Munetsuchi

[Apollymi]

Ailen apparently agreed about the potential pitfalls of a crossed divine, but claimed that Anais might be underestimating the weight their current relationship held. According to the man himself, she would be given the same luxuries as Ailen himself and similar consideration as long as his name carried weight, literally anywhere. That was a strange thing to think about. She was sure very few people could claim to be connected to anyone with that much influence behind them. "Oh? I like not having to worry, but when you say it like that it sounds like you're super famous... " the girl mused. His modesty aside, she was quite sure anyone who managed to bond themselves to a goddess of reasonable standing should be considered a standout in their own right. Of course, this was the lass currently making assumptions about the multi-god system that may or may not apply but she had media to go off of, which made her believe her thoughts were properly correlated. Still, she couldn't help but be proud of herself for managing not to freak out about being stripped mostly naked in front of her mentor. She figured this sort of thing might eventually become normal for them, so she was actively trying to get used to it as an idea. Of course, it helped that he was quite appealing in all ways she could think of wanting. Ah... and such appeal was making an appearance.

Anais wasn't at all used to being given sexual attention. As such the man hovering above her made her imagination go into hyperdrive. And then, he began to move down her body. She might have found herself feeling more than a bit abashed being so close, but it was only going to get more intense. His head lowered, and her panties were being pulled down, but long before he made his way to her sex, a pitstop would occur around her chest. A single nipple would find itself in his mouth, being sucked and licked in a way which sent sensation straight from that point and into her loins. She was sure those things weren't meant to be connected, but the flow of mana seemed apt to move towards the point of the connection made. Ailen would find himself with the tiniest trickle of ripe persimmon flavored mana to taste from such an action. All the while Anais became distinctly aware of the temperature of her own body, and wondered if she was going to be alright. Beyond that thought a relaxation and willingness to see through that which she'd requested, actually her body seemed to be learning as quickly as her brain tended to, though she hadn't made a sound aside from inhaling, she should remember to breathe.

At the same time, Charles and Sakura seemed to be having a pretty good time. Though as the latter sped up her actions, the former seemed to be suffering a bit. A casual glance over her shoulder left the young woman quite sure of herself and as such another one of those unnerving and devious smiles crossed her face. Why? Well, if he was being distracted she had no problem taking over to chase the sensation she sought for herself. Actually she'd find a speed closer to rapid tapping and back herself against Charles' rod as if she was using him. All the while little pulses pushed her closer and closer to the edge of climax until, upon one particular moment when she backed herself against him and felt the spill of her mana and the tightening of her core around his rod. It was delightful from this angle and made her stop her movements briefly as she moaned and appreciated the sensation.

Just the same Miwa was moaning uncontrollably. Being tossed around and forced to bend in such a way was invigorating for the strangest reasons. Since she'd not been speaking her husband decided to place his tongue within her mouth. She'd meet that intruder hungrily as they kissed and she would fully accept being folded. She enjoyed looking at her legs propped up on her husband's shoulders. She liked seeing his face as he worked both their bodies to maximum efficiency. What was more, feeling him slam into the end of her core was something which made her nearly convulse as each time such a meeting occurred she was given shock to go along with her other sensations. Of course, given such a mixture of sensations she'd find it easy to reach climax this way as well, but aside from her body's reaction there would be no real tells. She'd continue the kisses and folding from position to position until her body and mind no longer worked if it made him happy.

[Bloodedge]

There was no way for Ailen to avoid making himself sound famous. If one were to ask about the elven scholars, he was among the most famous in history. Perhaps Anais would eventually make that discovery for herself. Whether she did or didn't, here and now was a different and more imperative matter. Ailen didn't even have a verbal response to the girl's comment; he was busy. Upon inserting her nipple into his mouth, Ailen was surprised to receive a hint of mana in liquid form. Persimmon? Yes, he knew that one well enough for its alchemical applications. Perhaps even the ripe flavor was tied to her production being a very... very recent possibility. There was such a small amount, he believed that was a realistic assumption to make. Still, given alchemical uses... there was sense in the development as well. He sought a bit more while pulling Anais's undergarments down to her ankles. During this exchange, a few of those perfect green leaves in the room were beginning to turn red. Ailen moved on without making a note of the changes. Once Anais's undergarments were fully removed, he pulled away from her torso and reclaimed his original position. He'd first be found massaging her feet from tip to heel. A gentle flow of his own mana through his fingertips would put additional pressure against hers, starting its movement toward its proper location.

If Charlemagne needed one thing, it was for Sakura to stop looking over her shoulder. Something about that visual took all remaining sense from his mind. Even worse, she eventually started being used as a tool for the girl's pacing desires. If he gave it proper consideration, he would be sure that counted as some form of abuse. Ah, but he couldn't even think that way, could he? No. He could do little but enjoy being a literal object for the young goddess's pleasure, until a certain spike occurred during the sudden clench brought about by orgasm. In that moment, Charlemagne nearly lost his own ability to retain stability. He'd have been pushed over the edge right then and there, but Sakura stopped moving just in time to avoid that fate. Maybe he was satisfied by that, or maybe he was a bit disappointed. Whatever he was, he'd been all but winded. Buckling, Charlemagne had to brace himself with a hand on the small of Sakura's back. How rude. He didn't mean to do so, but... it was too late now. "Ah! Sumimasen! I just... I might need a minute," he blabbered.

Miwa was a creature once known as a Goddess of Creation. As such, surely she'd never have issue with being given plenty of fuel for creating more and more. Mugen had no qualms with providing. He'd done so once today, and he'd now do so again as the mixing of saliva occurred between their mouths, primarily within hers. Of course, he supposed it also counted that the previous deposit of fluids was being repeatedly pushed deeper into her womb, if only just a bit. Perhaps she'd benefit from even more? They'd find out together. One of the reasons Mugen could be considered at the top of whatever food chain Miwa's group of husbands was viewed as, was a natural compatibility between Miwa and himself. It seemed habitual at times that he'd spill his seed at just the right moment to line-up with the 'spark of wisdom' as they called it. Once she climbed the proverbial hill to reach a state of enlightenment, he'd be there at the apex as well... all to douse her in a wave of raw power to make use of inspiration. Ah, but there was another difference ─ the one in which he continued doing so well beyond the point of that power being received.

[Apollymi]

Anais was more than a bit surprised, the trickle of mana from her nipple was sought. That is to say, it wasn't immediately released, instead the man finished removing her undergarments and the view around them seemed to be changing at least a little. A couple of the leaves she could see became the bright red of early autumn. It was quite interesting to see, and she likely would have had questions if her body could function at all. But no... that wouldn't be happening immediately. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as the elf with her descended once more, strangely back to where he'd started at her feet. He'd made the claim he'd do his best for her leg based issue, of course... she'd not known what he'd meant by that but would soon find herself experiencing the sensation of his mana traveling through her feet. Actually, it was a pleasant sensation and seemed to make her body relax even more. 'I'm definitely taking advantage of this man... I don't know why I think that... but I am sure this is great~' the girl found herself thinking as a small moan escaped the space of her lips as she remembered how to breathe rather suddenly. This man was going to be terrible for her psyche, but she could say her feet felt nice.

Whatever Charles needed, Sakura would likely give, except... to stop looking. It was in her nature to observe, and in doing so she could figure out many things about their current interaction. For instance, though he'd said nothing, she knew Charles had very much enjoyed when she'd taken over the pacing of their particular movements. He'd not been putting in much effort himself, but that didn't matter to her in anyway. She'd managed to reach climax and it had been glorious. Still, the lad was content to hold back, seeming both pleased and unhappy about his own lack of flourish. It was kind of cute to see him so conflicted. Her stopped movement also let her feel the placement of his hand on her lower back as he braced himself. It was a nice touch but for some reason he apologized. Her head tilted slightly to the side as she considered that. "Iie, apologies are unnecessary. If you want to hold me a specific way you can... if you want to use me to brace yourself... you can, between us these things are acceptable, maybe even preferable..." she explained. At this point, she'd let this lad use her soul as a crutch as he rebuilt himself, what was a bit of extra physical contact after that? Besides, if his hands were moving then he was doing something he desired, which was also good to Sakura. She shifted her hips a little from left to right as if to goad him, he claimed to need a minute but she knew he'd be alright...

At the same time, Miwa was being fed an extreme amount of mana. While she'd never turn down the fuel she needed, this particular man who shared her... always seemed interested in going overboard. Even so, she could always benefit, who knew what kind of ideas she'd allowed to fully develop since this particular session started. She'd finished her understanding of several things, figured out a few things, and even hypothesized about the creation of greater beings and thus her onw ascension. Things had flowed back into her mind, like the issues of her land being at ground level and even the problem with her husband seeming so content to go overboard. Well, that last part wasn't a problem so much as it was something she was content to tackle. Actually this moment had her overflowing in new ideas, her body tingling and convulsing with way more power than it needed and she was... happy.

[Bloodedge]

There were no additional words shared between Ailen and his apprentice, but there was no silence in the room either. Anais's breathing had become audible. No... it wasn't simply breathing. She was moaning audibly, and he'd only just started applying a bit of physical and spiritual pressure to her feet. Surely this was a sorely-needed treatment. "You like this?" he questioned. That certainly seemed to be the case, so he lingered around her soles for a few moments longer than necessary. He needed no additional time to create the effect he sought, but Ailen would not short his precious student on satisfaction of any sort. Alas, he could only linger for so long. If he did, there was a danger of her legs' mana circuits bursting. So, how would he avoid that? Easily. Once sufficient pressure had been built in the circuits at her feet, Ailen's hands moved to her hips. He would need to open the mana circuits closest to her core if he was to properly get the cycle moving again. A few pressure points in the hips were necessary before he shifted down to her thighs, where he'd go back to rubbing up, each stroke starting just a bit lower than the previous.

Meanwhile, Charlemagne continued to have the best and worst time of his life. He was well past the point of sinning himself to hell. Now, he was content to accept whatever fate awaited him, while desiring something... rather greedy deep inside. As for his accidental bracing against Sakura's lower back, it was apparently nothing of issue. In fact, Sakura's words implied that she may have enjoyed that form of contact. How... strange. Maybe he interpreted that wrong. No, that didn't seem to be the case. Sakura immediately began swaying her rear from side to side. What an interesting effect that created, causing his tool to move within her as if wedging. Charlemagne was sure he could feel his own heartbeat in his stomach ─ or even in his testicles. 'Right. Temptress. Definitely Temptress,' he thought. Using that leverage afforded by his extended arm, the lad was able to piston his hips anew. A thrusting which started with a bit of side-to-side movement caused by Sakura was beyond expectation. One stroke had him angled to the left, another to the right, and so on. No complaint could be presented to something so strange and new. Actually, none of his complaints were truly warranted from the beginning. "You know... you really don't make it very clear what you're in this for."

Mugen going overboard was something Miwa always seemed content to enable. Even if she didn't, he wouldn't change. Ah, but that wasn't necessary. Since she continued feeding into his mannerisms, he'd continue feeding mana into her body. There was always something so satisfying about being able to do so with someone who wouldn't eventually pop from overfilling. She'd never be physically overwhelmed, so he could enjoy working toward physical exhaustion instead. How many sparks of inspiration had Miwa been through thus far? He wouldn't know, nor did the count matter to him. No, he knew they were flowing through her head, so he'd continue letting that fuel flow into her loins... frequently. "Da─rin~♥ You've gone mute again. I guess that means you're still thinking~" the black-haired male said, hinting at his intention to continue pumping liquid mana into her. He'd be sure that if Miwa didn't actively absorb his 'offering' with enough focus, each of his thrusts would eventually cause a spurt of their combined fluids to spew from her body. Did she truly have more power than she needed? No; that was nonsense. If one were to ask Mugen, he'd say she only had enough when her physical self didn't know how to respond to it.

[Apollymi]

The lack of speech shared between mentor and apprentice wasn't something which was commented upon. It was likely for the best, considering Anais would have been pretty embarrassed if she could have considered it over how good the sensations in the soles of her feet felt. Of course, that light noise of her own voice breathing and moaning would be lightly interrupted by Ailen as he questioned if she liked this particular attention. "Hai!~" she murmured happily. Ah, it was just a leg massage. People were normally naked during massages, and he wasn't drawing attention to it. 'I can't go to slut hell for a massage,' she thought firmly. Only to have her invasive internal voice return for a moment. 'Unless you get a happy ending~' Oh no. She was definitely getting a happy ending... she was going to slut hell! In fact that thought coincided with the movement up her legs towards her hips. Pressure points were released and her body relaxed more. "Ah, worth it~" she mused. That last bit probably didn't make sense in context but it didn't matter. She was certain a leg massage should be on her regular self-care regimen. Everyone could appreciate something like this and she couldn't appreciate it more if she tried. She'd also fully accepted the idea of going to slut hell, for something that wasn't even sexual yet, just because it felt good, she was apparently that human.

A bit of teasing movement on Sakura's part, seemed to make Charles act of his own accord. He pivoted quite a bit when he restarted his movements. He even seemed to be hitting different spots within her core given his angling. He continued to use her as leverage as he did this and her body reacted to these different movements. Different strokes seemed to cause her to pulse, twitch or even her breath to catch just a little. There was nothing wrong with this lad's hand being placed there, and also nothing wrong with his movements. She quite enjoyed them, his hips moving in such a way made her grin just a little as she accepted the movements. They could definitely cause another flourish. Ah, but he had something to say... she didn't make it clear what she was in this for? "I am acting in the pursuit of my own desires. Whatever they are in a moment or over time... that's all. It's fun, goading you into things. But it is also fun... taking advantage of your inaction. Reaching the truth is also fun, so all these things are worth doing~" she said the last with a little moan. "I think you're interesting to watch too... so there is that," she said as if it was a simple fact of life. It was to be considered an exercise in fun, she was sating her own curiosity, she was learning to manage her desires... she had several reasons for doing things and none of them were bad by her own account, so why wouldn't she do them.

All the while, Miwa's brain was a series of answered questions, of completed theories, of magical understanding. Every thrust that filled her, seemed to be answering her own questions, ones she'd stopped thinking about, ones she'd abandoned because she didn't have the brain power, ones that had only just sprouted and now needed nurturing. Her habits were clear to her husbands, Mugen in particular was content to tease her as she used up all he gave her. "My brain is on fire~ But it's fine I want more!~" she seemed to be amused by her own words. Of course she'd remain thinking, but like with all things, even as she reached climax multiple times and used multiple loads deposited within herself, eventually her consumption would slow. She wouldn't pop from taking in too much, but she could also have the mana slip away from her a bit. When it did, it would slosh back against his active body, she'd still be moaning the entire time and another climax would be reached regardless as she happily moaned his pet name, "Anata♥~"

[Bloodedge]

So long as Anais found enjoyment from the experience, Ailen could consider it effort well-spent. A single utterance gave him all the answer he required. "Good. Let me know if anything feels strange or extreme," he said while continuing to apply pressure and movement to her thighs. He didn't linger for too long in one spot this time, needing only to expand her mana circuits to allow an easier flow. Once he reached the knees, he'd press only on either side of each cap before her shins were addressed. From there, Ailen repeated the same movements previously used on the girl's thighs, for the same purpose. She wouldn't ─ or shouldn't ─ be feeling any massive changes just yet. All of that was tied into the final experience, which he hadn't even started on yet.

Charlemagne wondered what Sakura sought. With his weight actively pressing into her back, she gave an answer that was somehow both simple and complex. Self-fulfillment from moment to moment was the brunt of it. Of course, she also had to point out that it was fun to take advantage of his hesitation... because why wouldn't that be the case? "Well you didn't have to put it like that..." he mumbled. There was also the note that he was interesting to watch, which was a whole additional thought process he'd suffer to work through. What was so interesting? He'd hardly even done anything, except... well, he'd be doing something quite soon. That lost tingle was quick to return, and quick to build again. That incessant pulsing reared its head several times in a matter of seconds, ending only with a single throb that sprayed his evolved essence into the young goddess who claimed only to be seeking fun and knowledge. Well... perhaps that counted as fun. If Charlemagne were to be honest, he'd say the moment was fun for him... though still a bit more long-winded than he thought reasonable.

More, said Miwa. If her brain was on fire, he was doing something right. Of course it could easily be said that he was doing a bit too much, but what was the point of marriage if not a little overindulgence? Mugen obviously didn't care if a few milliliters, or even liters of his mana were wasted against his own flesh, the throne and the floor. After all, what better thing could he waste it on? Nothing. The same could even be said of the observing pink-haired lad ─ the same one that could currently be seen spilling his own load across the throne room. As much of a scamp as he was, though, that rocket of a shot may have gone a bit too far. Oh yes, a small amount was undoubtedly headed toward the throne itself. Was that some sort of heresy or sacrilege, especially considering the goddess currently inhabited said throne? Maybe, but... Astolfo wasn't very big on sense.

[Apollymi]

Anais would take more than a little enjoyment from having her legs rubbed upon in such a way. If she was being honest, the intensity of this feeling seemed almost connected to her loins, but that wasn't really something she wanted to consider. Especially not given the moisture seemingly pooling at the apex of her thighs. There was nothing remotely sexual about what was happening, but still she found herself rather interested in it. The movements of Ailen's hands around her legs, seemingly to allow him to come in contact with all parts of them was delightful for lack of a better term. "I'll let you know but... it only feels nice," she found herself murmuring sheepishly. Ah, she probably shouldn't be sexualizing a man who was only here to help her, even so those intimate touches along her legs and thighs were having a strange effect on the redness of the girl's face. It was okay, she could bear it, and the wetness between her legs and even her teacher touching her so intimately. She had no idea what his overall plan was, but she'd probably let him rub on her legs all day if he wanted to.

At the same time Sakura was given another strange reaction from Charles. Whenever confronted by certain sentiments the lad seemed to become incapable of honesty. She found that amazing. He wasn't lying so much as he was simply avoiding any connection to whatever was directly uttered before. Did he really not understand why she found him interesting when he did things like that? "Well, how else would I say it?" she questioned him. It was seemingly innocent but in truth she wondered if he actually had an answer or not. Whatever the case, she'd soon be silenced by something new and interesting. An incoming flourish from Charles with his newly evolved mana found itself within her at a more than reasonable quantity. "Ooh?!~" she seemed excited by the sensation as it mixed within her core. "Doesn't that feel nice..." she murmured as her body seemed to tighten around him, not willing to let him go after he'd provided her with a new sensation.

At the same time, Miwa found herself having a great amount of her husband's mana wasted upon his offering. As he was one to go overboard regardless, she found herself indulging even as her thoughts seemed to move away directly from the purposes of expanding her wisdom. it seemed of course, that the lad who'd been watching for quite a while, eventually found himself making an offering, just a bit made its way towards the throne, quite nearby where the goddess was currently being folded over and reamed for no apparent reason. Even so, she took note seeming to be amused by it, if nothing else. "Oh? How earnest... this one almost reminds me of Wu-chan..." she murmured but her attention couldn't be divided that long. No... instead she'd be dealing directly with the man who'd decided her legs needed to near blend into her torso as she demanded more and more from him.

[Bloodedge]

A bit of positive reinforcement would always go a long way. In this case, it was all Ailen needed to continue without any unnecessary adjustments. Speaking of adjustments, it was soon time to move onward. After ensuring each of the mana circuits throughout Anais's legs were addressed properly, a few additional touches of her shins would let him feel its flow. He'd then apply pressure at the ankles, then knees, then hips to open the proper channels and allow said flow its necessary movements throughout the limbs. "There we are. At this point, your legs should feel quite relaxed if I've done this correctly. Once we've completed the next step, you should have an additional experience to enjoy," he explained briefly. With that said, Ailen finally put forth the effort to separate Anais's legs. After so much time spent focusing on her legs, it was high time to focus fully on the space between. His eyes locked on, and his face moved inward. It seemed she already sported the glisten of arousal, which created the perfect opportunity for Ailen to taste of persimmon within seconds of reaching her undercarriage. Gently did his tongue press against her folds, prodding and shifting from one side to another for the sake of separation.

How else would Sakura phrase that statement? Well, answering that wouldn't really work. Charlemagne frankly believed she could have gone without saying it at all. She knew what was happening. He knew what was happening. He knew that she knew what was happening. No further acknowledgement was needed beyond those facts. In fact, it seemed acknowledgement would end there anyway, as Charlemagne suffered immediate uselessness caused by ejaculation. He was immobile partially because he was winded... and partially because he couldn't pull back even if he wanted to. Something was strange about that last part. Sakura had a mighty grip of his tool, leaving Charlemagne feeling like some knotted dog for reasons he couldn't understand. Why such power? He was almost beyond questioning it. "Uh. I um... Am I supposed to be stuck?" he wondered.

Meanwhile, Astolfo seemed all too pleased about his own recent spillage. He may have missed the queen/goddess and her current husband of choice, but that was a level of dastardly he could save for another experience later. Currently, he would be found sitting on the throne room floor, fully relaxed. It didn't seem those two would be stopping their madness anytime soon, so perhaps he'd even start again at some point. It wasn't like he had anything else to do while his companions were off doing whatever. Beyond all that, whatever a Wu-chan was, apparently its existence was the sort that caused Astolfo's similarities to bring no negatives his way. Somewhere in a tree outside the palace, there was a powerful sneeze occurring. . .

[Apollymi]

All too soon, the rubbing against her legs came to an end. She felt quite relaxed from the waist down and more than that was pleased by the experience. According to Ailen, she should feel relaxed if he'd done it right and there would be something extra after the next step? He'd soon be spreading those legs she could barely feel and that was a bit odd, but she wasn't going to immediately comment on that. "Hm, I'm definitely relaxed but Shishou what..." ah, she'd had a question. Whatever it was though was a bit lost to her. Why? Because there was a tongue now rather gently prodding at her folds and when it did this, her mind erased everything she'd wanted to say for the next few moments. 'Why did I choose this?!' she questioned herself, even so she could do nothing but like the sensation even with just this first motion. Everything in her person told her it was a bit dangerous... not to her physically, but to her sanity. This was a step towards slut hell... but not one she'd regret taking. Ah but there was something, what would Ailen be receiving as knowledge from this girl? Well, that which was innate to her current understanding, starting first with her form of candlelight related magic, and the protective qualities provided by her connection to the White Hart.

All the same Sakura found it interesting that Charles had nothing to say about changing the way she spoke. She figured he wouldn't know what to do when confronted but it was still amusing in the moment. Whatever the case, she'd been enjoying the feeling of her release. Both of them were lightly winded and Sakura was relaxing her hands stretching out in front of her as she heard the lad's question. It was such a strange question, at the other end of his connecting line was a goddess... did he truly not know what it meant to seek such things with one? "Stuck? Well... that is debatable. You aren't stuck so much as it is nature to remain within to help along acts of creation. No matter what you intend to do with the mana you gain from such an expulsion it needs time to integrate both ways. It is part of bond strengthening, and ensures better quality works," she mused. Ah, once again she seemed to have switched how her explanation worked. From straight sex to acts of creation... well... she'd been taught they were essentially the same thing, with only intimacy being the difference between different acts. To try and create to make the next best thing, was the will of life in general...

Astolfo could continue to watch, even though he'd reached his own form of satisfaction. Beyond that mighty sneeze there were a few more folds to be made. Obviously, someone like Miwa would have to become a pinwheel or a throwing-star or something of that nature to complete the act of being 'folded' as her husband so gently put it.

[Bloodedge]

Anais had something to say. Alas, it seemed she lost her train of thought. Ailen could have been shocked by that turn of events once upon a time, but it wasn't his first time seeing it. Actually, he'd even previously experienced such a thing first-hand. In the elf male's opinion, a loss of thought process in the earliest stages of a transfer was a sign of an excellent experience from the start. Perhaps he was wrong about that, though; more study would be required. Ah... he had a chance to collect another example here. What else would he be collecting? Well, it seemed Anais had some information to share with him. In a matter of moments, a first-hand understanding of her unique power structure flowed through his mind. The ancient magic that inhabited her was understood by him in a way only hosts would normally know. What wonderful knowledge! Many would assume Ailen had no use for information about the White Hart. Those people would be very wrong, as he was its host's mentor. If he reached even a single conclusion Anais herself hadn't come to about her power, it would become some of the most useful knowledge in his brain. Moreover, it was knowledge that answered simple curiosity! What better information could there be? To think, all he had to do was literally lick such valuable knowledge from between her legs. Beyond all else, this had become something mutually beneficial immediately.

And now 'stuck' was debatable. No it wasn't. Charlemagne was sure he couldn't move back if he tried. Even if it was some spiritual mumbo jumbo, the same could be said. Whatever the case, this unusual phenomenon was explained as an instinct that fell under the umbrella of creation. The mana between them had to be transferred without fail, and kept within for quality assurance. Once again, Charlemagne found himself in a world made for some pervert's dream. Oh? Actually, he was finding himself in a different world entirely. Without him realizing, a golden light had consumed both himself and Sakura, taking them in their current position into a blank, white space. "You know that stuff doesn't make sense to someone like me... right?" he was already asking. Much to his surprise, the voice that answered would be a masculine one. . .

"Whether she does or not, I do," a man said from several meters away. Ahead of the pair in this otherwise blank realm, there was a simple cushioned chair. Atop that chair sat a tall, middle-aged man with mid-length hair white as the space around them. He had all the presence of something far beyond divinities as this world knew them, but he wore plain trousers, a half-buttoned shirt and a red trench coat as if he were an ordinary human. Even his facial hair was a bit scruffy, albeit perfectly suited to his facial features in some strange way. "Ugh, geez. I'm not even sure I can blame the same people for this one. I still might; I dunno. Say, what do you think? Is this sort of mentality the gods' fault?" the man asked, his colorless eyes focused on Sakura.