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Épilogue — Fin Idéal
Partie 1
── Whack !
That was the sound of a bucket from the large public bath in Miyashiro, the echoes of paradise.
Right now, this place was like a dream, it was Shangri-La──Or it was supposed to be like that.
It was a forbidden paradise that he couldn't look directly into, even so, he believes in the power of science──
“Thou! Thou thou thou! The one who calls himself Sora!”
“Don’t call me that! What am I a pokemon!? Just call me Sora-san like everyone else!!”
Sora prepares his camera on the other side of the screen as he imagines a picture of that paradise in his mind.
In front of his eyes, as if it was completely natural, paradise had jumped across the boundary and came.
Even after her powers had been reduced to its minimum, she seemed to be even crazier than Jibril, however──
“Holou!? Even though you’re a maiden, you’re completely open, remember to be modest!!” For now, Sora instantly averted his gaze, and squealed.
“....... Thou are being inconsistent. Thou have already photographed Holou’s nether regions.” It was exactly like that.
She was estimated to be some hundreds of millions years old. What’s more, she’s not even a person, and that appearance wasn’t her real body, it was just a virtual image.
She was something that didn’t seem to exist in this world before: a perfectly flawlessly legal loli──however!
“Idiot! This is why gods are so... Erotic scenes without shyness are not ero── No, wait. If it is with a little girl, would that be correct then? ... N-no but I’m not that p ──” Sora mumbled as he considered a problem larger than the world, “I’ll listen to thy conflict later! I have a question much more important than that, so answer me!” However, the naked, approaching divine presence interrupted him. “Thou, the one who calls himself Sora. Didst thou define Holou as Holou?” “... You’re still caught up in that~? And I keep telling you the ‘one who calls himself’ is unnecessary!” “.....? However, the components that define the individual called “Sora” are variable, right? Therefore, the point of view of the “Sora” that acknowledged Holou; and thy, “the one who is assumed to be Sora’s" current point of view are different. That makes you just “Someone who calls himself Sora”! In that case, can the singular intelligence that defined Holou as Holou, “Sora”, define the multiple intelligence, of Holou’s myriad point of views as “Holou”──” “Ack, you are troublesome beyond imagination, you know!?” “As expected, art thou just “someone who calls himself Sora”? “Sora” said he’d answer all of Holou’s questions” The fully naked loli goddess kept spewing cryptic words as she approached. Sora couldn’t take it and screamed. However, when she heard that scream, Holou’s eyes became a little uneasy and she took some distance as it echoed── “... Actually, just where did your energy come from...” His shocked voice echoed through that dream-like Shrangri-La....... ──Really, it was a scene that no one had ever seen before, even in a dream. Covered by the steam, and submerged in the tub were Fiel, who had lost her confidence, and Kurami, who was leaning on her. If he stopped sucking blood, he would disappear even now. Plum was disguised as a girl and was biting into Leila without moving. Since they were so tired they couldn’t resist, Shiro was softly washing Izuna and Miko without reservations. Submerged in the tub, as if she were running away from reality, was Steph, she had an expression without a single hint of tiredness── As compensation for lending them the Flugel’s Race Piece, Asriel was happily getting washed by an unhappy Jibril.
... And, anxiously teleporting over and over, was Holou. ── Imanity, Elf, Warbeast, Dhampir, Seiren, Flugel, and even an Old Deus. The sixteen races, the Exceed, hated each other, killed each other, and even destroyed the planet. And yet, seven of those races were there. Anyone who dreamed of that scenery was a fool, simply imagining it was practically impossible. But the two of them were part of the select few who were able to imagine it. And one of them, Sora, just by thinking about his camera full of beautiful girls, he was able to raise his spirits infinitely, so he screamed: “Weeell then!!” Once he confirmed that the camera was working properly, he raised his glass. “So! To the territory we obtained from Elven Garde that is now part of the Elkia Federation!” “... And, more than anything... to Holou’s... good fortune...” The two who commanded such a large scale game, raise their glasses filled with juice, and declared: “Cheers!”
──Cheers.
Jibril, Asriel, Holou, Miko, Leila, and Steph answered, in response: “... Cheers!” ── With an utterly defeated tone.28 ‘Sigh... It was, indeed, a complete defeat.’ The others mumbled in their heads. 【Note】Mr. Hatsuse Ino is currently in the intensive care ward, so he is absent for today. Please understand.
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