Mostima accepted the two staffs handed over by the shrine maiden. After letting the unconscious Exusiai use her lap as a pillow for half an hour, she finally stood and bid Hoshino farewell.
"This journey has been truly fascinating. I'll write it into my travel guide," Mostima said.
"Of course, I'll appropriately leave out certain things. The things that would embarrass me."
"I understand."
Hoshino nodded. "But don't think it's over. For long-lived beings like us, things never truly end. They are either happening or on their way to happening. You need to understand that."
"I know."
Mostima understood those words quite well by now. She had traveled across Terra and encountered countless Catastrophes, but there were even more man-made disasters. She ran into some almost everywhere she went.
"Get going. Once Exusiai wakes up, she'll pester you with all sorts of questions. Aren't you afraid she'll ask whether being tied up felt good?"
"Uh..."
Mostima hurried away as though she had swallowed a fly.
Hoshino tucked pillows beneath the women of Penguin Logistics. When she looked up, Mostima had already left as silently as she had arrived. Hoshino lowered her head in disappointment, though not a trace of disappointment showed on her face.
She had disappeared, but that was all right.
The fallen angel who toyed with time—her aura had already been locked onto by the demon god of time, and her name had been revealed by Nihilism.
Everything had happened without anyone noticing.
Hoshino lowered her head. The people from Penguin Logistics were still sleeping peacefully. She thought they would surely be hungry when they woke up. After such a long sleep, they could not eat solid food immediately, so she needed to prepare something liquid.
She was quite skilled at taking care of people.
Of course, she