Yakumo Villa – Living Room
August 1, 2021 – Sunday – 9:00 P.M.
Third POV
The world had shifted in a matter of hours—so fast, so violently, that even the most grounded minds were struggling to keep their balance. Beliefs built over centuries cracked under the weight of truths revealed in the Imperial Palace. Religions faltered. Political alliances trembled. Even the most powerful governments stood frozen, drowning in a flood of information they had never imagined could be real.
The identities of the Celestial Families.
The existence of the supernatural.
Magic.
Myth made manifest.
For many world leaders, it was as if humanity had stepped into an unfamiliar chapter of history, one they were utterly unprepared to write.
A few nations, however, reacted with surprising steadiness—China and the United Kingdom at the forefront.
In China, Spirit Hall revealed themselves openly for the first time. Under the authority of Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong and Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, they explained to the global community the nature of Spirit Masters, the origin of their cultivation, and the structure of their society. The press conference lasted nearly four hours. The world watched with fascination, horror, and disbelief—but ultimately, Spirit Hall's words carried weight.
When Spirit Hall then announced an alliance with the Celestial Families, everyone was caught off guard.
And China shifted from hostile relationship to a key ally in one breath. And for the Spirit Master world, this made Spirit Hall virtually untouchable.
Meanwhile, across the United Kingdom, the Mages Association made their own stand. Representatives of the Clock Tower stepped into the spotlight and demonstrated the existence of magecraft, their thaumaturgical theories, and centuries of magical governance. Many believed immediately—after all, the gathering in Japan had already caused half the world's logic systems to implode. The Noble Faction protested vehemently, but Lorelei Barthomeloi's authority—and the backing of the Wizard Marshal—silenced them.
If the Monarch of the Clock Tower declared magic real, then it was real. Simple as that.
Elsewhere, results were far more chaotic.
Countries ruled by monarchs—Saudi Arabia, the UAE, and several others—clamored for the elixir being produced by the Houraisan and Yagokoro families. Their rulers demanded it, believing immortality or prolonged rulership was something they deserved.
Japan declined without hesitation.
And then came the United States.
The U.S. government, panicking at the thought of losing military dominance, demanded monopolistic access to Sakuradite. Their ultimatum was blunt:
Give us exclusive rights, or we raise your tariffs by 300%.
Japan responded with equal bluntness.
If America pushed forward, Japan would:
– Sever all diplomatic ties
– Recall every Japanese citizen on U.S. soil
– And treat America as a hostile nation
The American representatives protested, calling it a threat—until they remembered Japan was now under the protection of the Celestial Families.
And Spirit Hall.
Not to mention that attacking Japan now would likely trigger retaliation beyond anything in human history.
For the first time in decades, America backed down.
Hard.
At home, another phenomenon spread across Japan.
Since the passing of the Harem Initiative, thousands of young men—some eager, some merely curious—submitted their applications. The government placed them on hold for a month to avoid bureaucratic chaos. And strangely, society as a whole seemed relieved that the younger generation was stepping forward.
As for the band girls, Rinko and Rei had already explained the internal palace events to the rest of the girls, including Riku's mental health. After some discussion, they agreed to visit him on different days to avoid crowding him and worsening his instability.
Right now, however, the attention shifted to a different place entirely—the Yakumo Villa, located thirty minutes from the Imperial Palace. The main living room glowed warmly, but its atmosphere was thick with tension.
Yukari sat at the center sofa, sipping warm tea with her usual unreadable grace. Beside her were Kasen and Byakuren. On the opposite side, the ever-cheerful Yuyuko sat with a relaxed smile, though her eyes were sharp.
Behind them were Legault and Jaffar. The reason why those two assassins are there is because Yukari ordered them to as both might have some information in regards to Ephidel and his master.
And lastly, at the head of the table sat Emperor Naruhito.
His posture was dignified but tired—understandably so. His ability to see five days into the future was a blessing and a curse, and in moments like this, his foresight offered neither comfort nor clarity.
His empress and children were already in a secure residence outside the Imperial Palace, hidden away before the gathering began. Precaution had saved many lives today.
With the palace under reconstruction by Yuugi and her mountain oni crew, Naruhito and his family would temporarily reside in a modest home near the palace grounds—simpler, safer, and easier to protect under the current circumstances.
He exhaled slowly, folding his hands on his lap.
"Byakuren. Earlier, you said the events inside the palace are sensitive. Now that we're away from prying ears... tell us everything."
Byakuren bowed her head gently.
"Very well. To begin... Nagae Kouya is dead."
The living room froze.
Silence fell like a guillotine.
Even Yuyuko's playful aura dimmed.
Kasen's expression turned somber, and Yukari stilled completely, her golden eyes narrowing.
Emperor Naruhito's grip tightened slightly.
"...Did Tenshi strike him down? That girl does tend to punch first and think later."
Both Kasen and Byakuren shook their heads.
"No," Byakuren said. "Tenshi did not kill him."
Kasen's next words made the air turn ice-cold.
"It was Ephidel."
Shock rippled across the room.
Even Yukari, who rarely showed genuine surprise, blinked.
"To think Kouya was betrayed in the end..." Naruhito whispered.
But Byakuren shook her head again—firmer this time.
"Nagae Kouya was not betrayed, Your Majesty. Ephidel's tone made it clear... Kouya was never truly an ally. He was an expendable tool."
Naruhito's hand clenched the armrest, the faint creak of wood breaking the silence.
"So he used my people for his schemes... I see, even though he betrayed us...he's still a Japanese citizen. Then tell me—how did Kouya die?"
Kasen answered grimly.
"Ephidel thrust his hand into Kouya's heart. And then... he extracted something. Judging by his movements and what little I sensed, I believe Ephidel forcibly removed Kouya's mana core."
A heavy, suffocating weight settled on the room.
Yuyuko's smile vanished entirely. Yukari closed her eyes, her expression darkening.
A mana core...
The very heart of a youkai's existence.
Its source of longevity, strength, and identity.
To take it was to erase a being entirely.
"That's... troubling," Yuyuko murmured. "Kouya may have been only a Branch Family head, but his mana core was still on par with Kyoya's. For Ephidel to take it by force..."
Yukari stiffened.
"But why? Mana cores are difficult to use unless—"
"Unless one intends to consume it or weaponize it," Kasen finished.
The emperor rubbed his forehead, weary.
"Did Ephidel explain his motive?"
Byakuren nodded.
"He said he was taking it as 'compensation.' Then, before he vanished, he left us with a message—if we wish to hunt them down, we should already know where they'll be."
The room fell quiet.
Yukari's brow furrowed deeply, her mind racing.
Yuyuko's gaze sharpened.
Kasen exhaled in frustration.
Even Naruhito looked troubled, staring at the polished wooden floor.
"Troublesome," Yukari finally murmured. "They're practically taunting us."
Byakuren lowered her head apologetically.
"I wish I had more to report... but that is everything."
The emperor let out a deep sigh, massaging his temples.
"Thank you, Byakuren. This alone gives us more than enough to deal with. The aftermath is already spiraling."
"Actually, there is one more thing. Jaffar, Legault. Do you have any information in regards to Ephidel?" Yukari looked at the two Black Fang Assassins as Jaffar answered.
"Ephidel is basically Nergal's errand boy. Though he has a temperament of a snobbish noble, he knows where to hit anyone who opposes him. And his manipulation in spatial magic is a problem for most." Jaffar answered as Yukari, Kasen, Byakuren and Yuyuko took the information in.
"So that man has that much power…are there any more people that is the same as him?" Byakuren asked as Jaffar nodded back.
"There are three more. The first one is Denning. Though he may not be powerful as Ephidel, but he is a master sniper in his own right. Capable of shooting arrows reaching distances as a sniper rifle. But he lacks the free will like Ephidel and the other two are." Jaffar said.
"Who are the other two?" Yuyuko asked, as they await for Jaffar's answer.
"The other two are Nergal's left and right hand. The first one is Sonia. A malicious, sadistic and doesn't give a damn on what happens to anyone. She deemed herself perfect, but with an attitude of a spoiled brat, is one of her biggest flaws. Her use of lightning magic is lethal, it's comparable to the Nagae. And the other one is Limstella, the strongest of Nergal's morphs. Devoid of any emotion, she follows Nergal's orders to the letter. And she's a master of Ice magic." Jaffar said as the atmosphere became heavy.
"That is a lot to take in…. Jaffar, how about their master? What can he do?" Kasen asked as Jaffar just sighed.
"For Nergal, I heard that he's touched the deepest levels of Dark magic. And apparently, he has been alive for more than 550 years. And the reason for his longevity is that he was manipulating Quintessence from living beings and adds it to his own." As Jaffar said that, the youkai family heads snapped. Their auras were suffocating Jaffar and Legault as both assassins were on their knees.
"Unforgivable. To think that there's a man who is brazenly doing that…" Yukari said as her aura was flaring dark purple.
"And not just that, he has violated any kind of laws in regards to magic. That man shouldn't be left alive." Yuyuko's Sakura pink aura flared as the temperature of the room started to drop.
"You two. Do you have a precise location of his fortress?" Byakuren's words might be sweet, but there is a tinge of anger coming from it.
"We don't know the exact location. But we do know what country he's hiding at. He's hiding in Russia." Legault's words got Kasen, Yuyuko, Yukari and Byakuren's auras to subside as they finally got a location.
"So he's hiding there. That's going to be a problem." Emperor Naruhito said as he rubbed his temples.
"And not just that, the fortress is reinforced with anti-magic and is well hidden in the snowstorm." Legault added.
"Looks like we can only rely on Reimu and the ones who have the Lunarian armor." Yukari said as she sighed.
"Maybe if we can get support from the Spirit Masters from China, we might be able to turn the tide. Their Spirit Power seems to have no effect on the anti-magic field." Kasen added as the other three seems to be on board with the idea.
"Then we have to ask Riku's fiancé, Rongrong about this situation." Byakuren said.
"Hm. That would be feasible. Legault, Jaffar. You can head out now. You've given us a good amount of information, so go on ahead and rest." Yukari ordered the two assassins as they nodded and vanished without making a single sound.
"Well, now that's one issue down. What's the situation on our side?" Yuyuko asked.
The emperor leaned back, his expression softening slightly.
"The Prime Minister is working on all fronts. Media suppression, international diplomacy, public safety... everything. I must admit, he's doing exceptionally well."
Yukari smiled faintly.
"I agree. He's exceeded expectations today."
"Then he deserves a reward," Naruhito replied lightly. "Do assist him where possible. I would rather not have our Prime Minister collapse from overwork before sunrise."
Yuyuko chuckled softly.
"He really might, with how things are going."
Kasen nodded.
"We'll support him. The burden on Japan is immense right now."
"Good." Naruhito closed his eyes briefly. "Then let us end today here. All of you have done enough."
With those words, the room finally began to exhale. The tension loosened. Shoulders relaxed. The first step toward rest—however fragile—was taken.
Yukari stood first, stretching lightly.
"Then it's settled. We'll prepare new countermeasures tomorrow morning."
Byakuren bowed respectfully.
"Have a peaceful night, Your Majesty."
Yuyuko gave a soft wave.
"Sleep well~ And do not dream of paperwork, please."
Kasen cracked a tired smile.
"We'll resume discussions after sunrise."
The emperor nodded gratefully.
"Thank you. All of you."
And one by one, they quietly departed the living room, leaving behind only the soft rustle of curtains and the distant hum of cicadas outside Yakumo Villa.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges.
New threats.
New upheavals.
But for now—
the night, at least, was peaceful.
Meanwhile...
In the frozen mountain ranges of the Russian Federation, hidden deep within a labyrinth of jagged cliffs and eternal snow, stood an ancient fortress long erased from maps. Its stone walls were blackened by age, its battlements lined with unfamiliar runes glowing faintly through the icy wind. Within its heart, past a network of cold corridors and torch-lit passages, lay a massive chamber carved directly into the mountain's core.
There, before a monumental obsidian gate covered in archaic sigils, stood Nergal.
The gate towered over him like a monolith swallowed by darkness. Its surface pulsed faintly—as if something behind it breathed.
Nergal remained motionless, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the gate with an expression that blended curiosity, hunger, and suppressed rage.
Footsteps echoed from the stone walkway behind him.
He didn't turn.
He didn't need to.
"Ephidel," Nergal said quietly. "I assume the operation proceeded as planned?"
Ephidel approached, kneeling behind his master with a bowed head.
Unfortunately, his first words carried the weight of failure.
"Master... the operation has failed."
Nergal exhaled through his nose—a disappointed, weary breath that chilled the already-frozen air.
Ephidel continued. "The sudden surge of magic power from Nagae Riku disrupted the expected flow. We anticipated resistance, but not to that degree. The real problem, however, was Spirit Hall's interference. Their arrival turned the tide completely."
Nergal's jaw tightened.
"So... China has chosen to stand." His voice was low, measured. "And here I thought placing our morphs among the radical faction would be enough to splinter them. It seems that our plan to break the Supreme Pontiff didn't work."
Ephidel bowed deeper, shame in his voice.
"Our spies report that Spirit Hall initiated a purge the moment tensions rose. Every radical, every infiltrator—eradicated. The country is starting to unite. With Spirit Hall and the three major clans watching their borders, it will be incredibly difficult for us to maneuver within China now."
Nergal's eyes narrowed at the gate, his thoughts simmering.
"China unifying was always a possibility," he murmured. "But the timing is... inconvenient."
Then Ephidel lifted his head slightly.
"I offer compensation for the failure. Please accept this, master."
With a swift motion, he tossed something forward.
Nergal caught it effortlessly.
He opened his palm—and a dull black glow pulsed from the spherical crystal resting in his hand.
"...A mana core," Nergal muttered. "And a dark one at that."
"Yes, my lord," Ephidel replied. "The core of Nagae Kouya. He used our morphs for his personal schemes, so I reclaimed this from him as compensation."
Nergal turned the core in his hand, the faint lightning trapped inside flickering like dying sparks. His expression shifted—first intrigue, then satisfaction.
"A branch head's mana core... and a lightning attribute at that." His lips curled in approval. "You did well, Ephidel. I expected you to take something else—perhaps a token from the Nagae heir—but this will suffice. The raw energy alone will prove useful."
Ephidel nodded, though cautiously.
"Did you wish for me to reveal our location, master?"
"No." Nergal's smile faded into a thoughtful hum. "But did you hint at anything?"
"A subtle one," Ephidel admitted. "I told them that if they intend to hunt us down, they should already know where to look."
Nergal chuckled softly—darkly.
"Good. They're not fools. They'll understand."
The wind howled outside the fortress, rattling the torches along the corridor. The obsidian gate responded with a faint thrum, almost as if reacting to Nergal's amusement.
"Very well," Nergal said with a dismissive wave. "You may leave."
Ephidel bowed deeply and withdrew, his steps fading into the shadowed hallways.
Now alone again, Nergal turned fully toward the enormous gate. His eyes gleamed with anticipation—hungry, almost reverent.
He placed his hand on the cold surface.
The sigils shivered under his touch.
Something behind the gate stirred.
"...Soon," Nergal whispered.
And he continued to stand there, staring, as though waiting for the perfect moment to open the door that should never be opened.
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Nagae Estate – Riku's Room
August 2, 2021 – Monday – 6:00 A.M.
Riku's POV
Warm morning light slipped through the curtains and brushed against my eyelids. I blinked awake, eyes adjusting to a familiar ceiling, soft cream-colored with the ornate cherrywood frame my mother insisted on installing years ago. For a few seconds, I lay there in silence, my mind foggy, body heavy.
Then it hit me.
I slowly sat up, rubbing my face with both hands.
"...Right."
The memories from yesterday flooded in... and with them, that weight in my chest—the cold, sickening pressure.
I killed Shinichi.
Not an enemy.
Not a stranger.
My brother.
No matter how many times I replayed it, nothing changed. Nothing felt lighter. Nothing made it sit any easier.
There was no other way. I knew that. Everyone knew that. But knowing and accepting are two very different things.
[You're blaming yourself again, partner.]
Albion's voice rumbled gently from the white ring on my right middle finger.
"Albion... it's not..." I sighed, staring at my trembling hands. "I'm not trying to blame myself. It's just—if I moved faster... if I found him before the branch family did... I would've—"
[You would've saved your brother.] Albion cut me off firmly, like a teacher scolding a student who should know better. [But you also saw his face at the end. He was relieved. He was glad it was you. You gave him peace. Respect that. And partner—]
His tone softened in a way only Albion could manage.
[—you don't need to be perfect. Life isn't a damn equation. Things don't always fall in place just because you want them to. Sometimes... shit happens.]
I closed my eyes.
He wasn't wrong.
The guilt wouldn't disappear. Shinichi's final expression, that bittersweet gratitude, was carved into my memory. I'd carry it forever—but maybe that wasn't a curse. Maybe that was how I honored him.
"Yeah... thanks, but I think I'll refrain from fighting for a while…using my power for now might screw me over." I whispered.
[I'm glad your spirits are lifting. But... you might want to look to your right.]
"...Huh?"
I turned my head—then froze.
The covers had slipped halfway off the bed sometime during the night, just enough for me to see a very naked Tenshi sprawled out beside me. Naked as in: not a stitch of anything. Her breasts, her hips, her entire everything was just there. Out in the open. Soft morning light tracing every curve.
My heart nearly launched itself out of my chest.
"What—why—what the hell—" I sputtered, already checking myself in a panic. Shirt? On. Pants? On. Everything intact.
But then she murmured in her sleep, stretching like a satisfied cat.
"Hehe~... how about I make you feel good, Riku~..."
Nope. Absolutely not. That was it.
I coated my fist with Armament Haki and cracked her straight across the face. Tenshi's naked body flew right off my bed with a startled yelp and hit the floor with a dull thud.
That woke her up.
"What the fuck was that for, you bastard?!" Tenshi roared, grabbing my collar while still completely naked, her hair is a mess, and her eyes were burning in rage.
"You tell me!" I shot back. "Why the hell are you in my bed naked?!"
She froze.
Then very slowly... she looked down at herself.
The realization hit her—and she immediately smirked.
"Oh? Like what you're seeing?~" She teased, tilting her head.
I responded by flicking her forehead hard enough to make her yelp.
"First off, thanks for the free service," I said dryly. "Second—put on some damn clothes. If Rinko or the others see this, I'll never hear the end of it."
Tenshi burst out laughing, wiping away a tear.
"Alright, alright!"
She snapped her fingers. Light shimmered across her body as clothes materialized over her skin. Black underwear, black skin-tight pants, a bluish-white shirt, black shoes, and a choker. Her hair tied itself up into a high ponytail, swaying a little as she turned.
"So~ How do I look?" She twirled with a grin.
"That's better." I finally let myself breathe again. "So? How is it—walking around the land of the living again?"
Tenshi sat on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms with a relaxed smile.
"It's great. Fresh air, real sunlight, actual food." She paused, shuddering. "Except for when Eirin chased me around trying to get blood samples yesterday."
I snorted. "Right... your needle phobia."
She glared. "It's not a phobia! It's a... reasonable dislike!"
"Sure." I chuckled. "So, anything interesting while I was knocked out?"
"Well~ someone's waiting for you," Tenshi said, shrugging. "Their energy feels like they're at the Dragon Garden. Want to check it out?"
"Yeah, sure. But first I—"
A soft tapping hit my leg.
I looked down.
"Fuyu?" My big fluffy white cat stared up at me with expectant sapphire eyes, then meowed.
"What's up, girl?" I asked.
She meowed again, pawing at me.
"I see." I rubbed her head. "Tenshi, keep Fuyu company for a bit while I shower."
"Got it." Tenshi sat back down, and Fuyu immediately leapt into her lap. The mighty celestial who could level mountains was now lovingly scratching a cat's belly like her life depended on it.
I shook my head fondly and headed for the bathroom.
The hot water helped a lot more than I expected. It loosened the leftover tension in my muscles and washed away the exhaustion clinging to my skin. When I stepped out, I felt... lighter. Still hurting, still guilty, but stable.
For clothes, I chose something simple: brown cargo pants, black boots, and a dark red shirt. Comfortable, durable, nothing fancy.
When I returned, Tenshi was sitting on the chair with Fuyu stretched across her lap, purring loudly as Tenshi scratched her belly.
"You two really get along." I said as Tenshi was rubbing the Maine Coone's belly.
"She's adorable," Tenshi said proudly. "She could probably eat me whole, but adorable."
Fuyu meowed at me as Tenshi stood and gently placed her back into my arms.
"Well then," I said, shifting Fuyu so she could rest against my shoulder. "Let's go and see who's waiting."
Tenshi nodded and took my hand.
We walked together through the corridor, the morning sunlight lighting our path as we headed toward the Dragon Garden—toward whoever was waiting for me, and whatever came next.
Nagae Estate – Dragon Garden
6:30 A.M.
Passing through the quiet morning corridors with Tenshi walking beside me and Fuyu padding along at my heel, I found myself greeted by almost every staff member I passed. Maids, gardeners, guards—each one paused with a relieved smile, bowing or offering a few heartfelt words about how glad they were to see me awake and in one piece. Their sincerity was enough to warm my chest a little. They knew what happened yesterday. And they were worried I'd break.
I didn't. Not entirely, at least.
By the time we stepped into the Dragon Garden, sunlight had begun spilling over the tiled roofs, reflecting across the koi pond like scattered gold dust. The air smelled of morning dew and blooming lotus. It was peaceful. Calming. A nice break from all the damn bloodshed and chaos lately.
But the peacefulness didn't last long—because right there, near the pond's edge, I saw Tina standing on her tiptoes talking to someone.
Renxue.
She shouldn't even be here this early—hell, she shouldn't be here at all, if we were following normal Spirit Hall protocol. And yet there she was, looking like a scene painted directly out of a Chinese scroll. Elegant. Serene. Unreachable, yet somehow painfully close.
Beside me, Tenshi shot me a smug grin—the kind you'd want to wipe off someone's face with a pillow.
"The person you were hinting at earlier... it's Renxue, isn't it?" I asked dryly.
Tenshi twirled a strand of hair. "Bingo~ And apparently Rongrong invited her yesterday."
I sighed through my nose. "Of course she did."
We approached just as Tina finished her conversation and turned toward us, her eyes half-lidded with sleep. Poor girl looked one good breeze away from collapsing.
Renxue greeted first, her voice as soft as falling snow. "Good morning, Riku. And you as well, Tenshi."
Tina yawned and bowed slightly. "Good morning, onii-san... onee-san..."
Tenshi leaned forward, studying Tina with amused fondness. "I'll take her back to her room. She's two blinks away from face-planting. Is that alright?"
I already knew what Tenshi was doing—giving me and Renxue space. She was about as subtle as a fireworks display, but I appreciated the gesture.
"That is," I said, "if Tina wants that."
I turned to the young girl. "Tina?"
She nodded once, barely awake. "Mm."
And with that, Tenshi crouched down, let Tina climb onto her back, and headed out—waving off my instructions before I could finish giving them. Classic Tenshi.
I exhaled softly and sat down at the same spot Tina had been earlier. Renxue quietly took a place beside me, her golden hair catching the sunlight like strands of light itself.
"So," I began, "how's your stay here? I'm guessing this is your first time in Japan, yeah? Considering you were basically kept sheltered most of your life."
Renxue flushed lightly, confirming my suspicion. "It's... different here. Peaceful. Your workers treated me like family the moment I arrived. Japan's culture is unlike China's in many ways."
"Yeah. China's built on competition and prestige. Here, we just... do what we do best and hope nobody trips while doing it."
She smiled faintly before her expression shifted to something more serious. "Truthfully, the reason I'm here is because Grandfather ordered it. I am to remain in Japan as Spirit Hall's representative."
"Mhm." I narrowed my eyes. "Is that all? Or is Lord Daoliu trying to ship us off together again?"
Her cheeks exploded with red.
To be fair, Lord Daoliu's meddling had been so outrageous two years ago that if he'd arranged for us to 'accidentally' share a hotel room or get trapped under the same umbrella during rainy seasons, I wouldn't be shocked. The man was a Rank 99 Limit Titled Douluo and the High Priest of the Angel God—yet he behaved like a doting grandparent determined to see his granddaughter married off before she turned twenty.
Renxue's voice dropped to a shy murmur. "Elder Chrysanthemum and Elder Ghost said something similar yesterday... before they left."
I blinked. "Wait—they came here? Personally?"
That meant this wasn't just a casual visit. If the Supreme Pontiff's left- and right-hand men came here, there was weight behind it.
But another question tugged at me, one I wasn't sure she'd want to answer.
"How's the situation with your mother? From what I remember, you and Bibi Dong were at each other's throats for years."
Renxue stiffened—just slightly. For her, that was the equivalent of someone else choking.
But after a moment, she answered anyway, her voice surprisingly steady.
"Mother and I... are neutral. For now. I still haven't fully accepted what my father did to her. And... I now know why she killed him. Grandfather never blamed her for it. That's why grandfather let her run Spirit Hall. And I understand why she hated me all these years…whenever she looked at me, she remembers that time…"
The news hit me like a brick.
Spirit Hall's official report had always pinned Qian Xunji's death on Tang Hao. But to think Bibi Dong herself killed him... there had to be layers of trauma and pain behind that. Layers Renxue clearly wasn't ready to peel open further.
I didn't push.
"I see..." I murmured. "But wait—you're still in the middle of the Angel Trials. If you're staying here, how the hell are you supposed to finish them?"
Renxue simply reached over and rested her hand atop mine—her fingers warm, delicate, trembling just a little.
"That is why I am here. I am already on the seventh trial. And the task..." she paused, face fully crimson now, "...is to be with someone I love for one year."
I froze.
My brain processed the words at the speed of an internet connection from 2005.
"...I'm sorry, what?"
Renxue exhaled deeply, collecting courage. "And... if my love is accepted—if the bond goes deeper—my first six spirit rings will each increase by 40,000 years or that's what the Angel God told me."
My eyes went wide. I felt my jaw drop.
That was not a task. That was marriage paperwork disguised as divine mission.
The Angel God must be playing cosmic cupid.
"That trial sounds suspiciously like the Angel God telling you to get married," I muttered.
Renxue hid her face behind her hands. "T-That's... essentially the meaning."
A long silence washed over the garden.
Then she murmured, "I... initially planned to ask you to stay in China for a year. But... with everything happening here... this arrangement is better."
She moved closer—close enough for her shoulder to touch mine, close enough for me to feel the faint tremble in her breaths.
"Riku... for the longest time, I..."
She tried to say it. But the words stuck in her throat.
I didn't let her struggle.
Gently, I took her hand and pulled her into my arms. Renxue gasped softly, her heartbeat thrumming against my chest.
"You don't need to say it," I said quietly. "I know. But I have one question. Just one."
I leaned back just enough to look her in the eyes.
"Are you willing to leave Spirit Hall to be with me?"
Her expression fell immediately, like someone had dropped a curtain over her emotions.
"You know I can't... Spirit Hall is my home. My duty. I can't walk away from that. I still have to re-connect with my mother." She swallowed. "...But if I complete this trial—if I earn my godhood—then maybe... maybe there will be a way."
I smiled faintly. "Then I hope you complete it with flying colors. And I want to tell you something."
My fingers traced lightly along her cheek. Her breath hitched.
"I love you, Qian Renxue."
Her breath hitched—then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Soft yet desperate. Sweet yet trembling. Like she had been waiting years for this moment—because she had.
When she finally pulled back, tears glimmered in her golden eyes.
"Do you know how long I waited for you to say that?" she whispered. "Three years."
"...Then I'm sorry for making you wait that long."
She shook her head, smiling through her tears. "I don't mind. Not anymore."
I chuckled lightly and brushed my thumb over her cheek. "Alright, but we're going to need to talk to Rinko and the others about this. You'll need to get along with them, considering, uh... our situation."
Renxue straightened her back, regaining her usual composure. "I met them briefly yesterday... but everything was chaotic, so we didn't get a chance to truly talk."
"Then this morning's a perfect time."
I rose to my feet and extended my hand to her. "Breakfast should be ready soon."
"I'd like that," she said softly.
Renxue took my hand without hesitation, her grip warm, firm, and hopeful.
Together, we walked back toward the estate—no longer as old acquaintances weighed down by politics, but as two people taking their first steps toward something real.
For the first time in days... the world didn't feel quite as heavy. Not forgiven. Not healed.
But lighter.
A small start toward something better.
And as we stepped through the sliding doors back into the estate, Renxue whispered—barely audible, almost shy:
"Thank you... for choosing me."
I squeezed her hand once more.
"Always."
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Nagae Estate – Dining Room
7:00 A.M.
As we made our way through the quiet hall toward the dining room, Renxue's fingers slipped from mine. I paused, slightly confused, and she lowered her gaze in embarrassment.
"I... I'm not used to holding hands for long," she murmured, cheeks lightly pink.
A soft laugh escaped me—not mocking, but endeared. For all her power, all her training, all her legacy as one of China's most gifted Spirit Masters... she was still a maiden in love at heart. And gods, I loved that about her.
Fuyu's claws clicked lightly on the polished wooden floor behind us, following in calm silence.
When we stepped into the dining room, the familiar scent of morning coffee greeted us. Grandfather sat at the head of the long table, already dressed for the day, his glasses glinting as he read through a stack of papers. Beside him sat Kuroka, her two black tails swaying lazily as she nibbled on a piece of toast.
"Good morning, grandfather. And you too, Kuroka," I greeted. "I thought you'd gone back to the Myouren Temple."
Kuroka stretched her arms above her head, ears twitching. "Well, I would have nya... but Byakuren-sama insisted I stay here for a while. I can go back to the temple for meetings and stuff, but for the most part, I'm living here now."
A smile tugged at my lips. Having Kuroka around eased the tension in the estate. Even after everything, she could still joke, still smile. That was something worth appreciating.
Grandfather set down his coffee cup, eyeing me carefully. "How are you feeling today, Riku?"
I slid my hands into my pockets. "I'm alright. Albion gave me a solid pep talk. I'll never forget what happened... but I'll always remember him too. But I don't want to involve myself in fighting for a while."
A breath escaped me. "By the way, what about Sayori-san? She's in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost, right?"
Grandfather's expression fell subtly, the weight of old grief softening his features. "Sayori has decided to remain in the forest. The death of her son weighed heavily on her when I informed her. She believes she would be in danger outside—Kouya dragged the branch family's name into the mud." He paused. "She does not blame you, Riku. Not for any of it."
Relief washed through me, loosening a knot in my chest I didn't realize I'd been carrying. Still... a part of me ached knowing she'd chosen isolation for the rest of her days. But at least she has Mokou and Keine-sensei to keep her company.
Before I could dwell on it, Grandfather shifted his attention.
"Ah, Renxue. How was your time at the Dragon Garden?"
Renxue bowed her head politely. "It was... enlightening, Senior Nagae."
I exhaled slowly. No point dancing around this. "Grandfather, there's something I want to tell you." I reached over and held Renxue's hand. "Just now... Renxue and I made things official."
Grandfather's eyes widened behind his glasses, blinking twice before he composed himself. Kuroka's jaw literally dropped, toast nearly falling off her plate.
"I see," Grandfather said, adjusting his glasses. "So you two have finally acknowledged your feelings. Good."
Kuroka pointed dramatically between us. "Wait, wait—what? I need context, nya!"
I chuckled. "Right. First things first—Kuroka, this is Qian Renxue. Renxue, this is Kuroka."
Renxue offered a graceful nod. Kuroka responded with a stiff one of her own, though her eyes widened the moment her gaze locked onto Renxue's aura.
"P-Pleasure to meet you...Kuroka," Renxue said softly.
"Pleasure is mine but—uh—why the hell do you have that much holy power?!" Kuroka blurted out.
Renxue glanced at me with a helpless look. I patted her hand reassuringly.
"Well," I said, "that story's a long one. Grandfather, are Rinko and the others awake yet?"
"They're exhausted from yesterday," he replied. "I expect them to wake a bit later."
I nodded and gestured for Renxue to sit. "Then we might as well talk while it's quiet, Xue'er," I said, letting the old nickname slip naturally.
Renxue froze, turning a flaming shade of red. Kuroka leaned forward with a mischievous grin.
"Oooh~ So that's a pet name, nya?"
Renxue covered her face with both hands. "Y-Yes... but it's been a long time since he called me that. The only others who ever did were... my mother."
Kuroka blinked, taken aback by the sudden vulnerability.
I cleared my throat gently. "Anyway. Xue'er, I'll explain how I met Kuroka, and how I became the White Dragon Douluo. I figured you'd want to know."
Renxue straightened, eyes shining with curiosity. "I do."
So I told her.
From the moment I saved Kuroka back in Nagano that June—the day that began this entire whirlwind—up to learning of her origins as a Nekoshou. I explained how she came from another world, the ancient war between the Biblical factions, the society of devils and their Evil Pieces, the cruel politics, the betrayal that shattered her life, and finally the truth behind her being framed for a crime she never committed.
I told Renxue about Sacred Gears, about how fate had chosen us in different yet strangely parallel ways. About how worlds beyond ours operated under rules both brutal and unforgiving.
The tale stretched on, piece by piece, until the clock struck 7:30 A.M.
Renxue sat frozen, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"How dare they..." she whispered. Her aura trembled violently. "How dare those devils exploit you... and to frame you for something you didn't do?! They should be purged."
Golden light erupted around her.
Her Martial Soul manifested in full: six vast angelic wings unfurling behind her, each feather shimmering with divine radiance. Her violet eyes shifted to luminous gold, reflecting fury sharp enough to cut through steel.
Kuroka flinched, shrinking back from the overwhelming holy pressure. Even Fuyu growled instinctively, sensing the sacred tension in the air.
I immediately stepped toward Renxue. "Xue'er. Calm down." My voice was gentle, not commanding. "Kuroka is safe now. She's here. She's moving forward."
Her golden eyes wavered. Slowly, the wings receded, fading into motes of light.
Renxue exhaled shakily. "Forgive me... I just... you've suffered too much." She turned to Kuroka, bowing her head. "If Spirit Hall ever learned of this, they would not let it stand."
"No kidding," Grandfather muttered into his coffee. "Spirit Hall might declare war on the devils."
Kuroka choked on her toast.
I moved on before either could react too strongly.
"And Xue'er—about the Sacred Gears... and about me."
I explained how I had obtained the Divine Dividing, how Albion chose me, and how I became the perfect Hakuryuukou. I described the changes in my body—how my internal organs had been reshaped into those of a dragon, granting resilience far beyond any human physique.
"And yes," I added, "because of that, I have a lifespan of at least twenty thousand years."
Kuroka's ears shot straight up. Grandfather nearly dropped his cup.
Renxue gasped softly. "Riku... you..."
"Yeah," I said with a half-smile. "It's a lot. But it's my reality."
Renxue looked at me with an expression torn between astonishment and something deeply emotional—almost hopeful.
So I reached out and placed my hand over hers again.
"Whatever I've become... whoever I end up being in the future... it won't change how I see you."
Her breath hitched ever so slightly.
Grandfather cleared his throat, the slightest amused curve on his lips. "Well. Breakfast will be ready soon. If this is how your morning starts, I dread to imagine the rest of your day."
Kuroka snorted. "You're telling me, nya."
Renxue simply squeezed my hand beneath the table—soft, warm, grounding.
And for the first time since yesterday's storm...
the world felt a little brighter.
Nagae Estate – Balcony
8:30 A.M.
Third POV
The morning settled quietly over the eastern balcony of the Nagae Estate, sunlight stretching across the rails like soft golden ribbons. After Riku finished explaining the situation with Kuroka to Renxue—and confessed the truth about yesterday—Rinko, Miyu, Eli, Rei, and Rongrong finally arrived. Judging from their half-awake expressions and messy hair, they had rushed out of their rooms the moment they felt Riku's aura stirring.
Rongrong was the first to react. When she saw Renxue sitting beside Riku, her smile bloomed instantly—an earnest, knowing expression, the kind that said she understood exactly what had happened between the two. Before the girls could swarm Renxue with questions, Riku raised a hand and assured them that everything would be explained after breakfast.
As everyone took their seats around the long table, Riku looked around and realized someone was missing.
"By the way, where's Youmu at?" he asked.
Kyoya casually sipped his morning tea before answering. "She's helping Yuyuko at the Hakugyokurou. She left early."
"I see... And Mafuyu?"
"Asleep," Kyoya replied. "Her group at 25-ji Nightcord de had a meeting. It ended late. Let her rest."
Before Riku could respond, a familiar ripple of celestial energy brushed through the room. Tenshi stepped inside with a long yawn stretching across her face. Rinko practically jumped in her seat.
"T-Tenshi?! What are you doing here?!"
Riku raised a brow at the Celestial. "Last I checked, you took Tina to her room. Where'd you disappear to this time?"
"I napped with Tina," Tenshi said simply, stretching her arms. "Kid's warm. Like a tiny blanket."
She slid into a seat beside Kuroka, earning a suspicious look from the cat girl. Rinko leaned over and whispered to Riku.
"You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah," Riku said with a small smile. "Albion gave me a pep talk. I'm good. And I need to keep moving forward for him from now on as well It'll take a while, but I can manage."
That seemed to ease some of her worry—just in time for breakfast to arrive.
Large platters were brought out, steam rising from fragrant dishes. Today was unmistakably Chinese: congee simmering with shredded pork, steamed buns, xiaolongbao, mapo tofu, stir-fried greens, and even hand-pulled noodles.
Riku shot a suspicious glare at Kyoya.
"...You planned this?"
Kyoya raised both hands defensively. "I didn't. Today is the start of Chinese Cuisine Week remember?"
Riku pulled out his phone to check the schedule... and Kyoya was absolutely right.
"Well," Riku muttered, "at least the timing's perfect."
Rongrong and Renxue were delighted, their faces softening with familiar comfort. Riku, noticing that warmth, chuckled.
"If either of you want something specific from home, just ask. I can cook a few things myself."
That earned him two bright, grateful smiles.
Breakfast unfolded peacefully after that—warm, steady, grounding. A good start before the long day ahead.
After they finished eating, Riku led Rinko, Eli, Miyu, Rei, Rongrong, and Renxue to the eastern balcony overlooking the estate. The breeze brushed softly past them, carrying the subtle chill of early morning.
Tenshi and Kuroka opted out of the conversation entirely. Tenshi, with her usual grin, challenged Kuroka to a fight the moment breakfast ended. Kuroka—never one to refuse a brawl—grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her straight to the Real Solid Vision room.
That left the others seated around Riku in quiet expectation.
He straightened himself, rested his palms on his knees, and spoke clearly.
"Now that we're all here, I want to formally introduce the newest addition to the Nagae Family." His eyes moved to Renxue with a gentle certainty. "Everyone—aside from Rongrong, who already knows—meet Qian Renxue. My sixth fiancée."
The balcony fell silent.
Rinko's jaw dropped. Eli froze mid-breath. Miyu went stiff. Even Rei, who always acted composed, blinked in surprise. Rongrong simply sipped her tea and smiled behind the cup.
Rinko regained her voice first.
"Umm... Riku... since when did this happen?"
"A few hours ago," Riku answered calmly. "And her feelings for me are tied to her trial."
The moment the word "trial" left his mouth, the girls stiffened again—this time with suspicion.
Riku noticed immediately.
"Before you start thinking something's wrong, let me explain. Her feelings, her trial, and her identity are all connected to her Martial Soul. Renxue—go ahead."
Renxue nodded gracefully and stepped forward. The sunlight seemed to pause as she summoned her power. Six radiant wings unfurled behind her—seraphic, dazzling, pure. Holy light enveloped the balcony in a warm yet divine glow.
Rongrong merely admired it with pride, but the other girls were struck speechless.
Miyu, however, reacted very differently.
Her eyes widened like she had just witnessed a sacred miracle. Then, without hesitation, she dropped to her knees and pressed her hands together in prayer.
"L-Lord... thank you for sending an angel...!"
Renxue froze, face flushing pink.
"U-Umm... Riku... why is she praying to me...?"
Riku pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting back a laugh.
"Miyu's extremely religious. She saw your wings and assumed you were an actual angel... probably sent as some kind of divine message."
Rongrong's shoulders shook as she tried to stifle her laughter. Renxue looked like she wanted to disappear entirely.
With an embarrassed cough, Renxue dismissed her Martial Soul. The wings dissipated in a shimmer of fading light, leaving only the ordinary, beautiful girl beneath.
"I-I'm not a messenger of heaven," she muttered under her breath. "This is just my Martial Soul..."
Miyu peeked up cautiously, still clasping her hands.
"So... you're... not?"
"No. Absolutely not."
"Oh..." Miyu sat back on her heels, cheeks pink. "I... see..."
Riku patted Miyu's head gently. "It's alright. You just got a little excited."
Once Miyu settled, Riku gestured for Renxue to sit again.
Once Riku and Rongrong finally caught their breath from laughing at Renxue's flustered reaction, the mood relaxed into a warm, curious rhythm. The girls leaned forward, waiting for Riku to continue. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table before speaking.
"Alright, so...as to how met her, it was a week before TI9," he began. "All the bands had already arrived in Shanghai, so we had some time to walk around, explore, do whatever. What I didn't expect was that Spirit Hall would be the one organizing TI that year."
Miyu blinked. "Riku-san... what's Spirit Hall?"
Rongrong answered before Riku could. "Spirit Hall is the largest Spirit Master faction in China. They act as the law enforcement—and the judges—of the Spirit Master world. Most of their members are high-ranking. Renxue here is the young mistress of Spirit Hall. Her grandfather is the Grand Elder himself."
The reaction was instantaneous. Rinko, Eli, Miyu, and Rei stared at Renxue with wide eyes. The weight of "royalty" was settling into their minds, and they were all very aware of how casually she was sitting beside Riku.
Riku continued with a chuckle. "Anyway... one of the elders showed us around the Spirit Hall facilities, and while we were touring, I met Renxue. And—no exaggeration—she challenged me to a fight the second she saw me. Back then, she's cunning, manipulative and a borderline battle maniac."
Four heads slowly rotated to Renxue.
The Seraphim Douluo scratched her cheek, embarrassed while casting a glare at Riku. "W-well... when I heard the Nagae family's prodigy came to the mainland, I couldn't ignore it. Grandfather always praised Riku's talent and saying that his skills are on par to mine or even more. Even though he wasn't a Spirit Master, he was still considered exceptional. So when I saw him there, I thought... if I want to test myself, this is my chance."
Eli raised her hand hesitantly. "Kyoya-sama mentioned your fight lasted three hours. Was that true?"
Riku and Renxue both nodded.
"It did," Riku said. "And honestly? I didn't even want to accept her challenge at first. But looking at her face back then... I just knew she'd hound me every single day until I gave in. So I accepted it before she made it worse. I thought to myself that she might attack me in broad daylight or have some of the elders attack me if I didn't accept her challenge."
"Hey!" Renxue said to Riku as he just shrugged his shoulders while Rongrong snickered.
"Luckily," Rongrong added, "several elders were there to officiate the match. They were stunned that Riku lasted that long. Normally, anyone who fights Renxue can't even handle ten minutes. But Riku? He went three hours without going down."
The girls turned to Riku with newfound admiration—and just a little bit of disbelief.
"Yeah," Riku said, stretching his arms behind his head. "Her Angel Domain weakens my magic. A lot. I needed time to adapt and find gaps in her formation. Eventually, I found a loophole. I won... but barely."
Renxue let out a soft sigh. "After that fight, I didn't know what to think anymore. At first, I wanted to fight him again to make things even. But then Riku came to me and said he wanted to know more about me. Not as Spirit Hall's young mistress... but as Qian Renxue. And he even wanted to fight me the next time we meet."
Her voice grew faint at the end. Eli smiled knowingly.
"And that's when things started, right?"
Renxue nodded. "Yes. During the tournament, whenever Riku had free time, we'd spend it together before he returned to his band. I started enjoying his company more than I expected."
Riku shrugged lightly. "Renxue was honestly refreshing. Rongrong was my only close friend in China, and Renxue... well, she was sheltered. Spending time with her helped her see things outside Spirit Hall."
The girls exchanged glances, piecing together the unspoken part: Riku had given Renxue something she never had—normal moments.
Renxue folded her hands in her lap. "When the tournament ended and he was about to return to Portugal with his band, Riku gave me his contact. I'm grateful grandfather allowed me to keep a phone."
This time, the shock around the table was stronger.
"Wait—wait," Rei said. "You weren't allowed to use electronics?"
"Not normally," Renxue answered. "He considers them a distraction. But when he saw me with Riku, he... reconsidered."
Riku sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Lord Daoliu goes above and beyond for his granddaughter. And I mean way above. Everywhere we went, it felt like someone was trying to push us together. Subtly. Not-so-subtly. Very not-subtly."
"Eh?!" Rinko, Eli, Miyu, and Rei chorused together.
Riku shrugged helplessly. "Look, the man might be Spirit Hall's Grand Elder, but deep down he's the most doting grandfather I've ever seen."
Renxue didn't even deny it. She only sighed with a tired, affectionate smile. "Grandfather truly means well, but yes... he sometimes pushes too hard."
Rongrong leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. "Honestly, I'm not surprised. Renxue may look composed, but she never had much freedom growing up."
The room fell into a still, breathless quiet the moment Riku revealed the truth.
"Now, about the trial I mentioned earlier... this ties directly to Renxue's Martial Soul." His tone shifted—firm, steady, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Her Martial Soul is extremely unique. Once a Spirit Master reaches a certain rank, they become qualified to undertake a divine trial. And if they succeed in all of those trials... they ascend to Godhood. Renxue is already close. Very close."
Those words struck the group like a lightning bolt. Rinko froze mid-sip, Rei's eyes widened, and Eli almost dropped her cup. But Miyu—sweet, devout, grounded Miyu—reacted the strongest. Her expression shattered into pure shock as the implication sank in.
The woman before them... was one step away from becoming a god.
Her breath hitched.
Then hitched again.
"M-Miyu-chan?" Rinko whispered.
But the panic already consumed her. Miyu trembled, hands clutching her skirt as rapid breaths spilled past her lips. Riku immediately darted to her side, with Rongrong right behind him. Miyu's face was pale, her vision unfocused as her chest rose and fell far too quickly.
"Easy, easy... Miyu, look at me," Riku said, keeping his voice gentle but assertive.
He pressed a hand to her back, magic flowing from his palm like warm sunlight, easing the physical panic constricting her lungs. Meanwhile, Rongrong placed her hand over Miyu's heart, letting soft Spirit Power resonate through her.
"Miyu, it's okay. Breathe with us. In... and out," Rongrong murmured.
It took nearly a minute before the trembling finally began to subside. Miyu blinked, vision clearing, and slowly raised her face to the two helping her.
"...Riku-san... Rongrong-san..."
"There you go," Riku said, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat. "You're alright. You just... got overwhelmed. Honestly, me and Rongrong should've told you this way earlier."
Rongrong gave a sheepish chuckle. "Yeah... we kinda forgot to mention that every Spirit Master's ultimate aim is becoming a God. Well, not everyone wants that. I'm pretty satisfied with what I've got."
That tiny dose of humor eased Miyu's breathing further. She allowed them to help her stand, though her cheeks were still red with embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorry for reacting like that... it's just—finding out Renxue-san is that close to godhood, I..."
"Hey," Riku said, lifting her chin lightly with a soft smile. "There's nothing to apologize for. Anyone would be shaken."
The others quietly nodded in agreement, grounding Miyu further.
Rongrong took over the explanation. "Anyway... Renxue is taking what's known as the Angel Trials—divine tests personally bestowed by the Angel God. There are nine tasks total. Complete all of them, and you inherit the position of the next Angel God. And based on what Renxue told me a week ago, she's currently on her seventh task."
That drew everyone's attention back to Renxue. She sat elegantly as always, but her posture stiffened under the sudden barrage of stunned gazes. Rei lifted a hand timidly.
"Um... Renxue-san... what exactly were your previous tasks?"
Renxue nodded, setting her teacup aside. She straightened her back, her golden hair shimmering like a sunbeam—an image so serene that it briefly masked the intensity of her words.
"For my first three tasks... they were purely physical trials. And I was forbidden from using Spirit Power." She exhaled softly. "It took me three years to complete them."
Rinko, Rei, and Eli all winced. Three years of physical trials without Spirit Power sounded closer to torture than training.
Renxue continued, "My fourth task required me to protect someone for three months... without them realizing it."
Miyu blinked. "That sounds like a stealth mission... but for ninety days straight?"
Renxue nodded.
"My fifth task was to endure the Angel God's divine light for two full weeks."
That alone was enough to leave the girls pale.
But her sixth task...
"...And the sixth task demanded that I face five Titled Douluo at once."
The room went dead silent.
Five. Titled. Douluo.
Rinko felt her stomach drop. Miyu swallowed hard. Even Eli's usual calm nearly cracked. They knew of the life of a Spirit Master thanks to Rongrong, but they didn't expect that it was that heavy.
The weight of Renxue's path became clearer—every hardship, every test, every impossible hurdle that she had somehow overcome. The awe in the room was unavoidable.
Renxue shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable with being the center of such intense attention. She clasped her hands together on her lap, cheeks coloring faintly as she mumbled:
"And now... the seventh task is..."
Her voice trailed off.
Rinko leaned forward. "What is it, Renxue-san?"
Renxue's face turned a deeper shade of red.
"...T-The seventh task is... that I must stay with someone I love for a year."
Every girl in the room froze.
Jaw. Dropped.
A full, collective silence followed.
Rongrong was the first to break it.
"E-Excuse me?! That's the first time I've heard of this!"
Renxue nodded shyly.
Riku rubbed his temples. "Yeah. What Renxue said is true. Her seventh task is to be with me for a year. And honestly? I'm convinced the Angel God is playing matchmaker at this point. And it's not amusing."
That earned a series of stifled chuckles. Even Miyu let out a soft laugh.
Renxue twirled a strand of her hair, voice barely above a whisper. "W-Well... Grandpa always said the Angel God designs trials that 'benefit the chosen one.' Maybe the Angel God... discovered my feelings for Riku..."
Rongrong smiled gently. Rei and Rinko exchanged knowing glances. Even Eli smirked.
"And that," Riku sighed, "gave her the courage to take the next step."
Rongrong leaned back in her seat. "Still... what's Spirit Hall going to do with this situation?"
Riku tapped his chin. "Grandfather told me earlier that Spirit Hall has formed an alliance with the Celestial Families—along with China's three major clans yesterday. So... I believe everything can be managed peacefully."
Rongrong nearly dropped her teacup. "Hold on—what?! That's a massive alliance!"
Riku nodded. "Yeah. But I think Spirit Hall is looking for a foothold in the new era, and having an alliance with us might make it easy for them."
Rinko, however, had a different question—one that made the room tense subtly.
"Riku... this might be a sensitive question, but... are the Celestial Families stronger than Spirit Masters?"
Riku blinked, then let out a thoughtful hum. "Good question. Honestly? It could go either way. But if both sides go all out... the Celestial Families probably hold the upper hand. We have a wide array of spells and techniques tailored for different situations. Spirit Masters, on the other hand, rely on nine Soul Skills. One ability per ring. But if they get a stronger Spirit Ring, they might get at least two abilities from it. But that's it."
Rongrong and Renxue both looked down, not offended but quietly acknowledging the reality of the comparison. Versatility wasn't something Spirit Masters were known for.
Seeing the mood dip, Rinko cleared her throat and shifted the topic.
"Renxue-san," she said, her tone steady and serious. "I want to ask you something."
Renxue straightened at the sudden formality. "Yes? What is it?"
Rinko's gaze sharpened—not hostile, but deeply searching. Roselia's stoic keyboardist rarely showed emotion, but right now, her expression carried a certain weight... a certain protective edge.
"How far," Rinko asked slowly, "are you willing to go for Riku?"
The room froze once again.
Every eye turned to Renxue.
Rongrong held her breath.
Rei sat perfectly still.
Miyu touched her chest, sensing the tension.
Renxue met Rinko's eyes.
And the world seemed to hold still as they waited for her answer.
"I..." She exhaled shakily, but her voice steadied. "I'm prepared to give everything I am. My strength, my time, my loyalty, even my future as an Angel God... if it means protecting him."
Everyone froze.
Renxue continued, the words flowing now with sincerity and conviction.
"I know what it means to walk the path of Godhood. I know the cost. I've carried it for years. But Riku..." Her gaze softened, warm and achingly vulnerable. "He was the first person who saw me as Renxue—not as Qian Renxue of Spirit Hall, not as the inheritor of the Angel God, not as someone born for a divine throne. Just... me. A young woman with a lot on her plate."
She placed a hand over her heart—almost unconsciously.
"If my path leads me to Godhood, then I want to reach that peak without losing who I want to be. And if the Angel God gave me this seventh trial... then maybe he wants me to face my own heart honestly, too."
Rinko held her gaze for several seconds, her expression unreadable.
Then she smiled—softly, gently, in a way she rarely showed.
"I see," she said. "Thank you for answering."
Renxue's shoulders relaxed, but her blush remained.
The others exchanged glances—some touched, some impressed, some simply in awe at the level of devotion they had just witnessed.
Riku, quietly exhaling, looked at Renxue with a complicated yet unmistakably warm expression, realizing once again just how deep her feelings truly ran.
Riku noticed the faint smile softening Rinko's normally sharp expression—a small but unmistakable sign of approval. He let that reassurance settle before turning his attention toward the last person whose thoughts he needed to hear.
"Miyu," he said gently, "what about you? What's your take on Renxue's answer?"
"Huh? M-Me?" Miyu blinked rapidly, pointing to herself as though the idea hadn't even occurred to her.
"Yes, you." Riku leaned back, voice calm but firm. "Like I told everyone back at the gathering, I'm giving both you and Rinko full freedom to decide whether the girl I choose is someone you can accept. Rinko clearly does." He gestured toward the still-smiling Rinko. "Now I want to hear your voice as well."
Miyu froze. Even her breathing hesitated, as though the pressure of being placed on the spot had wrapped itself around her chest. The thought of having to weigh in on something so sensitive—something that would influence not just her, but Riku, Renxue, and the entire group—was daunting in a way she felt ill-prepared for.
But then she looked at Renxue.
Renxue wasn't tense. She wasn't defensive. Her expression was open, hopeful, respectful—willing to accept whatever Miyu decided, even if it wasn't in her favor.
Something in Miyu loosened. She drew in a slow breath, steadied her voice, and finally spoke.
"To be honest... I wasn't sure." Her hands tightened on her knees. "When I heard she might become a God, when I saw how powerful and important she really is, I didn't know if someone like her and someone like us could even belong in the same world."
Renxue remained silent, eyes locked on Miyu.
"But..." Miyu continued, her tone warming, "after hearing everything about her, and after seeing how deeply she cares for you, Riku-san... how far she's willing to go for you..." She smiled softly. "Then I want to welcome her with open arms."
It was pure, sincere, and free of hesitation.
Renxue rose almost immediately and gave a respectful bow—deep enough to show gratitude, but gentle enough to avoid making Miyu uncomfortable.
"Thank you," she said, her voice rich with relief. "Thank you for giving me the chance to be by Riku's side. I promise I won't only protect him—but all of you as well."
Rongrong grinned wide, arms crossing confidently. "Heh. Spirit Hall protection, huh? We're basically untouchable now."
"You say that with way too much confidence," Eli commented dryly.
"It's justified," Riku said plainly. "With Spirit Hall backing us, no international power would dare interfere. Spirit Hall's influence isn't just combat—it's political, economic, even cultural. They're a giant among giants."
That gave all the girls pause. Even Miyu, who knew less about the Spirit Master world than the others, felt the gravity of that truth.
Then Rei raised a hand slightly—her expression thoughtful but cautious. "Renxue-san... if it's not rude to ask... how old are you?"
The room went still. The question wasn't offensive, but it certainly wasn't expected.
Renxue blinked once. "Oh. Right. I forgot to tell you all." She placed a hand on her chest with a small, sheepish smile. "Although I look around eighteen... I'm actually twenty-three this year."
The reaction was immediate.
"TWENTY-THREE?!" Rinko, Miyu, Eli, and Rei exclaimed in unison, nearly jumping from their seats.
Riku couldn't help but let out a disbelieving laugh. Rongrong smirked, clearly enjoying their shock.
"Yup," Riku said. "When I first learned she was older than me, I was surprised too. But honestly? It doesn't matter. I love her all the same."
Renxue's cheeks flared pink, and her wings—normally hidden—flickered faintly behind her shoulders in embarrassment.
Rinko recovered first. "So... that makes six now." Her gaze sharpened. "Riku, is there anyone else who has feelings for you?"
All six fiancées turned toward him at once. Their synchronized stare was strong enough to knock a weaker man flat.
Riku didn't flinch.
"I know," he said calmly. "There are three others."
They swallowed hard—an audible, collective gulp.
"W-Who are the other three?" Miyu asked quietly.
"The first one is Saaya."
Rinko blinked—then gave a knowing smile. "Yamabuki-san too, huh... When did you realize it?"
"In June. When I told everyone we were engaged." Riku rested his chin on his hand. "Her atmosphere changed instantly. It wasn't obvious, but it was there—a sadness she tried to hide. But when I mentioned the Harem Initiative... I felt her mood shift again. From despair... to something hopeful."
The girls exchanged glances. It made sense.
"Who's the second?" Rongrong asked.
"Hinomori Shizuku."
The reaction was explosive.
"EH?! Hinomori-san?!" Rinko nearly toppled over.
"You mean the idol from MORE MORE JUMP?!" Rei gasped.
"Wait," Miyu said, eyes wide, "didn't your family endorse MORE MORE JUMP recently? Don't tell me that's connected?"
Riku shook his head. "No, Miyu. We endorsed them because of Miku. MORE MORE JUMP was dangerously close to signing with a Russian organization. And I refuse to let any foreign group tamper with my mother's legacy."
That explanation hit with quiet weight. Rinko placed a hand over her heart. Miyu and Eli both nodded in understanding.
"So Hinomori-san... You met her before, didn't you?" Rinko deduced. "Otherwise she wouldn't develop feelings that strong."
Riku inhaled slowly.
"Yes. I met Shizuku ten years ago."
Rinko reacted first, eyes widening with sudden realization. "Wait—if you met her ten years ago, then why didn't you recognize her when we met her recently?"
Riku's shoulders tensed. Not with fear, but with the weight of a memory that had never healed fully.
"There's a reason," he said softly. "I lost some of my memories ten years ago."
The world went still.
"When I was training my magic with Ran-san, assassins suddenly appeared. They were targeting me specifically." His voice remained steady, but his fiancées could see the shadow behind his tone. "Ran-san fought them off, but one managed to slip through. He stabbed my left eye."
The reactions were instant—sharp breaths, horrified gasps, trembling hands.
"That's why..." Eli whispered.
Riku nodded.
"After Ran-san killed the last assassin, she rushed me to the hospital. The damage to my eye was too severe. It had to be replaced with an artificial one crafted by Eirin-san that's why my other eye is gold." He paused, then continued, "But whatever that blade was... it didn't just blind me. It crippled half my magic. And it took a portion of my memories with it."
Rongrong bit down on her lip, eyes shimmering with anger and sorrow. Rinko clenched her hands tightly. Miyu reached toward Riku instinctively, her fingers trembling.
Renxue did not need to raise her voice for the temperature in the room to drop. The moment she heard what had happened to Riku, her aura leaked out in a slow, simmering flare. Light shimmered around her shoulders, the faint silhouette of her Martial Soul beginning to manifest behind her—wings of gold unfurling like blades ready to strike.
"Who?" she asked quietly, but that quiet carried far more danger than a shout. "Who did that to you?"
Rongrong's reaction was no gentler. Her aura pulsed outward like a heartbeat, deep pink and sharp-edged. The air around her shimmered as though responding to her irritation. "Yeah," she added, arms crossed as power radiated from her. "I'd like to know too."
Riku lifted a hand in a calm, steadying gesture. "Both of you, breathe. It's already been handled." His voice had weight—an edge neither of them missed. "And the culprit is none other than the Nagae Branch Family."
Silence fell instantly, but not a peaceful one. It was the heavy, crushing kind that follows after a blade is drawn.
Renxue's expression froze, her golden eyes sharpening. Rongrong went still, the aura around her flickering with simmering contempt. Even the air trembled with the tension.
Riku continued, voice steady even as he revisited the memory. "They used my condition as an excuse to push me out. Claimed that because of my injuries, I wasn't fit to be the next head. The only way to keep my position was to reach Relic Rank before turning seventeen." He gave a short, humorless breath. "So I did. Brutally. Painfully. And loudly enough that they couldn't say a damn thing afterward."
The two girls slowly settled, their auras receding. They both knew what his words implied—there was no Branch Family anymore, at least not a functional one. Their leader was dead. Their influence shattered. No one needed to say it aloud.
Miyu, who had been listening quietly, tilted her head. "Then... how did your memories return?" she asked softly.
Riku's gaze shifted toward Rongrong, a small smile touching the corner of his lips.
"It's thanks to Rongrong."
The sudden statement made Rongrong's eyes widen. "M-Me? What did I do?"
"The artificial Martial Soul that you commissioned," Riku explained, tapping his chest lightly. "When it merged properly with the Divine Dividing, my magic power surged back to full strength. When that happened... my memories returned with it." He exhaled slowly, the weight of rediscovered years sitting behind his eyes.
"And as for Shizuku," he continued, "I met her ten years ago. Back when Fuyu was still little and constantly wandering off. I was searching for the big fluffball when I found Shizuku crying in a park." His smile softened. "She was terrified. I offered to help her look for Shiho, but she didn't trust me at first. So I stayed with her, comforted her until she felt safe enough to take my hand. We searched together the whole time."
He leaned back, recalling the small, innocent moment with surprising clarity.
"Turns out Shiho was at the police station with Fuyu. After that, Shizuku and I never saw each other again... but I told her that if fate allowed it, we'd meet again."
The room was quiet—his fiancées absorbing the story with wide eyes.
Rinko blinked several times, stunned. "T-To think that Hinomori-san... fell for you from that alone..."
"Considering how she talked to me," Riku admitted, cheeks subtly pinkening, "it's pretty obvious she wanted to convey something."
Eli narrowed her eyes mischievously. "Now that you mention it... you were blushing when Shizuku spoke to you earlier. Especially when you chose to endorse MORE MORE JUMP." She gave a knowing smirk.
Riku froze. Then reddened. Renxue and Rongrong exchanged glances, momentarily forgetting their earlier irritation as they watched their incredibly powerful fiancé turn flustered. It was an unusual sight.
"A-Anyway!" Rei cut in abruptly, mercifully steering the topic elsewhere. "The third one, Riku? Who is it?"
Riku composed himself before answering, "Maribel Hearn."
Rongrong shot up like a startled cat, hands slamming onto the table. "Wait—THE Maribel Hearn?! The one who proved the existence of other dimensions? THAT girl has feelings for you?!"
"Yep," Riku replied without hesitation. "The very same one. She's shy, though. Like—cripplingly shy. She had multiple chances to confess, but every single time she fumbled. And she's a magician, like me. Her ability lets her detect boundaries."
His fiancées stared, the realization dawning.
"Does that mean she's a youkai?" Miyu asked.
"No," Riku shook his head. "She's purely human. But Yukari-san took her under her wing because her ability mirrors hers. Merry isn't much of a fighter, though."
The girls exchanged long, impressed looks. Riku having a connection to a world-renowned boundary magician was one thing. But Maribel being under Yukari's tutelage? That was a different scale entirely.
Before the atmosphere grew too heavy again, Riku clapped his hands lightly.
"Actually... I have an idea."
The shift in tone made the girls perk up.
"How about we all go out today? Together."
"All of us?" Rinko repeated, blinking.
"Hm," Riku nodded. "It would be a good chance for all of you to get to know Renxue. And..." He gave Renxue a sympathetic look. "She doesn't have any clothes aside from her Spirit Hall uniform. So you three know exactly what I'm trying to say."
The reaction was instantaneous.
Rinko, Miyu, and Eli's eyes sparkled—no, gleamed—like a trio of fashion-hungry predators discovering a brand-new specimen to experiment on. Even Renxue stiffened under their sudden, almost frightening enthusiasm.
Before Riku could say anything else, his phone buzzed. He checked it, glanced at the message, and sighed deeply—the weary kind that said he already knew some kind of disaster awaited him.
Kazehana had texted.
Kuroka and Tenshi had... gone overboard.
To the point Kazehana had to send both of them to the infirmary.
Riku ran a hand through his hair and pocketed the phone as he stood.
Miyu looked up. "Riku-san? What happened?"
"Apparently," he said with the resignation of a man accustomed to chaos, "a spoiled Celestial and a horny Nekoshou pushed their sparring too far. They're both in the infirmary now, so I need to go check on the damage." His shoulders sagged slightly, but his voice remained firm. "While I do that, you girls should get ready."
Riku headed toward the door. His fiancées exchanged excited looks—this wasn't just a date. It was their first outing with Riku as a group. Renxue included.
And judging from how their eyes glimmered...
Renxue was absolutely going to be dressed up like a prized mannequin before the day was over.
As Riku left, the girls rose to prepare, the earlier tension replaced with anticipation and the unmistakable electricity of a group date with their chosen partner at the center.
It would be the first of many—and, knowing them, it would definitely be memorable.