Then!
Fight the Sirens to the death.
Until some unknown point in the distant future...
Finally!
Bring it all to an end.
How boring! You could see the ending at a glance.
So, for worlds like these, whose main plot clearly wasn't very well defined,
Little Griseo would find their works if she could. If she couldn't, she could only create original ones.
Using everyday life as a model...
Some cuddling, or something else?
In short, they were just there for a bit of fun.
It wasn't anything serious, either.
And thanks to Goddess Griseo's works, which she had released in her capacity as a goddess,
even the fan creations and other such things within Ark were relatively restrained.
Besides, many of the girls involved were real people—and characters Little Griseo valued immensely.
Naturally, no one dared to ruffle their whiskers.
After all, they simply liked to relax, and they created things in order to share them better.
They weren't fools.
Doing something that would obviously lead to a lawsuit... and might even offend a whole lot of girls. Or worse, offend our Goddess...
Who the hell would want that?!
Fuck!
See?
Isn't this much better?
They'd all already been trained into such good behavior.
Goddess could save herself the trouble, and they could have fun too.
When Goddess was happy, the benefits would be even better.
Wasn't this a virtuous cycle?!
"Little Griseo."
"Mm-hm?"
"..."
"Are you planning to draw lots first and announce the theme for the upcoming competition, or do you want everyone to sign up first and finish the preliminary selection?" Miss Ark saw Little Griseo return after finishing her work. After silently sensing the changes within Ark, she gently asked her.
Little Griseo's restructuring of the worlds was naturally not as simple as merely