Of course he wasn't there.
He was still in the Honkai world, greedily absorbing Honkai energy and Saintess's blood. How could Fujimaru Ritsuka possibly be in Chaldea?
But sometimes, playing dead wasn't something one could just casually pull off.
After all—
The piggy in his arms clearly wasn't the sort with a bad temper who would give familiar people the cold shoulder.
"There's a guest outside."
She sprang lightly to her feet, reached the door with a short jog, gave the access system permission to open it, then innocently glanced back.
Like some little animal that had accidentally done something bad but didn't think it had done anything wrong at all.
Without a doubt.
Now that the door was open, he obviously couldn't keep playing dead. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only follow her over.
Russell: "..."
He really wanted to give that girl's backside a few hard smacks.
But unfortunately, the guest had already arrived.
A girl with an orange side ponytail stood at the door.
She had orange eyes and wore a simple gray-black pleated skirt, black tights beneath it, and white knee-high boots on her feet.
The visitor's identity was obvious.
It was Gudako.
"Hello."
The girl waved. Her voice was normal, but her movements seemed somewhat stiff.
She looked a little nervous—or rather, so nervous that she seemed almost... flustered?
Miss Gudako was naturally flustered.
—In this era where humanity had been incinerated, her only family member had become a vessel for heroes.
Using a human body to wield the power of Heroic Spirits.
The price was merely that his mind would become some sort of stitched-together thing. From a magus's perspective, that was an incredibly worthwhile trade.
But for an ordinary person, it was no different from watching their blood relative be