"I just stretched my muscles a little."
"Those Minotaurs..."
"Their hides were thick, and their flesh was tough."
"They felt quite nice to tear open."
"Especially the warmth when I plunged my hand into their chests and gripped their hearts... that scorching, living sensation truly fascinated me."
Sasamori Aya narrowed her long, slender eyes slightly. Traces of lingering excitement remained in her pitch-black pupils, and her voice sounded a little airy, carrying a sickly pleasure.
"..."
Onigawara Rin opened her mouth, but ultimately chose to close it, utterly speechless.
Looking at this woman immersed in the lingering afterglow of bloodshed, she felt a chill run down her back.
She truly deserved her place as the biggest problem child among them.
An extremely dangerous lunatic who might lose control at any moment in pursuit of the thrill of slaughter.
Then.
Tsukuyo Inaba, who had been sitting quietly on the bench with her eyes closed.
Her ears, hidden beneath silver hair, twitched slightly, breaking the silence on their side.
Then.
Tsukuyo Inaba slowly opened her unfocused yet clear red eyes and turned toward the crowd at the plaza entrance.
"Lord God is here."
At almost the same time.
The women who had been gathered together chatting or resting-Kikakujō Mary, Nemumeno Satori, Hanabishi Warabi, and even Sasamori Aya, who had just been acting insane-all paused for an instant.
Then.
They turned their heads in unison toward the entrance to the Tower of Babel plaza.
Sure enough.
Amid the noisy, packed crowd.
That familiar figure was making his way through the people.
Black hair, black eyes, and an unhurried stride.
It was their patron god-Haimo.
Beside him was still Hestia, that Blue Ribbon goddess who only knew how to wheedle and act cute, without any divine airs.
However.
The next second.
Everyone's gaze