Tidying Up
"Whew... that was a lot of work."
Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I took a moment to admire the scenery below me.
"Nnnghhh..."
Maybe I went a bit too hard?
Diana, soaked in semen and trembling on the floorboards.
Watching a woman hailed as one of the Celestial Clan—proud, god-touched descendants of the God King—lying naked on the hard floor after being violated, lewdly gaping her cunt at the world like some common harlot...
Well, how disgraceful of me—I got hard again.
One more round wouldn't hurt, right?
Maybe I should just feed her a contraceptive pill and cum inside her as much as I want?
I was looking forward to her reaction next, too.
She'd passed out from sheer relief the moment she saw I'd finished outside.
But then she'd wake up to find something filling her womb to the brim.
Her swollen belly, and the milky-white liquid leaking from between her legs on top of that.
So the question was—what kind of expression would Diana make once she understood her situation?
She'd probably tremble with a sense of betrayal.
Then, struck by the gut-punch realization that she could never escape me, her mind would crumble and she'd laugh like a lunatic, over and over.
And finally, having given up all hope, she'd sink into her pitiful new station—resigned to whatever I did to her, accepting me like a doll.
Whether I shoved my cock inside and came until my balls ran dry, scribbled filth across her body, or pierced her holes for jewelry.
Just imagining her saying "Do whatever you want, I don't care anymore" in a dead-eyed voice of surrender...
Ooh, I could write a whole novel right there.
Every fiber of me was itching to test it out immediately.
Calm yourself, me.
Mustn't forget the objective.
The whole point of this "disciplinary lesson" was to train Diana and knock down that sky-high pride of hers—not to destroy her.
Push her any further here and our relationship would shatter beyond repair.
I needed to carry the bare minimum—a bad-tempered master and maid—right up to graduation.
Whatever came after that? Who cares.
I'm not from this world, after all.
Once the Academy was over, I'd give Eva her happy ending and then never see this woman's face again anyway.
Throw in helping her become a proper person and getting her to open up to the others as a bonus.
So now I had to clean the room up and head out.
Shall I call in some help here?
There was something I'd been wanting to test.
The strongest ally of Academy Yuri Princess, whom I'd hired on the condition that I'd hand the Divine Artifact over to Eva later.
Just how far did her domain reach—that omnipotent power that unfolded within it?
"Lady Pallad, please come out! I know you're watching everything!"
A resonant voice rang through the room.
Then, silence.
Within it, I leaned against the wall and waited with all the patience I could muster.
"Calling me for something like this. I'm not your errand girl!"
CRASH!
The shattering screech of glass.
A rift in dimensions opened in the middle of the empty private room.
And from within it, a adorable pink-haired woman poked her head out like a mole surfacing from the earth.
The Celestial Clan—descendants of the God King, they were called.
Even among them, hierarchy existed, and standings shifted depending on affinity and the possession of Divine Relics—but setting all that aside, three figures stood unchallenged when naming the absolute strongest.
Kairos, the Grand Archmage—leader of the Pacifists and the man who brought the Celestial Clan's civil war to a victorious end.
Proto, who had clashed with Kairos over the throne of the God King and lost by a hair's breadth, yet scheming in the depths of the dungeon, dreaming of a second rise.
And finally Pallad, guardian of Dilmun—the island at the edge of the world—and the only one of the three still actively roaming about.
They were also the three great walls that Eva, the eventual heir to the God King's seat, would one day have to surmount.
"What the—! You're handling a child way too roughly!"
"That's an unreasonable complaint. If I hadn't been so ruthless, she'd have spent all this time sharpening her knives to stab me in the back."
Even back when Vital implanted the parasite into her, Diana had been a crafty woman, boldly biding her time for an opening.
If I'd been dazzled by her looks and emptied myself out for her, I'd have ended up just like Vital in the original—betrayed by his own disciple.
We weren't there yet.
The moment she showed even a whiff of overstepping the line, I would crush her on the spot.
And if she still wouldn't mend her ways, I was fully prepared to administer even harsher punishment.
"Ugh... it reeks. Even covering my nose, it still gets through."
"In any case, Lady Pallad, please clean all this up. Oh, and if you'd wash Diana while you're at it, that'd be great too."
"Your solar mana should be more than enough for tidying up this much. Making someone else do it for you... what a pain."
She grumbled and groused, but contrary to her barbed tone, Pallad stretched her sleeve-covered hands up toward the ceiling.
Fwoooosh!
Mana of five brilliant hues blanketed the ceiling of the private room.
Like a tapestry of confetti painstakingly embroidered in every color, the rainbow-hued mana drifted down into every corner of the chaotic room.
Then the multicolored mana flared with light—
And by the time I'd blinked, the disordered room had been set to rights.
Diana, too, lay unconscious no longer naked but dressed in the maid uniform I'd forcibly stuffed her into earlier.
So this is what "heaven" looks like.
If I'd used solar mana, I could have gotten help drying the semen, sure.
But clearing the wrecked table and dressing Diana in her clothes—all those laborious steps—I'd have had to handle every one with my own two hands.
Pallad was different.
She'd simply scattered her mana, and in doing so made the absurd possible—reality itself rewritten.
Whatever I wished for would simply come true. A power so outrageous, so insultingly convenient to witness.
Strength born from the belief that a sincere wish made toward the heavens would be answered—and mana containing the God King's existence, the very root of his being.
It was also the realm that Eva would one day have to reach.
"This is my first time seeing it in person. It's incredible."
"Flattery won't get you even a crumb from me."
"Aw, come on. Do you really think I'm angling for a handout? I'm saying it because I genuinely, one-hundred-percent, think it's bad-ass."
Back when I'd read it in the book, I'd marveled too—whoa, what a munchkin, the Amethyst family is overpowered!
A power that granted wishes. Now that's a protagonist, I'd thought, reading Eva's awakening scene and Pallad's dramatic entrance with heart-pounding excitement.
But after possessing Solis's body, awakening to the true nature of mana, and broadening my understanding through the Divine Artifact, I now looked at the world through their eyes—and my old amazement had transformed into sheer awe.
The unfathomable unknown. Reverence.
It was mana—connected to the same source, the same root of power—and yet a full dimension ahead.
Like how a three-dimensional being might speak the name of the fourth dimension yet never perceive its space.
The same principle as reading words you recognize, letter by letter, while the truth woven within them remains utterly beyond your grasp.
I'm still so far away, aren't I.
I had reached the ultimate technique known as the strongest skill of Academy Yuri Princess, and won the power struggle against Vital for a dominant position.
But climb one mountain, and you see an even higher one behind it.
The authority Pallad had just displayed made my heart pound in my chest.
Even if it was the power of the so-called God King—the sole absolute being of this entire worldview.
The thought that I might someday rise even higher than that made me swallow without meaning to.
Someday, I too will...
"Huh?"
That voice just now—definitely...?
"Hey! I'm! Talking! To! You!"
"Ah, yes. Sorry."
"You were chatting along just fine and then suddenly started spacing out! I was just about to drop something really impressive for dramatic effect, too."
"Haha, my apologies."
I'd spaced out without even realizing it.
Some side effect of being influenced by higher-dimensional mana?
Anyway—Lady Pallad, your reality manipulation was a sight to behold.
Thanks to it, my motivation is positively surging.
Pinch.
"What was that for? Is there something on my face?"
"Nope. You were just too cute, that's all."
Pallad's alias and the disguise of an old man were both a virtual form sculpted by her own mana.
She'd borrowed the appearance of the most dignified, majestic elderly gentleman she could imagine.
Even her voice and speech patterns were perfectly reconstructed through the power of mana, tailored to fit the disguise.
In reality, the moment she retracted that mana, she was a woman so adorable you could just about eat her up.
And if you asked me which form was better? Obviously this one beat the old man by a country mile.
"Oh my, that's a compliment. But I'm not some Yupi—I don't fall for that kind of clumsy flattery."
Damn.
Here I'd been expecting the classic routine—blushing cheeks, a flustered "Wh-what's that supposed to mean?!"—
But she was long past the age of fretting about marriage, and old enough to be preserved as a cultural heritage site. Cheap tricks like that weren't going to make her swoon.
"Tsk tsk, you brat. Flattery doesn't work on this granny."
"I'll seriously kill you! I'm gonna give you a knuckle sandwich!"
At my granny act, Pallad hopped up like a startled rabbit.
Her dainty little fists came down squarely on the crown of my head.
Naturally, it didn't hurt in the slightest.
Because for all her sharp tongue, she was a sweetheart at heart who couldn't hurt a fly.
She was from the same department as Yupi.
Actually, to put it more precisely, Yupi had studied under her.
The mentor had done a bang-up job on her disciple's character education, it seemed.
Both had hearts of gold, which made them fan favorites among the readers—that much they had in common, too.
And I was experiencing that charm firsthand, in real time.
Ahh, I'm being healed.
She should act her age, sure—but who cares?
Cute is cute. That's all that matters.
"Anyway, my work here is done, so I'm off."
"Thanks for your hard work."
I waved goodbye as Pallad slipped back through the dimensional rift.
And with that, the room-cleaning was done.
Next up:
"Guess I'll go pay Eva a visit?"
Time to go see what our dear protagonist—my other worry—was up to.