Journey to Godhood Begins in Frieren

At night, with Lala and Yami already asleep on either side of him, Shichen was still wide‑awake.

He raised his right hand in front of his eyes and stared at the back of it—the mark there was perfectly clear.

During the day there had been two bouts of bleeding. The first occurred when his Healing Fang pierced her fair, rosy neck.

The blood he drank not only awakened that ruler of the earth; it also triggered a reaction in the mark on his hand.

First a "Q" symbol—the sign of termination—suddenly appeared on the back of his hand. Almost at once, the original mark seemed annoyed at being crowded out and forcefully suppressed it.

The "Q" vanished in a flash, offering no resistance, leaving only the original mark glowing brightly.

Shichen noticed that the mark kept shining afterward and was completely drawn to it.

Back then he could hardly pay attention—he wasn't a eunuch, after all.

But now he could study it at leisure.

The mark represented a contract—a pact with the Demon Slayer. Yet the Demon Slayer was more than a sword; its true form was a spirit, a genuine creature of fantasy, not merely a race like Frieren's.

She had never shown herself, so Shichen thought he had only obtained the sword. The daytime reaction proved it possessed consciousness.

Which meant she was here too.

"How long are you going to stay hidden?" Shichen asked softly.

As if in reply, the mark flashed once more—and disappeared, glow and all, from his hand.

At that same instant he felt a slight weight settle on his body—light, but undeniable.

Lowering his gaze to his abdomen, his vision was suddenly filled with snowy white—holy and hazy.

Something incredible had happened: a petite figure was lying on him—

—a beautiful silver‑haired girl!

And she wore absolutely nothing; her naked skin was smooth and lustrous like milk.

Well, not absolutely nothing: her slender legs were clad in black over‑knee socks.

In short, a silver‑haired girl wearing only thigh‑highs had appeared on him out of nowhere.

Shichen stared, slightly dazed. He recognized her immediately but hadn't expected her to appear like this.

The silver‑haired girl sat duck‑style on his lower abdomen, tilting her head cutely at him, unconcerned that he could see everything.

Shichen's eyes swept quickly over her milky‑white skin, the faint swell of her twin buds, and the two blush‑pink tips before he finally asked, "Who are you?"

"Est," the girl replied flatly. Her voice was childlike yet a little cold—utterly lifeless.

"Est? That's your name?"

"Yes, Onii-chan. Human vocal organs can't pronounce my true name correctly, so just call me Est." She nodded lightly.

"What did you just call me?" Shichen frowned.

"Onii-chan—Shichen-nii." She calmly spoke his name.

"You know my name?"

"Yes." Est's clear, deep‑violet eyes blinked; light seemed to ripple inside them. She looked delighted.

Shichen examined Est in silence—not to take advantage, but to compare her with the image in his memory.

She looked extremely young—elementary‑school age, about the size of Kanna. Exactly the same as the girl in his memory. But how did she know him?

Since she had emerged from his divine fragment, however, it was only natural she knew him.

"You… how do you know me?"

"Because you are my Onii-chan." Est seemed to smile.

"Why am I your Onii-chan?" he pursued.

"A Onii-chan is a Onii-chan—why so many questions?"

"Won't you tell me?"

"Onee-chan told me I mustn't… mmph!" Est hurriedly clamped a hand over her mouth, her tiny body fully exposed.

But Shichen focused on her words. "Onee-chan?"

"I don't know anything," Est mumbled behind her hand, shaking her head. Her silvery hair swayed dreamily in the night.

"…You won't even tell your own Onii-chan?"

Est kept shaking her head.

"Fine. Even if you won't say, I already know who it is." Apart from her, no one else fit. Since Est wouldn't speak, he would find the answer himself.

"Onii-chan isn't going to ask anymore?" Est blinked, carefully.

"Relax, I won't force you." Shichen reached out and ruffled her hair—so incredibly smooth.

"Great!" Est's eyes curved into crescents; she was plainly overjoyed.

"You call me Onii-chan, so that makes you my little sister," Shichen said fondly.

"Mm‑hmm!"

Est nodded vigorously, eyes closed in contentment as she rubbed her head against his palm. "I belong to Onii-chan forever, and Onii-chan will always be mine."

"Really? Then you intend to stay by my side like this?"

"Yes. I finally reunited with Onii-chan—I never want to part again."

"Reunited, huh… All right. Then stay with me." He stroked her hair.

"Hehe~"

"It's late. Let's sleep first."

"Wait—what about the promise Onii-chan made me? Aren't we doing it now?" Est suddenly asked.

"The promise? What promise?"

"You said… if we met again, you'd let me… help you…" She trailed off and turned red.

"…Help me with what?"

"With… um…" She glanced at his stomach, then turned away bashfully.

Shichen twitched. He had a vague idea. "You sure?"

"You promised!" she pouted.

"…You're not tricking me?"

"Onii-chan! Are you backing out?! Are you saying I have to take these socks off? No way, that's too embarrassing!" she cried out.

Yep, she was definitely the same Est he knew.

"How about another time? It's late, and your Onii-chan is really tired." Shichen fibbed.

Though Est seemed to have known him for ages, he had truly only just met her, and she was so tiny—he couldn't cross that line. He felt guilty.

At the very least they should get a bit more familiar.

Besides, Lala and Yami were sleeping right beside him. He'd already—well—earlier that day. Desire wasn't exactly surging.

"Onii-chan's not lying?" Est leaned down against his chest, staring into his eyes.

To his surprise he could feel a slight swell where her chest pressed him. "I'm not lying."

"All right then." Est wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Onii-chan, let's sleep."

"You mean to sleep just like this?" Shichen felt the smoothness of her cheek against his and asked.

"Mm. I finally found Onii-chan again. I want to sleep in your arms."

"…Fine." His free right hand slid to Est's lower back—silky smooth.

His other hand was still held tight by Lala.

He wasn't worried about Lala or Yami seeing them next morning—they wouldn't mind. At worst Yami would call him a pervert, maybe even add degenerate. Est was simply too small and cute.

But he'd been called that so many times he no longer cared.

"Onii-chan, good night~" Est lay on him, her little face nestled at his neck, eyes closing sweetly.

"Mm, good night."

Breathing in the faint milky scent at the tip of his nose, Shichen shut his eyes too.

From the moment the Demon Slayer appeared he had foreseen something like this. The details differed, but his feelings scarcely stirred.

Before long, he drifted off.

…

The next morning

As Shichen's awareness returned, he felt silky hair against his neck. Remembering last night, he slowly opened his eyes—

—and nearly jumped. Staring back at him were Yami's ruby‑red eyes, not Est's.

"You're awake," Yami said expressionlessly.

"Ah, yeah… you're up too?"

"Mm." She nodded lightly but kept staring.

"What is it?"

"Who is she?" Yami's gaze shifted to Est, still lying on Shichen.

How had a little girl suddenly appeared overnight?

And looking like that!

She felt a bit embarrassed to stare—Est wore only thigh‑high socks.

"Oh, her name's Est. She's my little sister," Shichen answered calmly.

"You have a little sister? And this is how you sleep with your sister?!"

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