Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines

Plaides's hand shot out before Azel could even react.

He grabbed the front of Azel's shirt and shook him with surprising force for someone in such a small body.

"What did you do to her?!" Plaides roared, his purple eyes burning.

His voice was sharp enough to rattle Azel's skull, and the grip on his shirt nearly lifted him off the ground.

Azel froze, caught completely off guard.

He couldn't even tell if Plaides was being serious or just messing with him.

Wasn't this the same god who had explained earlier that no one could use magic to force a familiar into a contract?

If even Plaides had set that rule, then what sense did it make for him to accuse Azel of breaking it?

And even if he had tried — what spell did Plaides think Azel was capable of using that could even scratch someone like Ahrya, much less bend her will?

That was laughable.

"I didn't do anything!" Azel said quickly as the god shook him again. His back hit the ground a second later when Plaides suddenly released him.

Plaides crossed his arms, frowning down at him.

"While I don't sense any magic from you, Ahrya is not the type of person who would ever want to submit herself. Not to anyone."

His eyes turned away from Azel and narrowed on the woman in question.

Ahrya wasn't paying any attention to Plaides's suspicion.

Instead, she was practically bouncing with excitement, her fox tails swaying behind her as if they couldn't contain her joy.

Plaides's tone softened slightly. "If it is Lesser Goddess Kyone you want, then I can help call her over—"

"No!"

The word burst out of Ahrya before Plaides could finish. Her voice was loud. She shook her head and jabbed her finger at Azel, not hesitating in the slightest.

"I want to form a contract with him. And only him."

The air went still again.

Plaides's mouth opened slightly, as if he hadn't expected such a blunt rejection.

He let out a long sigh and turned toward Erblim, the bird, clearly hoping for some kind of explanation.

But the little creature only gave a proud "hmph!" before fluttering down.

Its feathers shimmered, glowing with a soft light, and the small bird's body began to unravel.

Feathers peeled away like strands of smoke, curling back until a completely different form was standing on the ground.

In the bird's place stood a boy. He looked no older than thirteen. His hair was messy black, dust still clinging to the strands, and his sharp gray eyes glimmered with a mischievous spark.

He rubbed his head and stretched, brushing off the last bits of ash from his clothes.

"Ah," the boy said casually. "If that's what she wants, then who am I to stop her?"

Plaides stiffened.

The boy's smirk grew. "Besides, I already promised him. I said if he helped me save Ahrya, then I'd offer myself as a contract too. So I'll be keeping that promise."

Plaides blinked slowly, struggling to hide the shock in his expression.

Two of the most elusive beings in this domain… Ahrya, the proud Nine-Tailed Fox, and Erblim, the trickster bird who had been here for quite a while were suddenly declaring loyalty to an outsider?

Both of them had lived here for centuries without forming a single contract.

Not once.

And now they wanted to leave with this boy?

The god's lips pressed into a thin line.

Was something superior at play here?

He cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice calm. "Very well. But know this, it will only be valid if Azel accepts."

Azel, who had been listening with wide eyes, almost laughed. "Of course I accept! Am I stupid? Who wouldn't?"

Two strong and versatile familiars had just chosen him without him lifting a finger.

Plaides sighed again, raising his hand. "Then, if you wish to begin the contract process…"

The god closed his eyes.

Energy pulsed outward from his small form, surrounding all of them. The clearing shimmered, and suddenly they stood inside a translucent bubble of divine light.

Azel's skin prickled as the energy brushed against him.

"Listen carefully," Plaides said. "Divine contracts are far different from the familiar bonds you know of on the world below."

His eyes opened, glowing faintly as his words echoed inside the bubble. "The moment you sign this, the two of you—" he glanced at Ahrya and Erblim "will no longer live free in this world. Instead, you will reside inside your master's soul."

Azel blinked, his stomach tightening.

'Inside my soul?'

Plaides continued without pause. "I have checked already. His soul has space wide enough for you both to remain there comfortably. But understand this clearly: once forged, the contract cannot be broken. It is eternal, lasting until either Azel or one of you passes away. That is the only way the bond will end, in the situation where one of you passes away, the other will still be bound to Azel."

The words pressed into the air like iron.

Then, with a wave of Plaides's hand, four glowing sheets of paper appeared in midair.

Two floated gently toward Ahrya and Erblim, while the other two hovered in front of Azel.

Each page was written in glowing runes made of divine power.

"Do you accept these terms?" Plaides asked.

His tone carried no emotion this time.

Ahrya and Erblim didn't hesitate. "Yes."

Their voices overlapped.

The papers shot forward instantly, slamming into their chests with a burst of light. The bubble shuddered as divine energy surged, the runes igniting into a bright blue glow that wrapped around all of them.

The light burned upward, piercing the sky above like a beacon.

The bond was sealed.

…

Kyone looked up at the flash of light.

"It seems Esteemed Husband has gained a familiar," Kyone said softly.

She leaned back against her newest companion — a massive wolf, its fur thick and battle-scarred, three scars running down its face.

It looked just like the beast she had once ridden into war in her mortal days. Her hand rubbed gently along its head, her expression proud but thoughtful.

She wondered what kind of familiar her husband had gotten.

"Oh yes~ Who's a good boy?"

Nyala's cheerful voice broke through her thoughts.

The other goddess was sprawled on the ground, happily petting a tiny puppy. The little thing wagged its tail wildly, rolling onto its back for belly rubs.

It gave off no mana at all, just the innocent energy of a normal dog.

Nyala giggled.

"Plaides!" she called out like a child, her hands still smothering the puppy with affection.

In a flash of purple light, Plaides appeared in front of them. He let out a long, weary sigh as he rubbed the back of his head, long strands of hair falling into his eyes.

"If you killed another one—" he started, his tone dry.

But then his eyes landed on Nyala, who was still busy cooing at the ordinary puppy rolling around in her lap.

His face froze.

"…What?!"