The Sekirei’s Covenant

At the Witch's House, in the main hall.

"Oh my, oh my, young man, I didn't expect you to really make a move!"

"But, hehehe… well done!"

Two slender, fair arms draped over Sora's shoulders, as a certain unscrupulous witch rubbed his head and smiled wickedly.

Opposite the witch's evil grin were the tearful eyes of the little maid Arianna and the furious, almost murderous expression of the knight girl Erica.

"You're still saying things that cause misunderstandings at a time like this, you damn witch! You should take at least half the responsibility for what happened last night!"

With a twitch at the corner of his eye, Sora shouted angrily in return.

"Oh my, young man, you look so fierce. If you want your sister to take responsibility too, then you should do to me what you did to your two little ladies."

"Don't worry, I'll cooperate fully, I definitely won't res…ist… oh!"

A slender, pale finger kept sliding over Sora's body, the woman wearing a teasing expression.

Gulp…

His whole body shivered, and he couldn't help swallowing. Sora admitted that in front of such a shameless witch, he was still too inexperienced!

"Hah… hah… you two bastards, all of you go to hell!"

Holding her beloved sword, Cuore di Leone, Erica had been fighting Sora fiercely for over an hour, panting heavily with bent waist. Seeing Zola, who had schemed against her, and Sora, who had taken advantage of her, flirting openly in front of her and Arianna, Erica was filled with shame and anger. Without thinking, she stabbed her sword toward the two.

"Wait!"

Seeing the young lady who had been fighting all morning still not letting off steam, Sora suddenly shouted.

"Heh, do you have any last words? I, Erica Blandelli, will generously give you one chance to say your last words!"

With cold light flashing in her eyes, Erica sneered.

"Ahem… actually, there's no need for us to keep fighting. If you really think you've suffered a big loss, then I'll just take responsibility for you!"

Looking up with a cheeky grin, though the words were extremely shameless, Sora said them quite smoothly, without feeling the slightest embarrassment, even looking quite confident.

As expected, Sora was naturally a shameless guy…

Silence, absolute silence. Little maid Arianna, knight girl Erica, even the unscrupulous witch Lucretia Zola, all looked dumbfounded.

"Hahaha… interesting! Really interesting! Young man, I'm liking you more and more. Hey, how about you take responsibility for me too? Huh? Huh?"

The first to recover was witch Zola, who laughed loudly without any dignity.

Already extremely charming, she now posed seductively, even saying that Sora should take responsibility for her too!

Sora was furious inside. This damn woman kept teasing him again and again, making his body restless.

He secretly vowed, "You witch, you want me to take responsibility for you? Fine, one day I'll make you understand why flowers are so red!"

Unlike the unscrupulous witch, little maid Arianna's face was flushed red, her head hanging so low it almost touched the ground. Erica's face kept turning red and white repeatedly, showing extreme shame and anger!

"I'll kill them! I must kill them! Anyone who dares insult me, Erica Blandelli, again and again, no matter who they are, I'll kill them all!"

Filled with murderous intent, just as Erica decided to kill these two scoundrels, suddenly, something unexpected happened!

Crack crack! Boom! Boom! Boom…

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, thunder and lightning flashed, strong winds blew, and heavy rain poured down.

A huge figure dozens of meters tall walked past the front of the Witch's House. It was a tall, mighty man with gray skin, a graying long beard, wearing heavy and majestic armor.

Because of his enormous size, the ground trembled with every step, and his loud footsteps echoed far and wide…

"Heretic God, how could it be…"

Pale-faced, Erica completely forgot about her own matters, murmuring to herself.

"Not good!!!"

Suddenly snapping back to reality, as if remembering something, Erica lifted her foot to chase after him.

"Erica, what are you doing? Didn't you learn your lesson from last time?"

Just as Erica was about to rush out, someone grabbed her, and Sora's questioning voice came from behind.

"Hmph, protecting the people is a knight's duty. Even if the enemy is an invincible god, I, Erica Blandelli, will not back down like some selfish people!"

"Let go!"

Throwing a cold glance at Sora, Erica broke free and left without looking back.

Sora stood there stunned, watching Erica's departing figure, saying nothing and not stopping her…

…

"Did I go too far just now? Actually, that guy isn't that bad, and he even saved me before…"

While using jump magic to chase after the disobedient goddess Erica, she secretly thought to herself that she regretted the words she had just spoken earlier. However, having been proud all her life, she would not allow herself to lower that proud head.

"No, now is not the time to think about that. The matter of the disobedient goddess is the top priority."

"Hmph, at worst, I'll just apologize to that hateful guy afterward!"

"If… I can still survive…"

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the girl dismissed the distractions in her mind and continued the pursuit.

…

"Melqart, that heretic god just now, the legendary King of the Gods, the great warrior, the strongest dragon slayer hunter. If my guess is correct, his purpose this time is to have another decisive battle with that warrior wielding the golden sword, the eastern war god."

"Saa, young man, have you decided what to do? Although that girl is a genius prodigy trained by the 'Copper-Black Cross,' if she gets involved in a battle among gods, it's a one-in-nine chance of survival!"

With arms crossed in front of his chest, Lucretia Zola spoke in a clearly inciting tone, but he himself seemed determined to stay out of it. Looking at Sora beside him, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ha… that arrogant, foolish woman!"

Covering his forehead, Sora looked utterly speechless.

"Arianna, stay here and don't run off."

Walking up to Arianna, Sora patted the little maid's head with a smile.

"But, Lady Erica…"

Tears welled up in her eyes, but this time it was not shyness or grievance. The thought that her mistress, Lady Erica, might never return after being caught up in the gods' war filled the little maid with worry.

"Don't worry. As long as I'm alive, I will definitely bring that fool woman back!"

With unwavering determination, Sora gave his promise.

Looking up, the little maid stared blankly at Sora, her tear-filled eyes shining with a strange light.

"Please take care of Lady Erica, Lord Sora."

Bowing slightly to Sora, Arianna's expression was solemn and grateful.

"Young man, take this. You already know its purpose; it might be of great help!"

Lucretia Zola's voice came from behind. Sora reached out and grabbed a broken stone tablet that fell into his hand — the magical tome, the Prometheus' Grimoire.

No longer in the mood to joke with this unscrupulous witch, Sora nodded and vanished from the spot in a flash.

"Ah, what an interesting little fellow!"

"Saa, whether you die or become a great being beyond humanity, let me, your sister, witness it…"