[Origin +3]
"The number of Origin Points is decreasing."
Inside the grand palace of the Healing World, Arata Hayashi closed the thick book in his hands and sighed.
This world could still yield endless profit if he wished—but developing new supernatural knowledge always demanded time.
"Don't worry, Master," Esdeath stepped closer, her frost-blue eyes glinting. "Once we've conquered those remote nations, we'll have plenty to gain."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Arata smiled faintly, running his fingers through her hair. "So, what reward do you want?"
Esdeath didn't answer—she merely narrowed her eyes like a satisfied cat.
Seeing that, Arata lifted her chin with one hand.
…
Esdeath was a master of the blade—and any good blade required constant cleaning.
Arata's curiosity about such "maintenance" rivaled his interest in magic itself.
Their discussion that night was perfectly synchronized.
When Najenda heard that Arata had returned, she approached the palace gates—only to retreat almost immediately.
"The sounds are still echoing…"
Leaning against a pillar, Najenda's eyes clouded with mist. Memories of that earlier scene made her face flush as her knees weakened slightly.
Unknowingly—rain began to fall heavily outside.
The next morning
"Boss, you didn't sleep well?"
Akame blinked at the dark circles under Najenda's eyes.
"I told you not to call me that anymore," Najenda murmured, embarrassed. "I'm no longer the leader of Night Raid."
Then she looked at Akame and noticed the girl behind her."Ah, you're here to see the Master?"
"Yes." Akame nodded, gesturing to her sister. "To be precise—she's here to see him."
Ever since the empire's fall, the rift between the sisters had vanished.
"Right, she's your sister," Najenda realized. "Is something wrong with her?"
Though she asked calmly, Najenda's mind sighed.Looks like someone else is about to be devoured by the Master again…
Inside the palace corridor, Kurome followed her sister nervously.
I'm going to meet the Demon himself…
It had been some time since their reunion. Now, Kurome understood who truly ruled the new empire—a being beyond mortals.
A demon.
At first, she hadn't believed it.But after witnessing Akame's demonic transformation, she could no longer deny it.
Her sister had grown so powerful—and Kurome couldn't help but envy her.
If she too became a demon… maybe she could finally be freed from the drug's control.
Most importantly—she would never be separated from her sister again.
And now, the Devil had returned.
This is my chance.
No matter what, she would make him accept her. Determination burned in her dark eyes.
At that moment, Arata stretched lazily, freeing himself from Esdeath's embrace.
Just as he sat down to enjoy breakfast, the Akame sisters walked in.
"Master Demon," Kurome said firmly, kneeling on one knee."I wish to become your follower."
Arata blinked, mildly surprised—but understanding quickly dawned on his face.
Akame knelt beside her sister."Master, please grant Kurome this chance. I will also serve as your sword."
Finally—they wouldn't have to fight to the death anymore.
"Since it's my family's request…" Arata smiled gently. "I'll grant it."
Kurome's eyes widened in disbelief. "Truly?"
But Arata's tone grew serious."Understand this—once you become a demon, your body, heart, and even your soul will belong to me. There will be no turning back."
"I accept."
Kurome raised her head, meeting his ruby-red gaze.Her cheeks reddened slightly. I didn't notice before… but he's even more handsome than the rumors said.
That realization made the decision easier.
Arata took out a Pawn piece, its surface glowing crimson."Then let's begin the Reincarnation Ritual."
"Okay…" Kurome inhaled deeply, tension curling in her chest.
To be reborn as a demon—what did that truly mean?
Akame reminded her quietly, "Kurome… you'll need to remove your clothes first."
Before Kurome could even process the words, Akame swiftly moved to help.
"W-wait!" Akame stopped mid-sentence, realizing her sister had already stripped off her top. "That's enough!"
Kurome froze. Her expression was calm, but her trembling skin betrayed her embarrassment.
Though she acted decisively, being seen by a man like this still made her heart race.
What a pity… Arata thought, a flicker of disappointment passing through his eyes before he composed himself.
"I'm starting," he said.
"Y-yes, Master…"
Kurome bit her lip as the demonic chess piece sank into her body, its magic flooding through her veins.
"What is this feeling… it's so strange… it's surging…"
Her breath quickened.
Meanwhile, in the hallway—Mine and Sheele (or Hill, depending on translation) happened to be passing by.
They froze at the sight before them.
Mine's face turned scarlet."W-w-what are they doing?! How shameless!"
Hill tilted her head innocently. "Looks like… some kind of demon reincarnation ritual?"
"Wha—how would you even know that?!" Mine sputtered.
"Leone mentioned it once when she was drunk," Hill murmured thoughtfully.