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Seishuuin Ena had already prepared herself for the possibility of being asked to offer her "purity," and even for the resolve to die rather than submit to a Maou.
But what did she just hear?
I can... leave?
Her beautiful eyes blinked twice.
Her expression was a mixture of surprise, confusion, and speechlessness.
Seishuuin Ena looked up, staring blankly at Hiro, as if she couldn't quite understand the words she had heard.
The Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi was indeed a divine tool given to her by her "Grandpa," a trump card for exorcism and demon-slaying.
But even so, she never felt it could be compared to her own purity.
A mere Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi-even if it was a divine tool, even if it was a subordinate god of Susanoo-no-Mikoto-how could it be more important than a maiden's purity?
Even without the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, she, Seishuuin Ena, was still the nation's foremost Tachi Hime Miko.
In this era-and even over the past several decades-no one else possessed her qualifications.
Losing the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi would be regrettable, but it wouldn't have any substantial impact on her.
In fact, losing a divine tool that drained her life force when used at full power might even benefit her future.
Hiro, who was about to summon Susanoo, noticed that Seishuuin Ena showed no intention of leaving.
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, his tone light and teasing.
"What, did you fall in love with me at first sight?"
"Planning to stay by my side and not return to the History Compilation Committee?"
"No."
"As a Hime Miko, Ena must maintain her purity."
"I ask the King to forgive me."
Seishuuin Ena straightened her posture.
There was no shyness or embarrassment a normal maiden might show.
Instead, a faint apology flashed across her face, and her eyes carried a subtle mix of request and curiosity.
"It's just that the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi is a precious item given to Ena by my Grandpa."
"If possible, could the King tell Ena what you plan to do with the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi?"
Am I being too gentle, or is this just her nature?
Judging from her portrayal in the original work, this girl seemed to be naturally airheaded.
Looking at the curiosity on her face, Hiro muttered inwardly.
It was a bit inconvenient to explain.
After all, Yuri-who was also a Hime Miko-had already broken this rule.
"Ah, if not, then the King can simply refuse."
"Ena won't complain and will leave immediately."
Seeing Hiro remain silent, Seishuuin Ena seemed to assume he didn't want to answer and quickly added an explanation.
"It's not a secret."
"You can watch, if you want."
Meeting her curious yet slightly uneasy gaze, Hiro shrugged and spoke casually.
At that moment, the black cloth bag in his hand suddenly vibrated.
An unfamiliar, deep male voice emerged.
"Ena."
"He is not a Campione. Just a human."
"You were deceived by him-and by the Committee."
Dark purple, almost black, cursed energy seeped out of the cloth bag.
Or rather, from the object inside it.
In the blink of an eye, the blade revealed itself.
Pitch-black throughout, with only a brown tsuba and pommel.
As a subordinate god of Susanoo-no-Mikoto, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi naturally possessed the ability to sense the aura of its nemesis-the Campione.
At this critical moment, it spoke up, exposing Hiro's so-called "true identity" to Seishuuin Ena.
"However, that girl Mariya's spiritual vision wasn't wrong."
"A Campione has indeed been born."
"It's the silver-haired maid behind you, by the door."
Buzz. Buzz.
As it spoke, the sword in Hiro's hand trembled violently.
It clearly wanted to break free and return to Seishuuin Ena's grasp.
Hiro paid it no attention.
He glanced down at the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi in his palm.
Not only did he not loosen his grip-
He tightened it.
Crack.
A crisp sound rang out.
A crack four to five centimeters long appeared on the blade.
The buzzing stopped for a brief moment.
A subordinate god of a mighty Heretic God.
A sword famed in mythology.
Cracked-by bare hands.
Then the trembling resumed.
Even more violently.
Buzz-buzz-!!
Seishuuin Ena, already bewildered by the sword's words, immediately abandoned any thought of speaking after hearing that clear, chilling crack.
She instinctively dismissed everything the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi had said as desperate nonsense.
A human who isn't a Campione can hold the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi with bare hands-and even damage it?
Is it trying to trick me into turning against the King so it can escape?
And a Campione becoming someone else's maid?
Even Ena knows that's impossible.
Maintaining her Yamato Nadeshiko composure, she stared at the now-still black blade in Hiro's right hand and thought quietly.
"Damn it!"
"A mere human-how dare you injure me!"
"What in the world is going on?!"
The Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi's voice, which had been calm and confident before, now turned frantic.
Panic and fear bled through its tone.
Crack. Crack.
As Hiro continued to apply pressure, more fractures spread across the blade.
Behind him, a spectral purple warrior silently manifested.
Hiro raised the black sword to eye level, examining the cracks.
His voice was full of disdain.
"So this is the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi?"
"Too weak."
"This... this aura!"
"Impossible!"
"My Lord is not like this!"
Though it had no eyes, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi sensed the presence behind Hiro.
Its resistance instantly weakened.
Its voice lost all composure, filled only with disbelief.
"God, human, Campione-what exactly are you?!"
If the sword had a face, it would look like it had seen a ghost.
"I am Susanoo-no-Mikoto."
"The Swift-Impetuous Male Deity."
"The Noble-Slayer Deity."
"Gozu TennÅ."
"One of the Three Noble Children of Takamagahara."
"And the full sibling of Amaterasu Åmikami."
"I am your Master."
"Kusanagi."
As he spoke, Hiro raised his left hand and gripped the hilt.
Then-
Both hands exerted force at once.
Snap.
The already fractured black blade shattered cleanly in two.
"Ahhh!!"
A shrill scream burst from the hilt in Hiro's left hand.
At the same time, two translucent purple arms extended from behind him.
They took the two broken halves from his hands.
And shoved them into the mouth of the same purple figure.
"Wait-wait!"
"Unknown King!"
"Let's talk!"
"I'll give you all my swordsmanship knowledge unconditionally!"
"Please-please let me stay away from this man!"
"Oh great King!!"
Having realized its fate, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi's screams turned into undignified pleas.
Submissive.
Desperate.
"I can get all of that by eating you."
Hiro's tone didn't change in the slightest.
Under his control, Susanoo tossed the broken blade pieces into the deep purple maw.
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