Haimo picked up the parchment he had prepared and deftly laid it over Kohina Hiruko's scrawny back.
Then he took a small jar of special Imprinting Ink and gently passed a roller over the back of the parchment.
The ink seeped through, imprinting every last character of the Holy Script onto the paper.
"All done."
Haimo peeled off the parchment and gave it a casual glance. It was already densely covered in writing.
"Kohina, you can get up now."
Hearing that, Kohina Hiruko slowly lifted her head from the pillow.
Her already large eyes shone with startling brightness.
Although she still did not quite understand what this meant, she could feel that something inside her body seemed different.
The burning agitation that had constantly weighed on her nerves in her original world, making her want to go berserk and destroy things at any moment, had vanished.
In its place was an extremely steady sense of power, yet one more surging than anything she had ever felt before.
Kohina Hiruko flipped over and sat up, completely forgetting that her upper body was still bare.
Ladylike manners be damned. She reached out with both little hands, trying to grab the parchment straight from Haimo's hand.
"Lord God!"
"Did Kohina get stronger?"
Kohina Hiruko looked up, so excited that the corners of her mouth nearly stretched to her ears.
Haimo sighed.
Having grown up in that world of slaughter, this girl's thirst for power was practically an instinct etched into her bones.
He raised his free hand and pressed it onto Kohina Hiruko's little head, pushing her restless body back down and pressing her outstretched hands down along with it.
Then Haimo turned and handed the imprinted parchment to Onigawara Rin, who had long been waiting beside him.
"Put your clothes on first.