Cursed Children Adoption Center!
Ayato finally finished the Reincarnation Ceremony for several hundred Cursed Children.
"Goodbye, Ayato-nii."
"Mm, I'll come see you when I have time."
After smiling and sending these little servants off through the teleportation circle, Ayato leaned back on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.
Remembering that this was only the Cursed Children of the Tokyo Area, just a small part of this world, the corner of Ayato's mouth twitched slightly.
'Oh well!'
'One step at a time.'
Creak.
The sound of the door opening.
Seitenshi, her face full of exhaustion, sat down across from Ayato.
Irisviel couldn't help asking, "What, did your proposal still not pass?"
She actually liked this kind-hearted young girl.
"Mm."
Seitenshi nodded, forcing a smile.
'Why?'
'Why did they oppose such a proposal so vehemently?'
'Could it be…'
'As Master said, I was doing something useless?'
Ayato glanced at her, his eyes flickering.
'Soon.'
'Almost there.'
'Next... just one last spark was needed.'
…
Holy Residence!
Conference Room!
A meeting was being held here, but the person presiding was not Seitenshi.
An elderly man at the head said, "After Tendo-sama's death, Seitenshi-sama has grown increasingly stubborn. We must correct this attitude."
"If we give in, she will propose even more absurd ideas, even giving those filthy Cursed Children status."
A middle-aged official said, "The crux of the problem is still that damned Adoption Center. Without it, none of this would have happened."
"But its power is great. Even the Gastrea horde failed. It's very difficult to deal with."
"What if we have the Promoters act?"
One person suggested. "Only they have that kind of power."
"No way. We can't command those people at all."
"Then what can we do? Are we really powerless against this small Adoption Center?"
"Silence!"
Just then, the elderly man at the head spoke. "Actually, it's not that complicated."
"We just need to spread the word about the Adoption Center, give it a little push, and some fools will do our dirty work for us."
Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, then all laughed.
Right!
They had almost forgotten the most useful tool.
Hatred and prejudice against Cursed Children were their greatest weapons.
Then,
No matter how strong the other side was...
In the face of the general trend, they would be insignificant.
…
Night!
Utaha and Kisara both sneaked to the top floor.
Stare!
They looked at each other, their expressions sharpening.
'Sneaky cat, we thought the same thing.'
"Hmph!"
Snorting coldly, Utaha raised her chin and took off her coat.
Seeing this, Kisara's pupils contracted sharply.
'B-bunny girl.'
She gritted her teeth slightly.
'Damn, I had miscalculated.'
'This battle outfit is way too unfair.'
She didn't have anything prepared.
Utaha smiled triumphantly and sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, adjusting her posture.
According to her calculations, this was the best position.
Then, the moment Ayato came in, he would see...
She would definitely get there first.
"Damn it."
Kisara took a deep breath and began to move.
This is war!
A war she couldn't afford to lose.
Since she didn't have the equipment, she would use her own weapons.
Mm, even though Utaha was next to her...
Oh well, they were both women.
Revealing everything to her master was what mattered.
Seeing this, Utaha's eyes narrowed.
'As expected!'
'This woman is no pushover.'
Several tens of minutes later.
Just as Ayato was about to take the elevator, Sumire stopped him.
She twirled a strand of hair and smiled. "Master, I have the latest research data. Would you like to take a look?"
"Of course."
Ayato raised an eyebrow and nodded.
He valued the acquisition of Origin Points highly.
He took the elevator and arrived at a room that resembled a laboratory.
Mm!
Sumire was still the same as always. Work and life were not separate.
She was either researching or on her way to research.
"Master, this is my research results, on Gastrea virus and Zombie virus integration."
Sumire took out a folder, genuinely seeming to report to her boss.
But,
'Black.'
Ayato looked down, a smile touching his lips.
He took the folder and began to read it seriously.
[Origin +109]
[Origin +133]
[Origin +235]
Watching the text information appear, Ayato's eyes lit up.
'Not bad!'
'Research talents were great.'
They could continuously provide supernatural knowledge.
"How is it? Is this data useful to Master?"
"Mm, very good. I'm very satisfied."
"So, is there a reward?"
"Of course. What do you want?"
"The blessing. I want to research the power of a god."
"Okay, no problem at all."
The blessing was a weapon to protect servants. Naturally, it needed to be replenished at all times.
…
Top floor!
Utaha and Kisara stared at each other.
But gradually,
Their expressions began to grow strange.
'What was that sound coming from downstairs?'
Instantly,
Both flushed.
After all, they had made fools of themselves.
After tidying up,
They took the elevator to the living room.
There they saw Irisviel and the others looking at them with knowing smiles, as if asking, 'Why did you come down?'
"Irisviel-nee, why didn't you remind me?"
Utaha said helplessly.
Irisviel blinked innocently. "Not my fault. Who knew this would happen? I thought you were just looking at data."
Utaha's expression stiffened.
She had almost forgotten that the other party had this skill.
Thinking that way, it was still useful.
As the most senior servant, she knew how much Ayato craved knowledge.
'What if...'
'I also tried changing her approach?'
Kisara looked at Utaha strangely.
'What was this woman plotting now?'
Even though they didn't see eye to eye...
She had to admit that when it came to competing, this woman is a professional.