Chapter 1361: Festive : Routine
With the battle between Artoria and Nero coming to an end, Vahn took the opportunity to applaud them both. It had been like watching a dance between two master swordswoman and, though the end had been determined from the start; seeing how things played out was a sight to behold. If he had any critique at all, it was that Artoria should have waited for Nero's attack to complete before she ended the battle...
Hearing Vahn clapping, Artoria briefly turned her attention toward the stands; performing a proper bow before moving to help Nero stand. The latter hadn't lost consciousness but, after falling onto the bed of rose petals, she just stared toward the sky above, a contented smile on her face. When Artoria came to help her up, she briefly glanced at the former's outstretched hand before accepting it and saying, "I will become stronger. Umu, one day, I will prove my worth as a woman worthy of our Master's affection..."
Though it filled her with a fair amount of exasperation to hear Nero's remark, Artoria had made her decision prior to the battle. It would be more troublesome to leave Nero to her own devices and, with her appearance being similar to several current residents; they would all have misgivings if she were to be involved with someone other than Vahn. Nobody wanted to see someone with a similar appearance to themselves behaving in an uncouth and unrestrained manner with a man other than the one they collectively loved...
Knowing full well how licentious and free Nero was with her love, having her devote herself to Vahn was the simplest solution to the problem. This victory was merely to forcibly change the perspective of the proud Empress as; if she continued to believe she was simply above everyone else; it would be impossible to restrain her. Like this, there was a chance Artoria could restrain some of Nero's more troublesome behaviors and, in time, there was a chance Nero could become something akin to a body double...
With this in mind, Artoria restrained a sigh; instead, adopting a slight smile as she stated, "You need not trouble yourself, Empress Nero. While I may have been the victor, none present would dare claim you lack worth. Though your behavior will need to be addressed, it would be my honor to invite you into the sisterhood of the Inner Sanctum..."
Hearing Artoria's words, Nero was at a momentary loss but, after a few seconds had passed, a smile spread across her lips as she intoned an 'umu' and said, "I'll be in your care then, Empress Artoria. It would seem I have much to learn about the etiquette of the Empire. Until then, I will observe your behavior closely. Umu..."
Seeing the two similar women shake hands with each other, Vahn's smile curled up at the edges. It would be best if Artoria and the others began proactively vetting and guiding girls like Nero, Altera, Okita, and even Jeanne. Though it was normal for an Emperor to have an entourage, Vahn felt a bit of pressure whenever he was accompanied by the usual trio. It made his interactions with others a little awkward while also distancing them from the others. There wasn't much he could do about his nature so he could only rely on the patience and tolerance of the many women under his umbrella...
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With the event coming to a conclusion, everyone participated in a banquet to turn any bitter feelings into positive rapport. Most people were rather fond of festivities so, in order to celebrate the arrival of so many new residents of the Empire; Vahn gave a small speech before enjoying delicious food and drink alongside his new companions.
As could be expected, Alexander, Nero, and even Altera took part in a few active challenges; most of which involved food and drink. Alexander had tried to challenge Karna to an arm-wrestling contest but, due to their slight inebriation, they ended up smashing the table as soon as the match began. This put a stop to such activities, even if Alexander's infectious laugh turned the incident into an entertaining affair...
At this point, there were more than fifty people attending the banquet, not even counting the small horde of Companions, several very noticeable Guardians, and a whole host of Homunculi attendants. It made Vahn happy to see so many people gathered together; everyone having fun without caring for pretenses of status and other meaningless things. He could understand why the Gods back in the Record of Danmachi formed Familias as, while they may not care for each of their 'children' with the same degree of focus; just having a large number of people gathered together turned small events into festive celebrations.
Vahn knew many people would envy the position he was in but, even if they were given the chance to swap places with him; he doubted they would be able to truly appreciate what he had created. If they had that capability, they would have formed a small community, Kingdom, or even an Empire. Still, despite this, Vahn wanted to share happy moments like this, paving the way for others to taste even a fraction of what he experienced on a daily basis. To achieve this, he would need to carry out his plans without fail; no matter what his enemies, the world, or the cosmos threw at him...
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Since nearly every resident of the Ivory Castle had gathered together for the banquet, Vahn used the opportunity to complete his daily rounds; intending to check up on Azathoth, Tiamat, and Semiramis in turn. The latter wasn't fond of loud celebrations so, despite having been invited to participate, she opted to remain in the Hanging Gardens; knowing full well that Vahn would eventually come to visit.
Knowing he would be stuck with Semiramis for a few hours, at the very least, Vahn opted to visit the slumbering Azathoth first. As usual, he found the infamous Outer God sleeping peacefully within the massive and comfortable bed that had been prepared for them. They rarely moved between Vahn's visits, caring little about the world around them and the universe that existed within their dreams...
Seeing the slumbering youth with a slight smile on their face, Vahn couldn't help but apologetically smile as he asked, "How are they?" in a somber tone.
Without moving in the slightest, Azathoth's youthful voice echoed within Vahn's mind, stating in a lazy but slightly happy tone, ("Some of them have done surprisingly well for themselves. It won't be long before they give in to despair, however. I can feel them break further with each death, the hope they had in escaping diminishing with every passing day~"
Hearing Azathoth's somewhat playful tone, Vahn released a small sigh as he reflected on his decision to toss various members of the Noble Faction into Azathoth's dimension. Even though the latter had done nothing to torment them, the chaotic dreamscape wasn't a place most people would be able to live. This was the most terrifying aspect of Azathoth, however, as death did not provide any form of release to those trapped within. Everything within had some form of immortality so, even if they wanted to take their own lives; they had no choice but to live on as penance for their past sins...
In a way, Azathoth was serving as the gatekeeper of 'Hell', much like how Ereshkigal had been the Queen of the Underworld during the Age of Gods. Those trapped within his dimension would keep dying over and over until they eventually broke completely; their souls effectively leaving their body to return to the cycle of reincarnation. It was an inarguably cruel punishment but, as their lives inside were lived entirely without interference, Vahn didn't actually accumulate much negative Karma; even if he felt somewhat guilty.
If he wasn't aware of the monstrous acts they had committed in life, Vahn would have granted those inside the mercy of a final death long ago. Instead, they would revive for as many people as they had killed in life; suffering the burden of their own sins...
Deciding not to ruminate over the fates of monstrous individuals, Vahn shook his head, clearing his thoughts before asking, "Is there anything you need?"
Since he didn't really care about anything but slumbering endlessly, Azathoth's laughter sounded in Vahn's head for a few moments before he answered, "Your concerns are appreciated...for now, I am content with staying here like this...my pillows are soft and my blankets are comfortable...I can think of nothing to make my current life more pleasant..."
Hearing Azathoth's usual answer, Vahn gave a curt nod before turning away and reminding, "If you think of anything, please, let me know. I'll see you tomorrow, then."
Following his parting words, Vahn began his ascent towards the surface; Azathoth's echoing in his mind, answering with a variation of their usual reply, ("Thank you for always visiting me...next time, maybe we can sleep together...I enjoy watching you interact with my dreams...")
Since he had been pretty busy with other things lately, Vahn didn't really have the time to delve into Azathoth's dimension recently. Though he could stay inside for years at a time without any seeming to pass in reality, it always left him with incongruous feelings after leaving. This didn't bother Vahn all that much but, with the current state of the world, he needed to keep to properly focus on his daily life.
Still, he didn't want Azathoth to experience anything like loneliness so, with a casual wave of his hand, he responded, "Once things settle down a bit outside, I'll be sure to explore your dreams once again. When that time comes, show me all the interesting things you've created, okay...?"
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After leaving Azathoth's 'shrine', Vahn wasted no time in teleporting away; his destination a glowing white 'cacoon'; the outer shell that represented Tiamat's version of a Marble Phantasm. It was a place others were disallowed entry but, after placing his palm against the surprisingly warm surface; Vahn was transported to a massive cavern that appeared to be at the bottom of the sea. There was water flowing in a massive vortex more than 5km in diameter; it's overwhelming force seemingly kept at bay by an invisible membrane, one that allowed free passage while keeping out only the water and other organisms...
At the very center of this massive vortex, a 50m tall figure could be seen hovering in mid-air, its body bound by pale-golden chains as it stood ramrod straight; observing Vahn with cross-shaped pupils and uncommon pink eyes. Her aqua-blue hair, reminiscent of the sea itself, flowed gracefully around her body; a sight Vahn had grown increasingly fond of with the passage of time.
By the time he had approached the base of Tiamat's feet, she had shrunk from her 50m height down to a more natural 160cm. It was a little 'distracting' to see a 50m tall woman with virtually no clothes on so, during his previous visits, Vahn asked Tiamat to shrink down so he could easily converse with her. It was difficult to communicate with someone when their eye was bigger than you so, after the first time; where he had floated in front of her gigantic face; Vahn had ultimately asked her to reduce her size for his own convenience...
Though Tiamat hadn't spoken a single word since their first meeting, Vahn convinced himself that she was slowly growing accustomed to him. At the very least, she seemed to take all of his words to heart; even if he didn't voice them as orders. This showed that she was considerate of his words and actions as, even without conveying his intent; Tiamat hovered at a comfortable distance, presenting her head for petting. At the same time, Alaya manifested herself at a similar size, adopting a human form not all that dissimilar from her counterpart's...
Vahn knew Alaya still had the 'objective' of sleeping with him and getting impregnated but, as he had become rather fond of her over the last two years, he didn't mind pampering her. He wouldn't sleep with her until she was free from Akasha's influence but, with the amount of progress she had been making; it wouldn't be too much longer before they shared a few intimate moments. For now, she needed to be content with simple skinship; setting an example for Tiamat to follow...
(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Just according to keikaku...(keikaku means plan)','*Casually creates a version of Hell for sinners...*','The Godhand will conquer all, in time')
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Chapter 1362: Tireless Endeavor
After spending a fair amount of time telling Tiamat about what had transpired since their last meeting, Vahn left the tremendously powerful vessel of Gaia to her own devices. She still had an innate fear of humanity and other forms of life so, when he wasn't around; she sealed herself away within her peculiar cacoon as a form of self-defense. This wasn't a fear he could remove from her through the use of a simple command so, until she was ready to leave on her own volition, Vahn would continue visiting her frequently...
"You must know that your efforts are in vain. Consciousness cannot be created arbitrarily from nothingness..."
Hearing Alaya's unexpected remark, Vahn gave the blue entity a curious look, asking, "Oh? And what compelled you to say this so suddenly, Alaya?"
Unlike her past self, Alaya had been growing increasingly more expressive these days so, when Vahn suddenly looked at her; she turned her eyes away from him, adding, "After being separated from her original strain of consciousness, Tiamat became a creature of pure instinct. You would be better off preparing her to receive Gaia's consciousness or transplanting another. Your belief that an empty vessel can develop consciousness is unfounded...your efforts are wasted."
Though he couldn't be certain, Vahn sensed there was a greater meaning behind Alaya's words. However, he knew better than most that consciousness could, in fact, be created; seemingly from nothingness. So long as the proper framework for life existed, the Soul with inexorably drawn to life. If given enough time and adequate stimulus, even inert matter or pure energy could develop an ego.
Instead of arguing with her over the matter, Vahn lightly caressed Alaya's somewhat squishy cheek with his index finger. She was in her shrunken, Companion-like state so; rather than an exotic beauty; she currently appeared as an adorable squirrel-like creature with a few human qualities.
Understanding Vahn had basically ignored her, Alaya furrowed her brows slightly. Then, in spite of the fact she enjoyed his caress, Alaya nipped Vahn's finger with her sharp teeth before jumping into the collar of his shirt and hiding. This left the man in question restraining the urge to laugh as he teleported to the Transfer Room; knowing Alaya probably wouldn't teleport him outside in her current state...
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With his comprehension of Space and Time increasing with each passing day, it didn't take long for Vahn to reach the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. His was actually well over the halfway point to developing a Divinity related to Space, possessing 76% comprehension according to The Path. As for his understanding of Time, it trailed behind by a considerable amount; peaking at 30% but, at times, miraculously dropping as low as 28%. Comprehension was something that could easily be affected by various influences so; if you weren't proactively trying to understand the nature of a particular Law; it was easy to be led astray.
What troubled Vahn was the fact that his understanding of Creation Laws had been stuck around 88~90%; making it clear that it was significantly harder to comprehend the Laws of Creation in a higher tiered Records. Still, it wasn't as if he hadn't made progress as; upon entering the Record, all of the values had reset to 0% until he had acclimated himself to the Laws of the Nasuverse. So long as he continued trying to improve his understanding and comprehension, it shouldn't take too much longer for him to obtain the coveted Divinity...
Since stressing over it was one of the things that led people astray the most, Vahn decided not to worry about his progress. Instead, he made his way to Semiramis' bedchamber; finding the latter laying lazily in a black negligee that did little to conceal her figure. She had even braided her hair into an impossibly long ponytail, a clear indicator she had certain intentions behind choosing not to meet him in the Throne Room.
Without shying away in the slightest, Vahn made his way over to the side of Semiramis' bed, her snake-eyes following his approach while an expression of placidity masked her true emotions. It wasn't until he sat down on the side of her bed that Semiramis broke the silence, remarking, "You know, it is improper to enter the bedchambers of a woman without their permission. I would have thought that you, of all people, would understand such basic courtesies..."
Having grown accustomed to Semiramis' biting remarks, Vahn simply smiled in response to the raven-haired beauty's words. This caused her to snort lightly through her nose while averting her eyes to the side, yet another reaction he had grown both accustomed to, and fond of. With this being the case, Vahn extended his hand to lightly comb through the pouting woman's silky fringe bangs, asking, "How long did it take to braid your hair? This style suits you..."
Though she still had a mildly annoyed expression on her face, it didn't take long for Semiramis to answer his question. She moved to prevent his hand from wandering aimless, grabbing it with her own as she said, "Don't look down on my abilities...something as simple as braiding hair, it took no time at all..."
Vahn was tempted to point out that he never said anything about the difficulty involved but, as this was basically Semiramis' way of saying, 'I worked hard so you better praise me', he continued to smile as he said, "It looks good...not that you need to style your hair to appear beautiful."
With Vahn casually grabbing the hand she used to prevent him from combing through her hair, Semiramis took an audible breath before turning her eyes up at him and muttering, "Rougish..." in an accusatory tone. Then, pulling her hand free, she snaked her way further onto the bed, her fair and pert posterior in full view as she moved to the opposite end to grab a golden chalice. It was a very obvious attempt to seduce him but, never one to complain about the view of a marvelous backside, Vahn had no shame in burning the image of Semiramis' translucent black panties into his memory.
Turning back to find Vahn gawking, Semiramis rolled her eyes; somehow making it appear as though she was simply fluttering them in a seductive manner. At this point, it was pretty clear what her intentions were so, deciding to play along; Vahn removed his boots before crawling into the bed and laying close enough that he could easily embrace her body at his leisure. Then, for the 317th time, Semiramis handed him a very potent poison; her eyes observing him closely as he downed the chalice's contents without a second thought.
Generally speaking, Semiramis' attempts to 'seduce' him almost always ended with her giving him some ridiculously toxic substance to ingest. Then, failing in her assassination attempt, she would allow him to take a few liberties with her body as recompense. If he wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult to have Semiramis offer herself up to him but; until her emotions had become sincere, Vahn didn't mind playing this game of theirs indefinitely...
For a brief moment, Vahn felt like he had swallowed hot magma but, without any real suspense, his body quickly purified the poison. This was one of the things he was most confident about so, even if Semiramis somehow came up with a Tier 5 poison, he would ingest it without fear. At this point, he knew his constitution was one of his greatest assets so, if given the chance to exploit it, Vahn would readily do so.
Seeing Vahn ingest her most recent concoction without even blushing, Semiramis released a sigh as she leaned against his chest and complained, "You're a monster, you know that? A single drop of that poison would make a hundred hectares of farmland inhospitable for ten years. Yet, here you lay, drinking an entire chalice without so much as batting an eye..."
Since he had already explained his immunity to her in the past, Vahn knew Semiramis was mainly just complaining to be heard. Thus, instead of answering her question directly, he kissed the top of her head before saying, "As much as I wouldn't mind dying next to such a beautiful woman, I would rather live on to enjoy spending more time with her. I guess I'm just selfish like that..."
While speaking, Vahn took the initiative to run his left hand along Semiramis' side and stomach, a gentle flow of energy spreading from his palm into her body. This caused her to release a hot sigh against his chest, a 'defeated' expression on her face as she closed her eyes and just snuggled a little closer to him. She knew he wouldn't fall for half-hearted seduction but, unable to convince herself that she wanted their relationship to move to the next level; Semiramis just allowed Vahn to spoil her until she felt better about her failure.
As the world's oldest poison user, Semiramis had a fair amount of pride when it came to being able to poison anything; be it God or man. She knew Vahn had multiple bodies so, at the very least, she wanted to be able to give him a slight stomach ache. Ideally, she would be able to kill one of him as that would at least help to recover her lost pride. As it stood, she felt more than a little helpless about her current situation as it was impossible for her to give up; even though it had become increasingly difficult to restrain herself.
Understanding Semiramis' character to a reasonable degree, Vahn helped to ease her frustrations by lightly massaging her body. This was the main reason she had braided her hair as, in the past, it often got in the way when they were being intimate with each other. This was the downside to having hair longer than you were tall; its immense volume requiring considerably upkeep just to prevent fraying and tangles.
Every now and then, Vahn helped Semiramis to wash and brush her hair as it reminded him of his time with Haruhime. He would, of course, never say this to the woman in question as there was no doubt in his mind she would legitimately lash out at him upon knowing the truth. Semiramis was a very jealous woman by nature so she wouldn't take kindly to being compared to other women, no matter how beautiful they were. She had a desperate need to be unique and, as a result, had all but given up on interacting with the other members of Vahn's harem. She would rather continue to isolate herself in the Hanging Gardens, basically pretending the others didn't exist.
Despite these faults, Vahn couldn't easily give up on Semiramis as he knew she had a lot of pain in her heart. She was a very lonely woman and, due to her nature; she was destined to remain alone unless someone could fill the void in her heart. This didn't really have to be him but, as one of the few people that could stomach Semiramis' poisons, he was the best suited to the role. Besides, he was rather fond of women like Semiramis due to her parallels to women like Eva and Riveria.
Thus, despite Semiramis' constant attempts to poison him, her constant need to be pampered, and a few other troublesome qualities; Vahn still dutifully came to visit her. Eventually, he would break through the walls of her heart and, with a bit of coaxing, convince her to get along with the others. Until then, he would enjoy their time alone like this; pushing the usually cold beauty a little further over the edge with each visit. Her reactions stirred a part of him that only women with long ears could awaken so, even if it took a few months for her to ultimately relent; Vahn wouldn't stop until he peeled away her facade completely...
(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Alaya is a QT3.14','Delicious poison o3o...','Resistance is commendable, but futile')
(A/N: I am going to be taking my weekly break today instead of tomorrow. Happy Valentines Day everyone~!)
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