"Death is nothing more than moving somewhere else."
"Though it would be a bit of a hassle, and I'd have to exploit a few loopholes and fight a few old fellows along the way..."
Haimo rubbed his chin.
"It's not impossible."
"After all, I am a god."
A god.
Those two words.
At that moment, they weighed like a mountain in Kisara Tendo's heart.
If revenge had been her reason before.
Then now.
There was another reason she could not refuse, one she would seize even if it meant going to hell.
Her parents...
Her mother, who had always smiled so gently.
Her father, who had been stern but upright.
As long as she could see them again.
Even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance.
Even if this was a devil's lie.
She was willing to stake everything!
"I'm willing!"
And so.
Before Haimo could even state his conditions.
Kisara Tendo had already planted both hands on the ground and lowered her head, her black hair falling loose to hide most of her face.
Interesting.
"Raise your head."
Haimo's voice was quiet.
Kisara Tendo slowly raised her head.
On her face, still wet with tears, her eyes held an almost crazed obsession.
"You don't need to kneel."
Haimo reached out, took Kisara Tendo by the shoulders, and gently pulled her up.
"Since you've decided to become part of my familia, there's no need for this posture."
Kisara Tendo stumbled to her feet, still gripping the Demon Sword Snow Shadow tightly.
A familia?
"What is a familia?"
Kisara Tendo did not understand the term.
But.
Since this god had said it, it was probably some sort of contractual relationship.
"Simply put, you accept my Falna and become my child."
Haimo's answer was quite casual.
"I'll give you power. In exchange,