Grimoires stood sorted by category in the Great Library, whose Western-style architecture rose to a dome of multicolored stained glass.
Bookshelves climbed to the dome all around them. Short-haired Elaina, bespectacled Elaina, foolish Elaina, chuunibyou Elaina, money-grubbing Elaina, even an emo Elaina—they were all here.
"Faced with such a lovely scene full of beautiful girls, can't you show some reaction?" Kaguya stuck her head out of the block of ice that imprisoned her, baffled. "Usually, you'd go wild with lust, or choose something like a peninsular tin box, wouldn't you?"
Setting aside the option of going wild with lust, what the hell was that other option?
"Holy shit. Cow," Su Lin responded in a textbook monotone.
"Your Elaina handmade croissants." Short-haired Elaina brought over a plate of pastries.
Su Lin watched the Elaina choir perform while short-haired Elaina waited on him. Behind him, the Elainas who had once been gelatinous and zombified massaged his shoulders. And the entire price of this service was just one Forbidden Spell–level grimoire.
Why bother creating Heaven?
Wherever I am is Heaven.
"I'm starting to think this is pretty nice." Su Lin sat back on the sofa with his legs crossed, lifted his coffee with an elegant flourish, and teased, "Neither of us needs to hang ourselves from a single tree. There's a whole forest out there."
"So you've become obsessed with Elainas?" Elaina kept smiling and tossed her hair with confidence. "Hmph. That just proves how charming I am, in a roundabout way."
Su Lin turned to short-haired Elaina. "Miss Elaina, would you like to visit All-Heavens City with me sometime?"
"I wouldn't mind." Short-haired Elaina glanced at "Demon King Elaina" and gave her a teasing smile.
"I wouldn't mind either. She can attend to you in bed tonight, if you like," Elaina replied