This Is Your Stain, Kintoki!
Becoming a Primordial Rank was impossible... Oh, it was possible, just no one knew how long it would take.
In theory, any Black Soul that had not originally been created as cannon fodder should possess the potential to become Primordial Rank.
It was like raising a Pokémon. As long as you found its proper evolutionary route... even the original Pikachu had merely been one among countless Pikachus.
After learning that Eleanor had set a threshold for the answer, Kintoki stopped pressing her for details.
In the shop, the one who gave him the strongest sense of being ruled by fear was actually this former head maid, the Black Soul steward... To Kintoki, even Maid Miss, who was as powerful as the Dragon Witch, was merely a newcomer.
There was no helping it. Men were just that pathetic, and all fell for the moonlight... Though to Kintoki, Eleanor was actually black moonlight.
"...John should be awake by now, right?" Lancelot suddenly asked.
"Just recently." Kintoki stared blankly ahead. "He said he'd already met the new boss and is currently carrying out the boss's mission. I got dragged into it too... Oh, right, John mentioned Hannibal to me last time. Which world is that guy vacationing in?"
"I'll let my own case slide." Lancelot said indifferently, "but did you forget that you're not allowed to casually ask where another Black Soul is vacationing?"
Kintoki gave an awkward laugh. "...Speaking of which, Big Sister, how much longer is your vacation this time?"
He mainly felt that Eleanor's vacation had lasted far too long... It had lasted long enough for the shop to change completely, yet she still showed no reaction. Could she really be planning to stay on vacation forever?
"It will end when it is time for