Journey to Godhood Begins in Frieren

Early in the morning, when Shichen's consciousness had just begun to return, he had the vague feeling that he was kneading dough.

After all, he loved the egg crêpes she made, and every morning—whether the moment he woke up or down in the kitchen—he had to knead dough.

So he didn't think much of it and let the five fingers of his right hand move about freely, enjoying the dough's soft resilience.

Except… this dough seemed a bit small.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, a faint, mortified voice reached his ear.

"P‑Please… let me go…"

Shichen slowly opened his eyes and saw Yami's delicate face flushed crimson with shame and anger.

She was actually lying on his chest—right on top of his hand.

"Why are you…?"

Unable to help himself, Shichen's fingers kept moving.

"Nn~"

Yami let out a soft moan, her eyes misty. Powerlessly she whispered, "H‑Hurry… let me go…"

"Oh."

Only after feeling the lovely curves in his palm did Shichen withdraw his hand, resting it instead on her lower back.

Yami was extremely petite—almost the spitting image of Yoshino—and even when sprawled on him she felt weightless.

His chest, however, could clearly feel two small, soft mounds.

Suppressing the pounding in her heart and the strangeness she felt, Yami tried to roll off him—only to find she couldn't move.

The arm around her waist was holding a little too tightly.

"Can you please let me go?"

Yami stole a glance at the still‑sleepy Shichen and asked in a low voice.

"No rush. First—why are you on top of me?"

His fingers could feel the contour of her far‑side waist; she was unbelievably slim.

"I… I don't know…"

She really didn't. It was the first time she had slept so soundly, yet she'd been kneaded awake.

She'd known something would happen if they slept in the same bed.

"You don't know?"

Shichen turned his head. The entire right side of the bed—where Yami had lain last night—was empty, and his own position hadn't moved at all.

"Really?" He chuckled.

"I really don't! You must have pulled me over!" Yami protested.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure. There's no way I'd climb on top of you—you must have dragged me up here. I‑I just woke up!

And then y‑you even kneaded… me awake…"

"Did I? Well, it did feel pretty nice," Shichen answered in all seriousness.

Yami's face, which had finally regained a little color, instantly went scarlet again. She glared at him in humiliation.

"I hate pervy stuff!"

"But weren't you the one who crawled onto me?"

"Absolutely not—you did!"

"I never moved."

"You're so strong—pulling me into your arms is nothing for you!"

"True enough."

"So can you let me go now?"

"Since you asked, I'd better hug you a bit longer." Shichen smiled.

"I hate pervy stuff!"

"This isn't pervy—it's just how family members interact."

Only after more than ten minutes of cuddling did Shichen finally release her and start to get up.

"Mmm… Shichen? Getting up already?" Lala woke as well.

"Mm‑hmm. You can sleep a bit longer." He patted her head dotingly.

"No… I'll get up too." Rubbing her eyes, Lala slowly sat up.

"Lala! You…" Yami looked away, embarrassed.

"Eh? Yami? You're here too… ah, that's right," Lala clapped her hands, suddenly clearer.

"Never mind that—hurry and put some clothes on!"

Bathed in sunlight, Lala's fair‑yet‑rosy skin practically glowed, as though lit by a holy light.

"Ehh, what's the problem~?"

"Princess, you're far too casual…" Yami sighed.

"I'm not casual—I only do this at home, and only in front of Shichen!" Lala retorted.

"So Shichen makes you like this?"

"Don't twist her words." Shichen flicked Yami's forehead.

"Ow… what do you mean?" She covered the sore spot.

"Lala just prefers wearing nothing, that's all."

"Eh? Really?" Yami stared at Lala in shock.

"Hehe~ Clothes are such a hassle," Lala said playfully.

"All right, you two can stay in bed a bit more; I'll go make breakfast."

Patting Yami's head one more time, Shichen left the room.

Yami held her forehead, staring blankly at the door.

"Don't mind it, Yami—Shichen just loves patting heads."

"I don't actually mind that…" she murmured.

"That's good. But why are you wearing Shichen's clothes?"

"Ah, that…"

…

At breakfast Yami ate a little more naturally—less stiff than the night before.

It was Monday. Lala had school, and of course Shichen would go with her—checking on things around campus—so he brought Yami along as well.

At the school gates, Yami looked around curiously at the buildings and the arriving students.

"So this is a school on this planet?" she asked.

"Yup—and I'm the principal," Shichen said proudly.

"Hmm…"

Yami didn't care much; she was simply admiring the attractive uniforms.

Early summer meant everyone had switched to summer attire: boys in shirts and trousers, girls in sleeveless vests, plaid skirts, mid‑length socks—showing plenty of fair legs.

Uniformed students were eye‑catching, yet the three of them drew even more attention—especially Yami in her black leather dress, a thigh band circling her leg, the stark contrast accentuating her petite frame.

"Isn't that the principal?"

"He's always lovey‑dovey with Lala… but who's that blonde girl?"

"So cute—like a living doll!"

"What's her relationship with the principal?"

"Don't tell me she's another alien?"

Rumors of Lala's alien identity had spread long ago. Not everyone believed—no one had actually seen an alien—but those who did simply chose to believe; proof wasn't required. People in this world were astonishingly easygoing.

Shichen ignored the chatter and asked, "Yami, interested in going to school?"

"No…" She shook her head.

"Come on, Yami, let's go to school together~ With Shichen as principal, enrolling you is easy!" Lala pleaded.

"So—do you want to?" Shichen looked at her.

"I'd rather not…"

"Why…?"

"Don't rush her, Lala. Once Yami gets to know this planet, she might want to," Shichen said soothingly.

"Right! Then Yami, do your best to learn about this world!"

"Come on, I'll show you inside," Shichen said, leading the way.

Entering the grounds only heightened Yami's curiosity; wonder was plain in her eyes—while students around them also stared, curious about who she was.

At the classroom building Lala waved goodbye. "Shichen, Yami, I'm heading to class!"

"And don't mess around with your inventions," Shichen reminded.

"I know~"

"Inventions?" Yami asked as Lala left.

"Lala's brilliant. She invents all sorts of amazing things."

"Really? I'm not surprised."

"Come on—I'll take you to my office."

"W‑What for?" Yami halted, suddenly wary.

"If I'd wanted to do anything to you, I could've last night—why haul you to school?" Shichen rolled his eyes.

"But you did do something…"

"Enough nonsense—get moving!" he ordered.

"Oh…" She followed obediently.

Along the way students stopped to watch—curious who Yami was and what she was to Shichen. Teenagers cared about little else.

In the office Shichen soon buried himself in paperwork, leaving her alone. After surveying the room a while, Yami finally asked:

"Why bring me here?"

"No special reason—just so you know the place. I'm usually here."

"…So?"

"You can wander around. Learn everything about this planet."

"C‑Can I?" she blinked.

"Why not?" Shichen smiled. "Don't you believe what I said last night?"

"It's not that—"

"Go. See the world; get to know its people."

"Okay, I will."

"Oh—one more thing!"

As Yami reached the door, Shichen called after her.

"What?"

"Remember to wear safety shorts.

I don't want anyone else seeing your white panties."

Face bright red, Yami hurried out.

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