Kirukiru Amou's voice was as faint as a mosquito's whine.
Her throat had been hoarse for a long time.
One more time.
Kirukiru Amou lunged toward Heimdall.
This time, her movements were slow.
And halfway there.
Her legs gave out.
She collapsed directly onto the ground with a "thud."
She didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.
Her whole body pitched forward, her forehead resting against Heimdall's knee.
A small damp patch spread on the floor where her sweat dripped.
However.
Kirukiru Amou stubbornly raised her head.
Her eyes, which had lost focus, were still fixed tightly on Heimdall.
Her lips moved.
"Up... date..."
Heimdall looked at Kirukiru Amou.
Her previously fair skin was now covered in fine beads of sweat, and red marks caused by prolonged impacts.
This was the tenth time tonight.
And it would be the last.
Because Heimdall could feel that her body had truly reached its limit.
If they continued, she would likely collapse.
"Enough."
Heimdall no longer refused.
He squatted down.
The divine script lit up for the last time.
— —
Name: Kirukiru Amou.
Lv.1.
Strength: SSS1251 → SSS1299.
Endurance: SSS1253 → SSS1299.
Agility: SS1118 → SSS1299.
Dexterity: SS1148 → SSS1299.
Magic: I0.
— —
Except for [Magic] in the ability stats, which required mastering [Magic].
All other attributes were SSS.
Maxed out.
Creating an ultimate status panel.
"How is it...?"
Feeling the warmth on her back, Kirukiru Amou tried hard to open her eyes, wanting to hear that answer.
But her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Heimdall reached out and unfolded the sheepskin parchment that had been crumpled and wrinkled.
He held it in front of Kirukiru Amou's eyes.
"See for yourself."
Kirukiru Amou squinted her eyes.
Her vision was blurry.
A double image.
But the conspicuous letter repeated three times.
Like a brand, it instantly seared itself deep into Kirukiru Amou's eyes.
"S..."
"S..."
"S..."
Kirukiru Amou mumbled.
Her voice held an illusory quality, as if she were dreaming.
The corners of her mouth slowly turned upward.
Stretching wider and wider.
Finally, she broke into a slightly foolish, yet incomparably satisfied smile.
— — A smile like a child who had just received the toy they wanted most.
"I succeeded..."
"God... I succeeded..."
After Kirukiru Amou said these words.
The string that had been tense all night finally snapped completely.
Her body went limp.
She pitched forward.
Heimdall was already prepared and caught her body steadily.
Kirukiru Amou in his arms had a burning body and deep, even breaths.
She had fallen completely unconscious.
But even in her sleep, her hand was tightly clutching that piece of parchment.
Heimdall looked at the completely defenseless Kirukiru Amou in his arms, then at his own crumpled sleeve.
He shook his head helplessly.
"Really."
"Although your nature—to risk your life for the sake of becoming stronger, to achieve your goal even if it means dragging a god down with you—certainly suits my taste."
"After all, only those who are greedy enough can climb higher in that Tower."
"But..."
"Since you accepted my favor."
"Since you bore my name."
"If you don't take care of your body, then you must accept severe punishment."
"After all, bearing the mark of a God means that the current you is my private property. Damaging a god's private property is quite a serious crime."
Once a covenant was forged, everything belonging to the Familia bore the mark of the God.
The soul and the body.
Even the infinite possibilities this body could create in the future.
— — All were the private property of the God.
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