I, Matou Sakura, Third of the Flame-Chasers! Chapter 41

Once she completed this ascension, Sakura would be able to rise from Sub-Celestial to a true Celestial Level.

Not greater in quantity, but divine power stronger in essence!

And the strange power within Sakura was truly interesting.

She could tell that Sakura was able to unleash power far surpassing that of an ordinary Celestial Level because of the special power enhancement within her body.

Though, could it be called an item?

The existence of that badge was truly strange.

Was it a new power granted to her by the being behind Sakura?

How fascinating.

Nyarlathotep raised her hand, and gray divine power flickered briefly in her palm.

In that single instant, the entire Cave Heaven shattered, only to restore itself to its original state in the next moment.

If Nyarlathotep wished it, she would not even need to do anything. Simply releasing a trace of her aura would be enough to utterly destroy the entire Cave Heaven and everyone within it, Sakura included!

But she would not do that. She loved Sakura, with a passion just as fierce as Sakura's current desire to kill her!

Seraph's Chain, Wrath of the Celestial!

Sakura hurled out two forbidden spells at once. She knew she could not inflict any harm upon Nyarlathotep, but all she wanted was to vent her frustration! Still, she really wanted to punch this bastard as hard as she could!

This one! Heracles' Fury!

Fifty-eight, shall we make a deal?

Crimson chains, Ocean's Roar.

The two powerful forbidden spells came effortlessly from Sakura's hands.

Yet Nyarlathotep merely smiled and used her hand to annihilate the spells continuously flying toward her.

Still, she was rather surprised.

Though she knew magic was not a problem for Sakura, it was truly impressive that she had improved magic to such a degree at the Sub-Celestial level.

But had Sakura not studied the knowledge I gave her?

The book she had asked The Ancient One to give Sakura contained every powerful spell and secret art that mystic arts practitioners could wield.

Most secret arts were far more powerful than the magic of this world.

Was it because of her that Sakura did not want to use them?

Nyarlathotep suddenly felt a little pleased.

Meanwhile, inside the villa, Longo-Minyad ate the delicious food Belfast had prepared while watching the utterly exaggerated battle in the distance. Her expression had shifted from initial shock to calm indifference.

She had learned from Belfast about the relationship between Sakura and the girl who was almost identical to Sakura.

Still, she had never expected that the master she served would be connected to such an existence.

The Nasuverse had the Cthulhu Mythos, and some Heroic Spirits were connected to beings from the Cthulhu Pantheons. Longo-Minyad had never encountered such beings, but she knew of them.

Merlin might have been useless, but he undeniably knew a great deal.

"Could I have another serving?"

Longo-Minyad gently asked the Maid before her, whose cooking was incredibly delicious.

Good cooking! Therefore, a good person! Someone who could be a friend!

That was Longo-Minyad's definition of Belfast!

A friend who cooked well!

"Of course."

Belfast smiled faintly. Though this was already the fifth plate, she was truly happy that Longo-Minyad enjoyed her food so much. "You really can eat."

Pernor, seated across from Longo-Minyad, looked somewhat enviously at the woman before her, whose figure was so exceptionally voluptuous it was almost frightening.

If only I had a figure like that. It doesn't have to be that exaggerated—Belfast's figure would be enough!

Then My dear Sister would definitely like me even more!

She had never thought this way before, but My dear Sister had changed. She was a little worried that My dear Sister would no longer like her as much as she used to.

Recently, My dear Sister had hardly come to see her at all. At night, she always went to Belfast's room instead.

Was having a big figure really that good?

Pernor puffed out her cheeks slightly, and even the delicious pudding before her seemed somewhat bland.

On the other side, Sakura no longer intended to keep playing.

She could not hit her, and this bastard just kept smiling. It was infuriating.

Purple light flickered around her, and magnificent purple battle armor covered her body.

This was another form born from absorbing Kama's power—the gift Gaia and Alaya had given her before she entered the Root in the Nasuverse!

The Bow of Flowers appeared in her hand, and the enhancement effect of Knights Do Not Die by Hand instantly vanished.

Sakura paid no attention. The Arrow of Love rested on the bowstring as a green magic circle appeared behind her, then shrank and merged into the arrowhead.

Magic: Sorrowless Love!

The arrow left the string, transforming into an aurora capable of piercing heaven and earth.

This time, Nyarlathotep did not move. She even lowered her hands, allowing the aurora formed by the arrow to pierce through her chest.

Blood dripped down, staining the exposed Vibranium beneath their feet red.

The silvery surface of the Vibranium instantly turned a deep gray.

As an Outer God, everything about Nyarlathotep possessed immense contaminating power.

And this contamination carried a special power. Simply put, it made things bizarre and powerful!

Sakura's expression changed, and she instantly appeared before Nyarlathotep. Looking at her, her expression was no longer as icy as before, but filled with eager enthusiasm.

"Nyarko!"

"Ha!"

Nyarlathotep suddenly had a bad feeling. This girl wasn't planning to bleed her dry to strengthen the metal beneath their feet, was she?!

And couldn't you just call me Nyarlathotep?!

I already gave you that right!

"Give me some of your blood!"

Sakura looked eagerly at Nyarlathotep. One hand had already produced a tube and inserted it into the bleeding flesh of Nyarlathotep's wound, while the other end connected to a spatial rift. That was her second-generation Imaginary Pocket.

She had used the Space Stone to turn the first generation into her current Cave Heaven, so naturally this was the second generation!

Nyarlathotep's mouth twitched. Damn it, I'm already like this, and all you can think of is taking my blood?!

There's no love left!

Let's break up!

She directly pulled the tube from her chest. Her damaged body instantly healed.

Her cheeks puffed up, and her face—almost identical to Sakura's—seemed filled with rage.

"I'm angry!"

She glared indignantly at the disappointed Sakura before her, like a child longing for an adult's comfort.

"Tch."

That was Sakura's response. She then closed the opened Imaginary Pocket and stomped on the exposed Vibranium in the ground.

The shattered grassland instantly recovered, and the Vibranium, now transformed into black metal, was buried beneath the soil once more.

"Are you really not going to consider it?"

Sakura tossed aside the tube, wrapped an arm around Nyarlathotep's neck, and pulled her directly into her embrace.

"As long as you give me some blood, you can play with me however you like~"

"What!?"

Nyarlathotep's eyes flew wide open.

Was she serious?

As if seeing through Nyarlathotep's thoughts, Sakura laughed softly beside her ear, her warm breath gently brushing against that soft earlobe.

"Anything is fine~"

"Whether it's X-intercourse or X-intercourse, even tentacles are acceptable. Nyarko, you can play however you want. S, M, anything is fine with me. If you want to be on top, I'll be underneath; if you want to be underneath, I'll be on top. I'll listen to everything you say!" "Really!"

Nyarlathotep's eyes had already lit up. All her previous little grievances vanished completely; she no longer cared about them at all.

Right now, she only wanted to know whether Sakura meant it.

"Of course."

Sakura smiled at her, then took one of her hands and pressed it against her own full breast.

"Listen to my heartbeat. I'm not lying to you."

"Is that really so...?"

Nyarlathotep swallowed. The hand Sakura had placed against her chest could not help squeezing that soft, snowy mound.

The feel was unbelievably good!

Sakura's expression did not change, though a faint blush appeared on her lovely face.

"Well?"

"Will you make this deal with me?"

A deal...

Nyarlathotep looked at Sakura before her and felt her boobs ache.

Sakura had really gone down the wrong path!

But should she agree?

If she agreed, she would be helping Sakura in her way of thinking, but if she refused, it would be such a waste.

Who knew whether Sakura would still treat her like this in the future?

What was she supposed to choose?!

At that moment, the great Nyarlathotep, one of the Three Great Gods and bearer of a thousand faces, was conflicted.

Plans Could Never Keep Up with Changes

A spotless white bed.

Nyarlathotep stared at the ceiling above her, feeling as though everything was unreal.

She had actually done it with Sakura...

How should she put it? She had never expected Sakura to be serious.

The damp bedsheets beneath her were the best proof of that transaction.

Sakura had already completely fallen into so-called desire.

No! It would be more accurate to say this had been her own choice—she had chosen to step into that desire herself.

She enjoyed the pleasure brought by desire, yet she was not controlled by it.

Sakura truly was special.