The room, which had briefly lightened with the arrival of the "Trio of Mischief," suddenly plunged back into a heavy, suffocating stillness. Umi's hand frozen mid-gesture, and Maki slowly turned her head to look at him, her purple eyes unreadable.
Agung felt the sweat return to his neck. It was a logical question for a 35-year-old man who had just inherited a three-year disappearance. In any normal world, a man who vanishes for 1,095 days doesn't come home to a locked bedroom—he comes home to a restraining order and a stack of legal papers.
Eli was the first to speak. she stepped forward, her heels clicking like the ticking of a countdown clock. She pulled a slim, leather-bound folder from the bookshelf and tossed it onto the bed next to him.
"You want to know about the legalities, 'Street Sweeper'?" Eli's voice was hauntingly calm. "Open it."
Agung's hands shook as he flipped the cover. Inside were six identical sets of documents. His name was at the top. Their names were at the bottom.
"They're drafted," Nozomi whispered, leaning against the bedpost. "Umi-chan spent the first year of your absence writing them. Maki-chan spent the second year signing them. And I spent the third year keeping them in that folder instead of mailing them to the court."
Agung looked at the signature lines. All using their maiden name, Maki Nishikino. Kotori Minami. Umi Sonoda. Eli Ayase. Nozomi Tojo. Nico Yazawa. Each signature was there, dated and witnessed. But the "Date of Filing" at the top was blank.
"Why?" Agung gasped, looking up at the six of them. "I was gone for three years! You had every right to erase me! You could have taken the estate, the assets, and started over!"
"Because we're idols, you idiot!" Nico snapped, though her eyes were suspiciously shiny. "Do you have any idea what the scandal would be? 'Six Members of μ's Divorced by Mystery Mogul Simultaneously'? The paparazzi would have hunted us to the ends of the earth. We told the public you were on a 'Global Expansion Project' for the agency."
"That's the professional reason," Kotori said softly, stepping closer and placing a gentle hand on the folder, covering the signatures. "The personal reason is... we wanted to hear it from you. We wanted to see if the man who promised us the world in 2013 was still inside there, or if he really had died the day he walked out that door."
Umi looked out the window at the Tokyo skyline. "The papers are ready, Agung. If you want to use that 'Creation Magic' to sign them in gold ink and disappear back to your 'Pekalongan' fantasy, the door is unlocked. We won't stop you this time."
Agung looked at the documents—the "Kill Switch" for the life he just inherited. Then he looked at the golden, non-decreasing quadrillion-dollar card in his pocket. He looked at the living alpaca nuzzling his daughter.
He grabbed the folder. With a sudden, violent surge of golden mana, the papers didn't just burn—they dissolved into a shower of white flower petals that smelled like cherry blossoms.
"There," Agung said, his voice finally steady. "The divorce is canceled. Permanent-style."
Maki flinched at the sudden display of magic, but her scowl softened by a fraction of a millimeter. "You just destroyed three years of legal preparation, you know. Umi worked very hard on those clauses."
"I'll pay for new ones," Agung said, a wry, slightly chubby smile appearing on his face. "But this time, we'll draft a Marriage Contract that includes a 'No Disappearing' clause. And maybe a 'No Needles' clause for me."
"Don't push your luck," Maki muttered, though she didn't move away.
Eli clapped her hands together, shifting back into her "Student Council President" leadership mode. "Very well. Since the legal threat is gone, it's time to address the 'Quadrillion' in the room. Agung, you have infinite money and the power of a God. Downstairs, there are two more children waiting, a dojo that needs repurchasing, and a hospital wing that needs funding."
"And I'm hungry!" Honoka chimed in from the back. "Can he 'Create' a mountain of bread? Like, right now?"
Agung stood up, straightening his faded jacket. "I can do better than bread, Honoka-chan. I'm going to create the best homecoming dinner Kanda has ever seen. But first..."
He looked at Maki. "Can I... can I hold Hime?"