Souta: "Alright, one sec."
Altair: "Souta, I'm ready too."
Souta: "@Rin Tohsaka. Rin, how's it going on your end?"
Rin Tohsaka: "I just finished notifying school. I'll tell my father when I get home and that's it."
Souta: "Right—didn't you say your dad suspected you were the one who beat him up years ago? How'd that go? You two didn't fall out, did you?"
Rin Tohsaka: "Of course not. That beatdown happened over 10 years ago. He can't recall what I looked like then. He just said I kinda resemble that girl. I played dumb and naive—easy enough to fool him."
Altair: "Why does this sound like a delinquent girl making excuses to her dad?"
Illya: "Not just like—Rin is a bad woman."
Rin Tohsaka: "Oh my~ Isn't that 'Unlucky' Illya speaking? I'm off to do a mission with Souta. Wanna come see me off?"
Illya: "Tch. Acting proud for what? You're seventeen, and your bust is the same size as mine was at twelve. What's there to brag about?"
Illya: "Not even better than your little sister. That's just sad."
Rin felt emotionally nuked by 10,000 points of damage.
Because... Illya was right.
Why, oh why, was the universe so cruel to her?
But even if she was salty, it wouldn't stop her from clapping back.
Rin Tohsaka: "Tch, it's just some fat. Who even cares?"
Illya: "Big bro cares. Based on my observations, he likes petite girls and girls with big boobs. You, Rin? Not petite, no curves—totally hopeless."
Rin Tohsaka: "Souta! Judging women by chest size? You're trash!"
What the hell? Again? How many times do I have to get hit with friendly fire?!
Were they planning this together? Just to mess with him?
Souta: "Rin, if it really bothers you, try eating more papaya."
Rin Tohsaka: "Who said I care!? I'm not petty like that!"
Meanwhile, in the Type-Moon world—Fuyuki City.
After sending her message, Rin glanced at her younger sister across the lunch table... mainly, at her chest.
The fabric stretched tight, and Rin could only feel more envious.
She says she doesn't care. She's lying through her teeth.
Sakura: "Sis, how long will you be gone?"
She figured Souta was way stronger now—being a Rank 5 god and all—so she thought for a moment and said:
"Maybe a week at most. Might only take a day. Don't worry."
Sakura was quiet for a few seconds.
It wasn't Rin she was worried about—it was something else.
After giving herself a mental pep talk, Sakura spoke up:
"Um... Sis, can I go with you?"
For some reason, she felt the urge to hit him.
"We're going someplace you can't go, Sakura. Don't worry—Souta will visit us someday."
She fought back her guilt and turned down her sister's hopeful request.
"...Okay." Sakura looked disappointed, but hid it well.
"Oh, right!" Rin remembered something important and quickly told her, "Next time you buy fruit, get more papayas."
Though she was confused, Sakura still nodded obediently.
Back in the Souta's world.
Souta glanced at the system time on his phone and stopped dawdling.
He was about to travel to another world.
But it made him wonder: if Lu Hao had never invited him, and he tried to jump to her world—who would he land near?
Curious, he decided to try.
He visualized Lu Hao in his mind and said:
Souta: "System, take me to the Campione! world."
A white light flashed—and he vanished from his apartment.
Naples, Italy. One of the country's great cities.
From a high vantage point, one could see the Naples Bay gleaming under the soft sunlight, the port of Santa Lucia, and countless ancient buildings.
A gorgeous city—with an aura of history.
A girl who looked to be about thirteen stood on a seaside rock formation, scanning the cityscape from low to high.
Despite her youthful features, her refined facial structure already hinted at stunning beauty in the making.
Several owls flew overhead—her summoned messengers.
She shared their vision as she watched over the land that once belonged to her divine domain.
Few knew the truth: the Athena of myth was a trinity of deities—Athena, Medusa, and Metis—worshipped as one across the Mediterranean.
Naples was once land that honored Athena.
Yes—this girl was Athena herself.
Her silver hair shimmered softly, as if melted from moonlight.
Though a "Heretic God," her style was surprisingly trendy.
She wore a thin sweater, a mini skirt that barely reached her thighs, and deep purple thigh-high stockings. Paired with her petite frame, she looked like a rebellious middle schooler.
Athena (soft, cold voice): "Times have changed... It seems this land no longer remembers me."
The city twinkled with night lights. Looking east, the majestic Mount Vesuvius loomed ten kilometers away.
One of the three great nightscapes of the world.
But Athena didn't like it.
This artificial lighting was the fire of Prometheus' civilization.
What she longed for was the return of the "Gorgoneion"—a return to the ancient nights ruled by primal darkness and the underworld.
The "Starless Night" foretold by the witches' prophecies.
As Athena stared at the city, frowning...
A white light burst in front of her.
Athena: "Oh? He's arrived?"
She narrowed her eyes, intrigued.
From the radiance, a young man appeared—bathed in divine glow.
He opened his eyes, scanned the surroundings, and locked eyes with her.
Power rippled between their gazes—two gods silently sizing each other up.
Athena: "Oh? You can meet my gaze... So, you're not human."
"..." Souta had just opened his mouth to greet her—but was promptly shut down.
In a blink, Athena teleported from her perch and appeared in front of him, floating in midair so their eyes met at the same level.
Any fishermen who saw this would probably pass out.
Athena: "So you're Souta? Rather plain for a divine name."
Souta: "I ascended from humanity. My name's from my human days—we're not from the same system."
While he explained, Souta subtly observed her.
Just as he remembered—an exquisite little girl, wearing a knitted hat with cat-ear patterns. Incredibly cute and unforgettable.
His eyes drifted downward...
The deep purple thigh-highs caught his attention.
Seriously... A goddess in stockings? These goddesses really know how to stay modern.
P.S. : Side note from the author—applied for an alt account, but apparently creating an author account now requires a phone number and ID. I totally forgot. Guess I'll borrow my sister's. Found a bunch of spicy selfies too... kinda scared to post on a new account after that.