Typhon stared at him for a long time, then suddenly laughed.
"Haha, I suddenly think you might be even more suited to be the Arrogant Witch than I am—no, the Arrogant Demon!"
"Thank you for your kind words. I'll go try out the arrogant Witch Factor."
"Uh-huh..."
Then, she reached out and took his hand.
"Then teach me what true sin is, and teach me how to Judgment on behalf of the world."
Higashino Makoto looked down at the small, dark brown hand.
"Good."
To be honest, he didn't really believe Typhon would change.
It's just giving her something to do.
Once I've analyzed the specific details of the Authority granted by the Witch Factor, I should be able to leverage some of the authority of the "One God" ahead of time.
Higashino Makoto plans to first materialize Heaven and Hell.
At worst, we can just throw Typhon into the deepest level of hell, and let her play with all the trash there.
He stood up.
"But not now."
When was that?
"After you learn to control your own Authority."
He turned around and walked towards the door.
"Oh, right."
He stopped.
"Have you thought it through regarding racial conversion?"
Typhon thought for a moment.
"... not yet."
"No rush."
He stepped out of the room.
The door closed behind him.
The third door: sloth.
When Higashino Makoto opened the door, Sekhmet was sprawled on the bed.
Her long, reddish-purple hair was scattered on the pillow, almost covering the entire bed.
Her body was nestled in the soft down comforter, with only her sickly pale face and half-open eyes visible.
The vampire transformation granted her a new body.
Her skin became fair and delicate, and her lips regained a faint rosy hue.
But her posture remained unchanged; she was still languid, still tired, still like a crumpled piece of silk.
"Sekhmet."
"Um..."
How are you feeling?
"No need to breathe... no need to eat... no need to sleep... but..."
"But what?"
But... I'm still so tired...
Higashino Makoto walked to the bedside, looked down at her, and his lips twitched slightly.
"You are now an immortal; the immortal do not tire."
"Then... why... do I still feel tired?"
"Is it because you're used to it?"
Sekhmet remained silent for a moment.
"Then... what should we do?"
"Get moving."
"Don't want..."
Higashino Makoto sighed and sat down beside her bed.
"Are you planning to stay in bed forever?"
"Um..."
"Aren't you going out for a walk?"
"Don't want..."
"Aren't you going to see the world?"
"Don't want..."
Higashino Makoto looked at her, a hint of helplessness flashing in his golden eyes.
"How about we go get something to eat?"
"No need to eat... I'm not hungry anymore..."
"But the food was delicious."
Sekhmet opened his eyes slightly.
"What... food?"
"There are many kinds: Chinese food, Western food, Japanese food, French cuisine, Turkish kebabs, creative dishes... I have everything here."
Sekhmet looked at him, a complex light flickering in his eyes.
"Are you... seducing me?"
"Right."
Sekhmet remained silent for a long time.
Then, she reached out her hand.
"Help me up... let's try."
Higashino Makoto took her hand and pulled her up from the bed.
She was tall, but her body was very light, as light as a feather.
Her vampire constitution caused her to lose a significant amount of weight.
She leaned against the headboard, her long, reddish-purple hair cascading over her shoulders, her reddish-purple eyes gazing at the artificial sky outside the window.
"This world... is so bright."
"Um."
"But... it's not glaring."
"Because the light here was created by magic."
Sekhmet remained silent for a moment.
Higashino Makoto.
"Um."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Higashino Makoto stood up and walked towards the door.
"Let's go, I'll take you to get something."
Sekhmet watched his retreating figure, a soft light flashing in his crimson-purple eyes.
Then, she threw back the covers, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and followed him.
Her steps were slow and light, as if she were floating.
The fourth door: Gluttony.
Daphne wasn't in the room, and then he heard noises coming from the kitchen.
He pushed open the door.
Daphne stood in the center of the kitchen.
Her body was free.
No longer bound by straitjackets, no longer imprisoned in Centipede Coffin.
She wore a simple gray dress, her gray twin ponytails swaying gently behind her, and the black eye mask had been removed, revealing a pair of dark gray, unfocused eyes.
With a piece of roasted meat stuffed in his mouth, he chewed it incessantly, his mouth practically watering.
She held a kitchen knife in her hand, and a piece of pork was placed in front of her.
She is cutting meat.
The movements were slow and clumsy, but the person was very focused.
Daphne.
"Um."
She didn't turn around and swallowed the food in her mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"Cook."
Can you do it?
"I don't know how... but... I'd like to try."
Higashino Makoto walked to her side and looked down at the piece of pork that had been cut into a horribly mangled state.
Are you hungry?
I'm not hungry, but I want to eat.
Higashino Makoto remained silent for a moment.
"Wanting to eat doesn't mean you know how to cook."
"I know, that's why I'm learning."
Daphne put down the kitchen knife and turned to look at Higashino Makoto.
Higashino Makoto.
"Um."
"Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?"
Thank you for making me stop being hungry, thank you for giving me freedom, thank you for letting me try cooking.
Higashino Makoto looked at her, a gentle light flashing in his eyes.
"You're welcome."
He reached out and took the kitchen knife from her hand.
"Come, I'll teach you."
Daphne paused for a moment.
You can cook?
"Not much, but I do know a little."
Higashino Makoto picked up the pork and placed it on the cutting board.
"First, cut the meat along the grain; don't chop it randomly."
His hand moved swiftly and decisively, wielding the knife with practiced ease.
A few seconds later, the pork was cut into neat, uniform pieces with smooth edges.
Daphne stared at the chunks of meat, a complex light flickering in her eyes.
"That's amazing..."
"It's nothing, just practice more."
Higashino Makoto handed the kitchen knife back to her.
"You give it a try, I'll watch from the side."
Daphne took the cleaver and started cooking in a very professional manner.
"Um."
She continued cutting the meat.
The movements are still slow and the skills are still lacking, but there has been some improvement compared to before.
Higashino Makoto leaned against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed, his golden eyes fixed on the gray-haired girl.
Her body was free, the endless hunger had vanished, and she could do whatever she wanted.
Even if it's just cutting meat.
The fifth door: lust.
Higashino Makoto knocked on the door three times, but no one answered.
He waited a while, then knocked three more times.
Still no response.
He pushed open the door.
The room was dark. The curtains were drawn tightly, the magic lamp was off, and only a faint light shone through the crack in the door.
Carmilla curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees, her long, light red hair falling down and obscuring her face.
"Carmilla."
Her body trembled slightly.
"Mr. Higashino..."
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing..."
Higashino Makoto entered the room and sat down beside her bed.
"You cried?"
No... no...
She lowered her head, her long, light pink hair falling down and obscuring her face.
But Higashino Makoto could see that her shoulders were trembling slightly.
"Carmilla."
"Exist..."
Tell me, what happened?
Carmilla remained silent for a long time.
Then, her voice came through the gaps in her hair, ticklish.
"They... those people... mercenaries... maids... when they passed by me... they... didn't react..."
So... I'm very happy...