
She had just happened to pass by before, happened to see him walking ahead, and then followed along for a bit out of coincidence.
It was all completely unintentional!
Could it be that a ghost wanting to find Souma had possessed her body to come here?
"Well... might as well go take a look!"
Rin took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
Since she was already here, she might as well go see...
In the living room.
Souma looked slightly awkwardly at Enkidu, who was draped in his clothes, and asked, "Are you hungry? Should I make you some noodles?"
"I am a divine weapon and don't require food like humans do. I only need to replenish magical energy," Enkidu replied, tilting her head slightly to look at him.
The oversized jacket couldn't conceal her petite frame at all.
As she stepped forward, her fair, delicate skin was boldly exposed.
"How do you replenish magical energy?"
Souma was instantly shocked.
Magical energy was essentially tied to life force.
The best way to replenish it was through things like blood.
Alternatively, one could use Command Spells.
But he didn't have any right now.
He remembered when they first met—after their fierce battle, she had pinned him down.
She had said, "Please make me truly human."
Not just the audience, even he had misheard it as "make me a woman."
But he had practically watched Enkidu grow up, treating her like a daughter all along, which gave him a strong sense of guilt.
Souma coughed lightly. "My Spirit Origin is shattered right now, and I don't have much magical energy to spare. So you'll have to bear with it for now."
Hum~
He began gathering magical energy within his body, channeling it to his fingertips to transfer to her.
At that moment, the divine weapon's small hand suddenly grabbed his and gently placed it in her mouth.
"Uh..."
Souma felt a slight tickling sensation on his fingertips, an oddly pleasant feeling.
Nearby, Fou approached, his eyes widening at the sight.
She looked eager to try the same.
"...Don't you dare! I can't handle that!"
Souma quickly waved his other hand to stop her.
No joke—Fou might look like an adorable little kitten, but she was a genuine Beast of Humanity.
As a mere human with a shattered Spirit Origin, not even qualifying as a proper Servant, how could he possibly supply that much magical energy?
Ding-dong~
Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Sensing the presence outside, Souma quickly instructed, "Enkidu, hide for now. Don't let anyone see you."
"Hide?"
Enkidu tilted her head in thought, her gaze drifting downward to his waist.
Then, it transformed back into an ordinary belt once more, using this method to disguise its presence.
"..."
Souma's expression was indescribably complicated.
He couldn't shake the strange feeling of carrying a beautiful girl around with him.
He walked over and opened the door, asking in surprise, "Huh? Rin, why have you come back again?"
"Come back again..."
Rin froze momentarily.
As expected, her earlier perception hadn't been wrong.
She really had been possessed by a ghost, which controlled her body to come here once before!
Damn it, what exactly happened earlier?
Could it be that I wanted to come here so badly that I sleepwalked my way over?
Elegance! Composure! Ladylike behavior!
Rin silently recited her family motto before speaking with a smile: "I forgot something earlier. Also, the class is planning an outing the day after tomorrow—would you like to come along?"
"I'll pass."
Souma refused quite naturally.
As a homebody, he rarely participated in any social activities favored by outgoing people.
His favorite daily routine was staying at home, occasionally going out for a stroll.
His interests were almost identical to those of elderly people.
"Oh, then it's fine."
Rin nodded.
She was still puzzled as to why she had come here in the first place.
Could it be that I was so infatuated that I mindlessly rushed over?
Damn it, I absolutely can't let that show!
As an elegant noble lady, how could I possibly be obsessed with a man?
No matter what, he has to be the one to confess first!
Wait, isn't this just like Ishtar?
Rin suddenly recalled that in The Oldest King, Ishtar had also unapologetically demanded the other party confess first.
Could that really have been my past life?
"Alright, take care," Souma replied, eyeing her strangely.
He could easily tell that the person before him was the genuine Rin Tohsaka.
First, Ereshkigal's identity was exposed, and now here you are—so one person really splits into three?
Wait, there's still one more in the universe!
Do you really intend to become four, or even more?
After leaving.
Rin walked down the street, still feeling as if she were in a dream.
These past two days, she had been plagued by the eerie sensation that she was no longer herself, as if possessed by various spirits.
It seemed she needed to visit Dean Tamamo-no-Mae and Vice Dean Abe-no-Seimei.
Thud!
At that moment, Rin suddenly heard the sound of a small wooden hammer striking a table inside her head.
"Commencing the Brain Roundtable Conference!"
A voice identical to her own rang out.
Before Rin could react, her vision abruptly shifted, transporting her to a luxurious hall.
An enormous round table stood at the center of the room.
A hazy gray mist enveloped everything, obscuring the surroundings.
Six high-backed chairs were arranged around the table.
Three were empty.
One chair was wreathed in an aura of endless death, with shadowy phantoms flickering around it.
Another was studded with countless gemstones, exuding extreme extravagance—so gaudy it was almost unbearable.
And she was seated in the third chair.
Rin immediately assumed a Bajiquan stance, warily eyeing the two figures. "Who the hell are you?"
"I am Ishtar. Mortal, why aren't you kneeling in worship?" Ishtar replied with arrogant dominance.
She had originally intended to descend using Rin's body as a vessel, but she kept getting a "busy signal," which had put her in a foul mood.
"Behave!"
Ereshkigal shot her a stern look, and the gates of the underworld began materializing around her.
Instantly, Ishtar shrank back, adopting an unusually docile posture.
"The twin goddesses Ishtar and Ereshkigal?"
Rin stared at them in shock.
Jackpot—so they really were connected to her!
After The Oldest King video, countless people had speculated that Ishtar might have been her past life.
But that was just speculation!
Rin tensed as she addressed them. "The War of Separation ended long ago. You gods should have retreated to the Reverse Side of the World—you shouldn't be manifesting in the human realm!"
Having two deities who could control her body was absolutely unacceptable.
"Don't misunderstand. Our relationship is… quite special," Ereshkigal said with a gentle smile.
In some ways, the three of them were closer than sisters.
Could sisters even share the same body?
Alas, the human world is ultimately ruled by humans, and they hold absolute dominance.
Earlier, Ereshkigal had wanted to stay a while longer and enjoy a breakfast made by Souma.
Unfortunately, she had already heard:
"Your balance is insufficient—no, wait, your divine power reserves are running low!"
As a deity rejected by the entire world, descending truly consumed an immense amount of divine energy.
Even the Queen of the Underworld couldn't sustain it for long!
"Oh, so all of you can use my body to descend?" Rin asked, not relaxing in the slightest.
The truth was now clear.
So, it really had been one of them borrowing her body earlier to meet Souma!
If even a goddess wanted to see that man…
Eliminating all impossibilities, there was only one truth—
He was Nameless!
Which meant that back in Unlimited Blade Works, she had truly fought alongside him?
But then, why had he treated her like just another ordinary classmate?
After some thought, Rin concluded—
He must not have regained those memories yet!
After all, that was Nameless who walked through human history, sung of by countless people.
A man so indomitable that even gods couldn't make him bow.
Yet the Nameless she knew was just a lazy, unmotivated slacker—completely different!
"Four thousand six hundred years ago, I summoned the current you, merging your personality and memories, which is why you turned out like this," Ishtar scoffed.
Originally, she too had been a lofty, imperious goddess.
But after using Rin's body as a vessel, she had become far more human in temperament.
"Listen up—you absolutely cannot use my body to do… certain things!" Rin said sternly.
By the end, her voice had grown noticeably quieter.
Among the sister goddesses, Ishtar in particular was far too unrestrained.
If she actually did something bizarre Rin would lose her mind.
"That's fine!"
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