"There's nothing physically wrong with her. She just seems to be in shock."
Quetzalcoatl gently placed her hand on Sakura's cheek, a soft, tranquil green light radiating from her palm.
After Yuto took Sakura, Quetzalcoatl approached to offer her assistance.
Though no longer humanity's guardian deity, her affection for humans remained undiminished.
Her forr status could be described as that of humanity's mother goddess.
Perhaps... that's why her boobs was so... huge.
Sakura nestled in Quetzalcoatl's arms, her petite fra making her look like an infant cradled by its mother.
Hearing Quetzalcoatl's words, Yuto breathed a sigh of relief.
'As long as it was nothing serious.'
But then, confusion washed over him.
'What exactly did Sakura experience to end up like this...?'
Creak... creak...
In stark contrast to the expressions of everyone else in the room, Hestia's face had transford from tearful to furious.
She gritted her teeth, her expression different from her usual soft, clumsy deanor.
Now, she radiated an aura of intense danger, like a lioness whose cub had been hard.
Her blue eyes flickered intermittently with gold, a sign that her divine power was about to erupt!
This wasn't the dungeon where her powers were restricted by its rules.
Here, her divine power knew no bounds.
The Virgin Goddess's only familia mber had fallen unconscious.
As a her patron God, Hestia found it difficult to suppress her rising fury!
Gods were beings unbound by reason.
Their wrath was akin to natural disasters. As Hestia's anger intensified, everyone in the restaurant felt a growing pressure on their minds, so more intensely than others.
Yuto placed his hand on Hestia's shoulder.
He was the closest to her, and the only one who could temporarily soothe the goddess.
"Hestia, calm down," he whispered in her ear.
The Virgin Goddess's trembling body stilled, and the divine power she had inadvertently been radiating vanished.
Waver, Iskandar, Tohru, and the others breathed sighs of relief.
"Kamisaka... I'm so sad... Waaah!!!" The Goddess turned to face Yuto, her lips curling into a pitiful pout.
She threw her arms around him and burst into tears.
This ti, Yuto didn't push Hestia away.
He understood her grief.
Sakura wasn't just Hestia's first familia mber, the goddess genuinely regarded her as her child.
Otherwise, she would never have allowed Sakura to call her "older sister."
Sakura's kindness had moved Hestia the previous night, which was why Hestia had bestowed upon her the God's blessing without hesitation.
Hestia had never sought glory through Sakura.
She simply wanted Sakura to stay by her side peacefully.
But now, just when she had finally found her own family, this had to happen.
How could the Goddess not feel anger, sorrow, and injustice?
Yuto cradled Hestia's head, soothing her as if she were a pet. "When Sakura wakes up, Hestia, do you want her to see you like this?"
After crying for a while, Hestia regained her composure, though she still sniffled occasionally.
Seeing this, Yuto released her and turned to Quetzalcoatl.
"Quetzalcoatl, can you wake Sakura up?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
"Hmm, no problem," Quetzalcoatl replied with a smile, releasing a wisp of green light from her hand that floated into Sakura's forehead.
As the light rged with Sakura, she let out a soft groan, and her eyelids fluttered slightly.
Hestia gripped Sakura's hand, her excitent palpable.
"Ugh... Onee-san... Yuto-nii... everyone..." Sakura murmured, her words still sluggish.
Yuto smiled, while Hestia hugged Sakura tight and burst into tears again.
The Goddess's promise not to cry had proven as flimsy as air!
"Waaah! Sakura! You're okay! You're okay! Waaah..."
Sakura blinked in surprise, then smiled and hugged Hestia back.
"Goddess-nee, I'm fine. Don't cry."
"Mmm! Sniff Mmm!"
Sakura comforted Hestia, a scene that reversed their roles.
It was as if Hestia were the child and Sakura the adult.
Once Hestia had cald down, Yuto took a deep breath and turned to Sakura with a serious yet gentle expression.
"Sakura, what happened?"
As soon as he asked, Hestia also turned to Sakura anxiously. "Sakura, what's wrong? Did soone bully you?! Tell your sister everything! I'll make sure they regret it!"
As Hestia spoke, her eyes began to glow with golden light once more.
The Goddess's divine power nearly surged out of control due to her anger.
Fortunately, Yuto quickly placed a hand on her shoulder, grounding her.
Hearing their words, Sakura's eyes filled with fear.
The terrifying scenes from before she lost consciousness flashed through her mind, the lingering terror still fresh.
Seeing the fear in Sakura's eyes, Hestia took two sharp breaths.
'I need to stay calm!'
"Just now..." Sakura composed herself, her hands trembling slightly, and recounted the recent events.
As Sakura spoke, the entire restaurant fell into silence.
Yuto's face darkened.
Hestia's eyes beca calm, yet radiated a bone-chilling cold!
"How vile!" Saitama frowned deeply.
Ainz's inner turmoil was less pronounced, but even he felt a ripple of unease.
Quetzalcoatl's perpetually smiling eyes snapped open, her heterochromatic pupils gleaming with a dangerous glint.
"The Matou Family... this clan was originally..."
"Boss, you said you could take to Sakura's world, right?"
Waver was about to explain the Matou Family, but Hestia cut him off.
The goddess fixed Yuto with an eerily serene gaze.
Yet Yuto sensed that her current composure was far more terrifying than her earlier, barely restrained divine power.
"Yes."
"Good. Take there." Hestia's gaze locked onto him, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
A faint smile curled the corner of Yuto's lips.
"No problem." He glanced at the restless crowd, and a sudden idea struck him.
"Would you all like to co along?"
Matou Zouken had already left the Insect Chamber.
He hurried to his room, his withered hand pressed tightly against his forehead.
Beneath the already distorted skin, sothing writhed incessantly, like veins coming to life and surging with dark currents.
Black liquid, perhaps sothing that could be called blood, stread from Zouken's eyes, accompanied by a putrid stench like rotting flesh.
He gasped for breath, his face contorted in agony.
"Damn it! What's happening to ?!" He clenched his teeth, his voice hissing through the gaps, each word dripping with hatred and terror.
His mind replayed the scene endlessly: the girl engulfed in flas vanishing through a door that materialized in mid-air.
No trace of magic remained, making the event seem like an impossible miracle.
What enraged and terrified Zouken most was the sudden appearance of an inexplicable power within his body after Sakura vanished.
This power was sacred and pure.
The mont it manifested, it threatened to incinerate him!
His magical abilities proved incapable of analyzing the nature of this bizarre force.
Consud by rage and resentnt, Zouken suspected Tokiomi Tohsaka.
He believed this was Tohsaka's treachery—a facade of cooperation masking a plot to assassinate him!
"Tokiomi Tohsaka!" Zouken spat the na through clenched teeth, his voice a venomous whisper. Black, foul-slling liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.
'Damn it! Is this body failing so quickly?' Zouken cursed inwardly.
He had lived for countless years, transferring his soul into newly crafted bodies whenever his physical form deteriorated.
As a result, he no longer possessed a true physical body, and his blood was not blood in the conventional sense.
This current body was relatively new and should have lasted longer, but tonight's crisis left Zouken with no choice.
If he didn't transfer his soul imdiately, he would die!
As he hurried toward his secret chamber, a sudden, violent premonition struck him like a blow!
He instinctively fell backward, a move that saved his life!
BOOM!!!
A blinding light erupted from the distance, obliterating the Matou Family mansion!
The house was reduced to rubble in an instant, and the air filled with the acrid stench of charred remains.
With Matou Zouken as the dividing line, the once-enclosed interior space before him had been transford into a desolate wasteland exposed to the open sky.
The pitch-black night sky poured down, and raindrops began to fall on Zouken's body.
His face contorted in horror as he stared into the distance.
There, a group of figures stood: a girl radiating golden light while floating in the air, a bizarre horned non-human creature, a skeleton clad in heavy robes, an unremarkable bald man with a sli perched on his shoulder...
At the center stood a handso young man.
He was holding the hand of a little girl who sent a wave of terror through Zouken's heart: Sakura!
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Hestia was about to aura farm here!
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