"Natsumi's issue doesn't need attention right now. Didn't we agree to go eat tonight?"
Patting Westcott's head, as time passed, Ryuya was no longer as focused on the Spirits, at least not to the same extent.
Understanding how his path as a Star God should progress, as the spiritual power of other Spirits within him increased and the Kabbalah Tree of Life grew, his mindset as a King was also evolving towards that of a deity.
Striving to maintain his humanity rather than becoming an emotionless divinity, his method was simple: love for his partners.
"Eat?"
In her memory, Ryuya was always very responsible, almost mechanical in his work ethic, which had often made Westcott feel he was somewhat too detached.
Feeling the warmth of Ryuya's hand, the usually aloof Westcott's expression softened, revealing surprise.
"Yeah, eat. Let's go."
Taking his three female disciples out, Ryuya said this, but he had already scanned the entire city with his spiritual power and confirmed Natsumi's location.
In the evening, arriving at the restaurant with Ellen, Karen, and Westcott, many people looked strangely at Ryuya accompanied by three women of such high caliber.
"Hey, look at those sisters, aren't they from DEM?"
In the restaurant, many remembered Westcott in her male disguise coming to eat with Ellen and Karen before. Now, suddenly seeing Ryuya with them, they were clearly uncomfortable.
"It seems so, but... I remember it was the DEM Executive President who often brought them, right?"
"Exactly. But I heard DEM has had a major shake-up recently. Maybe this is the new Chairman?"
"And who's that girl next to him? She looks stunning too."
Ryuya's feat of bringing three women alone caused many to whisper and discuss.
"He's really something. I've seen it all now."
"Sisters, and a third one... so envious."
Looking at the exquisitely beautiful figures of Ellen, Karen, and Westcott, everyone, whether with a female companion or not, was insanely jealous.
A few even seemed eager to approach, obviously wanting to learn his 'secrets'.
"These people are so annoying."
Listening to the surrounding chatter, Ellen didn't like it.
Even Westcott couldn't help but nod, "It does ruin the mood a bit."
Superficially showing disgust at the other customers' comments, whether it was Ellen, Karen, or Westcott, while they said they were unhappy, their faces revealed a pleased expression.
Hearing people assume they were in a relationship with Ryuya, they pretended to be displeased on the surface, but inside, they were screaming for people to keep talking if they had more to say.
After dinner.
"Sensei, how about we take a walk?"
Rubbing her slightly full stomach, Karen suggested.
"Alright."
Strolling on the outskirts of the DEM Headquarters city, Ryuya noticed that Karen and Ellen, who had drunk a little, had slightly flushed cheeks. Only Westcott showed no change, maintaining her usual cool beauty demeanor.
"Sensei, are you thinking about someone else?!"
Walking along, noticing Ryuya seemed distracted, the sensitive Ellen grabbed his arm.
"Ah? You could tell? Ellen, are you a mind reader?"
Actually, he had been thinking about Vivian, Tiamat, Ereshkigal, Siduri, Crimson Moon, and others he hadn't seen for a long time.
At least during the Snowfield City Holy Grail War, he had seen Female Gil and the others.
Feeling a sudden longing for his lovers, he gently tightened his grip on Ellen and Karen's hands and said softly, "Don't worry. I won't disappear suddenly again."
"Sensei..."
Just as Ellen and Karen were about to say something, dazzling lights suddenly illuminated the area around them.
"Oh, so you're the ones from DEM? I heard you've been looking for me?"
Following the voice from above, Karen instinctively looked up and saw that, somehow, countless amusement park structures had appeared around them.
At the center of these amusement facilities stood an old church, and on the church's roof was a strange figure.
Backlit by the full moon, sitting on a cross, Karen couldn't make out the figure's face clearly due to the lighting, but she could see they were wearing a very distinctive hat.
It was a conical hat with a wide brim, folded down at the top, orange in color, like a witch's hat from a fairy tale.
"Who are you?"
"Oh my? Weren't you all searching for me? Now that I'm here, you don't recognize me?"
The girl spoke with a giggle, then leaped down from the high place.
Hovering suspended in mid-air, Ellen and the other two finally got a clear look at her appearance.
She was a beauty with a remarkably impressive figure. Tall, wearing an Astral Dress primarily in sunset orange and black, accented with thin golden threads.
She appeared to be in her twenties, with proportions that even made Ellen and Karen feel inferior.
"Searching for you? Are you a Spirit?"
"Of course. I am most certainly a Spirit."
Gently adjusting her hat, the artificially beautiful woman who seemed to combine all female virtues lightly tossed her light green hair. Her emerald-like eyes wandered over Ellen, Karen, and Westcott before finally settling on Ryuya.
"Eh, you..."
Narrowing her eyes slightly, the girl found Ryuya's appearance surprisingly aligned with her idea of perfection.
"Who are you? Are you also from DEM?"
Landing lightly in front of Ryuya, she slowly approached him. Natsumi detected a very familiar, warm scent from him.
"Me? I suppose I am."
Just that afternoon, Natsumi's spiritual power signature was in another part of the city, but by evening she was here. Looking at Natsumi, Ryuya was also curious why she had suddenly appeared.
"Kyouno Natsumi."
"You know my name?"
Blinking, the girl who had appeared was indeed the owner of the Seventh Angel, Haniel, Kyouno Natsumi.
Looking at Ryuya, seeming very satisfied and intrigued by the man's appearance, she giggled again and initiatively moved closer to Ryuya.
"So good... you are so perfect."
Because her original appearance was rejected by humans, Natsumi developed an extremely inferiority complex and envied all perfect beings.
Through numerous manifestations, constantly improving her appearance, she had unconsciously acquired the most perfect form imaginable to humans.
Yet, even so, she lacked confidence in her own existence.
Seeing Ryuya for the first time and developing a great interest in his appearance, she suddenly realized: Someone like might be Ryuya the most perfect existence in her heart.
"So beautiful, truly too beautiful. Why does someone as beautiful as you exist?"
Taking a deep breath, feeling a tiny bit of regret that Ryuya was male externally, but more so feeling the kind of love one has for a treasured object, the spiritual power around Natsumi suddenly boiled.
"Why... why does a perfect existence like you not belong to me?"
"Unacceptable... I must... make you... mine!"
Declaring her claim over Ryuya word by word, Natsumi, having discovered for the first time that a man could be so beautiful, spoke clearly and loudly.