Swoosh, patter patter—
The lump of flesh started moving again.
“It moved again? Didn’t work?”
No way, did Siloque make a mistake? Or did I miss something?
A tense Cassia glanced at the window, wondering if she could climb down from here, and whether the window below was open.
Fortunately, this time the flesh moved, but instead of expanding outward, it contracted inward.
During the contraction, even the previous blood and pus were reabsorbed.
Only then did the girl let out a sigh of relief.
She first checked the BD Box on the table, making sure there wasn’t a trace of leftover slime.
Did it even get cleaner?
But in the end, it didn’t return to the form of a sword.
“What…what is this?”
Clearly, it had been large enough to cover half the room before, yet now it had shrunk into an oval ball of flesh roughly three centimeters in radius, with tissue floating around it at a constant speed.
Cassia didn’t understand what was happening, but at least the feeling of Magic Extraction from her body had disappeared.
“Are you okay?”
No response.
“Wraithblade?”
No response.
“Herta…nid?”
The girl tried to speak the true name of the big meatball.
“Are you the ones calling upon me?”
“Uwah!! It talked!”
The Wraithblade, transformed into a giant meatball—Hertanid—opened six irregularly distributed vertical golden pupils on its surface, exuding a hint of holiness, all staring at Cassia.
As for which part it used to speak, or whether it even used organs to do so, only it knew.
The voice was also different from what she’d imagined—not like a man or a woman, not like a monster or a human—an indescribable tone.
“A human? Haven’t seen one in thousands of years…or was it tens of thousands? Can’t remember, whatever. More importantly, you mentioned bananas? Hand them over, hand them over.”
Hertanid exhaled excitedly, smoke rising everywhere.
You? I?
Are there really people…no, monsters?
Who talk like this?
The last time I saw someone talk like this was the Grand Duke of the evil organization in .
“Ah…yes, yes, just wait a moment.”
Flustered, Cassia took out all the remaining bananas from the Ring Chart.
As long as this big meatball didn’t start growing wildly, anything was negotiable.
Cassia searched for a plate to serve them, but Hertanid extended tentacles to grab everything, munching slowly.
“The bananas of your kind are more sour and sweet than those I used to eat, and there’s no bitterness. They’re soft yet firm—great texture. I hope to have bananas to eat every time I wake up from now on.”
“I see…as long as you like them, I can have Haidel prepare some, but please don’t eat in my room. Food scraps attract bugs easily.”
“No problem, I understand. But I won’t leave a bit of banana behind.”
Hertanid ate the bananas, peels, stems, and all.
As Hertanid ate, it floated to the balcony window, the six eyes blinking as it overlooked the city nightscape.
“Human civilization has developed this far? Impressive.”
Not at all what Cassia expected.
This self-proclaimed ancient being was neither reserved nor dignified—actually, quite casual.
Should I say, seeing a giant meatball floating around the room was so surreal that Cassia was surprised at how quickly she accepted it.
“Hertanid? Is it okay if I call you that?”
“That’s fine. I’m not so strict. Human who awakened me, you can relax.”
“Then what were you doing before I woke you up?”
“Sleeping, of course. Do you need to ask?”
“You slept for tens of thousands of years?”
“Maybe only a few thousand. My longest nap lasted forty-six thousand seven hundred twenty-one years.”
Cassia: …
“I think I’m already pretty relaxed…Hertanid, you don’t seem surprised by me. Actually, you seem almost too calm about all this?”
“During the Magic Fusion with you, memories and the past poured into my mind, so I have a general impression of your world.”
“Hertanid, you don’t have any plans to destroy the world or anything, right?”
Hertanid lazily waved a tentacle.
“I leave troublesome games like that to the Goddess. I have no interest. As long as I have bananas when I wake up and a comfortable place to sleep, I’m satisfied.”
How lazy.
If a follower of the Banana Cult saw their god like this, how would they feel?
“So careless…are you really a god?”
“I don’t know what misunderstandings you have about me.”
Hertanid floated over to the Automatic Sweeping Robot, poking it curiously with a tentacle.
“I’ve just lived much longer than humans and have a few tricks they don’t. Some people gathered around and started calling me a god on their own.”
“Haah…”
In any case, after this exchange, Cassia understood that at least this big meatball held no malice toward her or humanity.
Nor much kindness, either.
Pure indifference—anything goes.
Cassia actually had many more questions to ask, but it was already 3 a.m.
She was mentally exhausted from staying tense around Hertanid for so long.
She’d save her questions for tomorrow.
“Hertanid, you can sleep if you want, but can you not stay in that form? At least turn back into a sword.”
Cassia sat on the bed and, just in case, placed the Straight Sword at her bedside.
She didn’t completely trust Hertanid.
Even though she could feel a Magic connection to this big meatball and the emotions it conveyed told her it wasn’t lying, she couldn’t relax completely.
Couldn’t something cuter be bonded to her Magic…
Siloque…this is all your fault!
***
“Achoo!”
Siloque hurriedly covered his mouth with a tissue as his nose itched, blocking any sneezing spray.
“Brother, are you cold?”
“That’s strange, I’ve been sneezing a lot lately. Is some beauty thinking of me?”
“Maybe you just caught a cold…Hehe, this should make you warmer.”
Hill leaned in from behind, gently hugging Siloque.
Warmth and the scent of shampoo came from behind, making Siloque feel like a giant hot water bottle had wrapped around him.
“Thanks, Hill, it really is warmer now.”
He even felt his headshot rate on zombies improved.
“Hill has equipped brother with Sister Armor—now you’re buffed! Charge!”
“Oh oh, I’m fired up! But making your little sister into armor is a bit heavy, isn’t it?”
Siloque controlled the parted-haired handsome guy on the screen, the Magnum revolver’s X reticle shrinking as he aimed for a one-shot kill on the giant BOSS Heir Ramon.
***
Cassia couldn’t help but feel a bit sulky.
Siloque said this sword was compatible with her, but maybe locking Hertanid in the dressing room was better after all?
How could she sleep with that big meatball in the room?
No, no, Cassia, calm down.
Siloque must have his reasons for this—he wouldn’t mess with you for no reason…
“Are you trying to sleep? Then I’ll sleep too.”
“Wait, wait, you can’t just get in bed like that—uh, in every sense.”
Seeing Hertanid polish off all the bananas and then start floating toward her bed made Cassia panic.
“Oh, I can sense your urgency. My appearance makes you uncomfortable. It’s been too long—I almost forgot humans are sensitive creatures.”
Hertanid’s six eyes roamed the room, finally locking onto the BD Box on the table.
“This is…a virtual spiritual support object.”
“That’s an anime! The cover is the Limited Edition Ailulu Everyday Swimsuit—I stayed up all night to snag the Initial Limited Edition! Do you want to watch?”
“That’s not what I meant…”
The meat mass began to tremble and morph, first forming a skeleton, then blood vessels, muscle tissue, and eyeballs, layering over each other—
Finally, smooth little feet materialized out of thin air, landing on the polished wood floor.
A new, small silhouette appeared in the room.
A girl in a blue-and-white two-piece swimsuit and ultra-short skirt, with silver hair and eyes, a ponytail, and holding a life-sized golden sword—she looked to be just past elementary school.
“Light Light Light Light Pretty Cure Ailulu!!”
Cassia’s mouth fell open as she jumped up in excitement, her drowsiness vanishing.
Trembling, she slowly approached the elementary school girl, carefully admiring her without touching.
“Are you the big meatball from before? Even the scent is so nice…”
“Of course, it’s me. In this form, can I get into bed now…? Wait, what are you doing?”
Hertanid’s silver ponytail swayed defensively as she backed away.
At some point, a camera had appeared in Cassia’s hand.
Even though she herself was a beautiful girl, her expression was like that of a pervert, blushing and panting heavily.
The room’s lighting brightened as the AC sensor registered the change in environment.
A Miku idol, long admired, materializing in her own home—Cassia’s feelings were similar.
“It actually appeared by my side…gulp, amazing. As a cosplay, the level of detail is off the charts.”
“I checked your mind, and you’re what society calls a lolicon, aren’t you?”
For the first time, Hertanid showed a hint of fear.
“You humans really care about appearances, huh? It’s just a skin. I thought using a more acceptable form would make talking easier, but looking at you, maybe I should switch…”
“No, this is perfect! Please, stay like this—this is my lifelong wish! Bananas, beds, anything, I’ll give them all!”
Cassia, panting, took photo after photo of Hertanid—now a magical girl resembling Ailulu.
Especially when Hertanid unconsciously crossed her arms over her chest in a thinking pose, emphasizing the flatness under her swimsuit.
Cassia felt the urge to scoop her up.
Too cute!
“Guh…if you’re so sincere, fine, I’ll stay like this. But I’ve just finished Magic Fusion with you, so I need time to adjust—and I really want to sleep.”
“Let me take a few more pictures! Please, can you change into this too, just like this?”
Cassia pulled out a figurine of Ailulu in a skirt sitting on a stool.
Now she fully understood what Siloque meant by “be gentle with her.”
Thank you, Siloque!
You’re the best!
“I’m not your dress-up doll…”
Hertanid showed a trace of annoyance, but still obediently transformed, mimicking the pose of the figurine and changing into a new Lolita Dress.
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