Anime Girls are Moist

Kotobuki Tsumugi's hand, halfway to her lips with a teacup, paused.

Seeing the rare confusion in Mio's eyes, she said softly:

"Things like that…should exist only in legends and stories.

Like the Greek sun-god Apollo, or Amaterasu in Japanese myth.

However amazing humans become, we can't touch the realm of the gods."

"…I know…"

Mio Akiyama forced a wry smile.

Just minutes ago she, too, had thought "Gods" and "Heretic Gods" were pure fiction.

Yet the livestream in the group had felt painfully real—Rei Ao's rainbow eyes, the Solar White Horse's flames, Marquis Voban's Fenrir disintegrating in despair…

Every detail was etched on her retinas.

And she could tell no one.

How could she explain she had joined a chat group that links countless other worlds—one with an esper who fires electricity, a girl who once saw evil spirits, and a group owner who can summon the sun at will?

They would only assume she'd hallucinated from fright.

"I know it sounds odd," Mio muttered, lowering her head so her bangs hid trembling lashes.

"Maybe I'm just over-tired from practice and letting my mind wander."

"Told you so!"

Ritsu Tainaka smacked the table.

"I knew the club workload was killing us! It's all Yui's fault for making us run 'Fuwa Fuwa Time' a hundred times!"

"Hey! That's because the chorus is suuuper catchy!"

Yui Hirasawa protested, hugging her guitar and scooting up to Mio.

"Mio, let's play something easy! When we're done you won't think weird thoughts anymore!"

Tsumugi passed Mio a cup of warm milk tea.

"Have a drink first—try not to overthink."

Warmth spread from Mio's fingers to her heart as she watched Yui fumbling with strings, Ritsu clapping noisily, and Mugi smiling while sorting sheet music.

Maybe keeping this secret isn't so bad, she thought.

At least on this guitar-scented, milk-tea afternoon she could still share an undisturbed daily life with her friends.

But when she sneaked another glance at the chat window, Rei Ao's avatar glowed quietly—silently reminding her that the sun-summoning group owner and his kaleidoscopic worlds were real.

Mio Akiyama was no longer just a high-school girl who worried about broken strings.

The sunlight outside looked as bright as ever, yet she knew something beyond her sight had already changed.

…

On the coast

One single Authority wiped out the eldest Heretic God, Marquis Voban?!

Erica stared at Rei Ao's back against the sea, eyes brimming with worship and love.

Her king had once again ended a crisis with overwhelming power—and had come for her.

I must be the happiest woman alive!

While Erica was all excitement and Tohka merely smiled, Ai Hayasaka, Kaguya Shinomiya, and Julis were far less composed.

Kaguya's nails dug into the soft leather of her purse, a fine sweat beading on the surface.

When the White Horse's molten-gold flames plated the sea, dizziness and suffocation washed over her—not the tension of business strategy, but the primal fear of seeing the rules of reality torn open.

At the instant the flames rose she thought she would go blind; sun-bright afterimages leapt across her pupils.

"Milady!"

Hayasaka's voice quivered. Even she, despite joining the group earlier, could not stay calm before such annihilation.

"Ai-chan…"

Kaguya's knees buckled; the two girls clung to each other for support.

She had once handled her father's pistol—its cold form already terrifying—but the White Horse of living flame had pulverized the very word rules with brutish ease.

Julis was just as stunned. The pride of the Witch of the Resplendent Flames was gone from her eyes; she merely murmured at the clear sky,

"So gods really do exist in this world…"

Liliana's silver hair wrapped around her fingers, tugged painfully by the sea wind.

She stared at the spot where Voban had vanished, Fenrir cries still echoing in her ears.

She had tried to draw Marquis Voban into the Bronze-Black Cross and had often watched him rip space with his Authorities—the very totems of her order's faith.

Yet now, as the Solar Horse's light devoured everything, a childhood memory surfaced: the Book of Revelation. The true apocalypse is not darkness blanketing the world, but light itself wielded as a weapon.

"The Devil King…" Liliana's voice fell to tatters.

She saw Rei Ao supporting Athena as they descended step by step from the sky—like a god cradling his spoil of war.

Voban's lifelong quest to become a supreme Heretic God had been reduced to child's play in this man's hands.

Her palm brushed the oracle dagger at her waist; its rune inlays were dim, as though mocking her devotion.

Kaguya drew a deep breath of sea-salt air, forcing calm.

She noticed not a single drop of water on Rei Ao's polished shoes—his ease beyond physics frightened her more than the flames.

"Power like this…" her voice rasped like sandpaper, "if turned on human society—"

Rei Ao tilted his head, rainbow pupils reflecting her taut brow.

"Shinomiya-san, we live in the same world. There's no need to worry—I have no intention of destroying the place I call home."

His voice was mild, yet it erased a portion of Kaguya's fear, as surely as he had erased those world-shaking flames.

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