Chapter 330: Chapter 330: I Want to Sleep for a Long, Long Time

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Haru gazed at the Crimson Moon with keen interest.

Though her face was still Arcueid’s exquisitely crafted one, she was worlds apart from the endearingly clueless princess.

The Crimson Moon, cradled in his arms, radiated a strange, otherworldly aura.

As noble as a Goddess, as proud as a queen, as coolly detached as a fairy. Haru knew that any living being, regardless of race, would be captivated by her perfect beauty—a beauty that stemmed from the Root itself.

“The will of a planet… this ’beauty’ is so… tempting. It makes me want to defile it,” Haru murmured, his voice filled with a strange reverence as he looked at the perfect being in his arms.

He was beginning to understand.

Why those ancient Dead Apostle Ancestors, even when treated as blood slaves, less than toys, still followed the Crimson Moon with unwavering devotion.

Why, even after betraying her, they still held her in the highest regard.

To put it bluntly, they were a bunch of simps who’d fallen for a Goddess at first sight.

The thought that Merem and Gransurg—the very research materials he now possessed—had spent their lives dreaming of the being currently beneath him… it filled Haru with a strange sense of satisfaction.

His movements became more… unrestrained.

The rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet slapping of skin, echoed through the room.

“Mmm~!” The powerful impacts made the Crimson Moon’s brow furrow slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. But her beautiful face remained impassive, only a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

“This… deal… of yours… what is it?”

“Hah… I help you resurrect… you become mine.” Haru reached out, lifting her slender legs onto his shoulders, his voice a low growl.

The Crimson Moon raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise on her face as she felt the two restraining forces—Gaia and Alaya—locking onto her. “You dare to resurrect me?”

She knew the obstacles to her resurrection all too well.

Ages ago, she, as the will of the moon, had attempted to usurp the Earth, to transform from a satellite into a main star. For that, she had been blacklisted by both Counter Forces.

To resurrect her was to become an enemy of both Gaia and Alaya.

And yet, this True Ancestor, blessed by the Counter Forces, wanted to resurrect her?

To oppose the Earth while on Earth… was he suicidal?

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Haru grinned, quickening his pace, his spear-like member thrusting like a dragon, continuously challenging the Crimson Moon’s body.

The Crimson Moon’s brow furrowed, a teasing glint in her eyes as she glanced at Haru. Then, she closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips, which were now parted in a silent invitation.

Hours later, with a shudder, the great battle finally came to an end.

The Crimson Moon, her face flushed, her slender fingers tracing lines on her smooth, flat stomach, felt the rich life force within and said, a strange expression on her face, “Gaia’s demonic beasts and Alaya’s divine spirits didn’t show up. Not even a single Grand-class Heroic Spirit?”

She was genuinely surprised.

She’d allowed Haru to have his way, expecting to witness his gruesome demise at the hands of the Counter Forces.

But now, they were done, and the enforcers she’d anticipated hadn’t even made an appearance.

The Crimson Moon narrowed her eyes.

The bright moon in the sky above suddenly blazed with a blood-red light, and the entire moon was suffused with a crimson glow. In response, the Earth, spinning in the vastness of space, emitted a faint, blue light.

“Pfft—!” The Crimson Moon spat out a mouthful of blood, her face a mask of bewilderment. “Why? For hours, there was no reaction. And now, when I try to resurrect myself, you suppress me?”

Though her body had been destroyed in her battle with the Second True Magic User, Kischur, as the will of the moon, she could have reformed her body in an instant.

The only reason she hadn’t was her fear of the two Counter Forces.

And now, seeing that the Counter Forces hadn’t sent their minions to obstruct her resurrection, the Crimson Moon had immediately tried to use the moon’s power to resurrect herself using Arcueid’s body.

But before her power could even leave the moon’s surface, it had been suppressed by Gaia.

The Crimson Moon had the sudden urge to curse.

The preferential treatment was just too blatant.

“So unruly. Well, I’ll just have to deal with you myself.” Haru, feeling a bit tired, rubbed the back of his head with a sigh. Then, he leaned down and kissed the Crimson Moon’s lips.

The scene around them blurred, the English-style room vanishing, replaced by a pristine white, sealed room.

———

“Oh, the moon’s here.” The golden-haired loli in the white gauze dress looked up, a surprised look on her face as she saw the Crimson Moon. But after a quick glance, she turned her attention back to the poker cards in her hand.

“Three aces and a three.”

Four poker cards floated onto the tea table in the center of the room.

“Pass.” The black-haired loli in the black gauze dress, Alaya, glanced at the Crimson Moon with a flicker of contempt, then turned away, her expression impassive.

“Heh heh, royal flush! I win!” Gaia said with a grin, throwing down two cards.

“Playing cards, are we?” Haru shrugged, leading the Crimson Moon to the tea table.

Alaya placed her remaining cards on the table, glanced at the Crimson Moon, and said flatly, “Did you bring me here to dispose of the moon?”

The Crimson Moon’s lip twitched, but she didn’t say a word, simply sitting down at the tea table, her face dark.

“Huh, so obedient?” Haru looked at the meek Crimson Moon beside him with surprise. He’d expected a fight. But the Crimson Moon had wilted the moment she saw Alaya.

“Because last time, it was Alaya who had the space-manipulator deal with the moon. I just watched from the sidelines,” Gaia said with an innocent expression.

The Crimson Moon’s face darkened even further.

Haru’s lip twitched. So that was why the Crimson Moon was so docile. She’d been traumatized.

And now that he thought about it… he remembered Kischur saying he’d fought the Crimson Moon because he thought she was an eyesore.

But now, it seemed there was more to it.

It was definitely Alaya who’d instigated Kischur to go after the Crimson Moon.

The Counter Forces were notoriously displeased with any True Magic User who reached the Root.

To pit two undesirables against each other, resulting in the Crimson Moon’s death and Kischur’s crippling… Alaya was a cunning one.

Haru was now exceptionally grateful that Alaya, the collective wisdom of humanity, was on his side. Otherwise, he’d be dead without even knowing how he died.

“You like the moon’s body?” Alaya asked, glancing at the Crimson Moon, her voice calm as she addressed Haru.

“Well, being a lecher is an old habit of mine,” Haru said, his face flushing with embarrassment. Against Alaya, the embodiment of all human wisdom, he had no choice but to admit it.

Alaya was silent for a moment, then she lifted her small hand, and an invisible force emanated from it. A contract appeared before the Crimson Moon. “Sign this slave contract, and Gaia and I will not obstruct your resurrection.”

The Crimson Moon carefully examined the contract, her delicate face exceptionally grim.

“Don’t even think about running,” Gaia said with a grin, her voice transmitted directly into the Crimson Moon’s ear, bypassing Haru’s perception.

“We’ve already found a way to avoid the end of the world. Don’t expect me and Alaya to destroy each other so you can come out and play.”

The Crimson Moon’s face paled.

She looked at Haru with a shocked expression.

She wasn’t stupid.

The two Counter Forces, who were fated to destroy each other in countless timelines, had suddenly found a way to escape the end of the world.

It was impossible that this special young man, held in such high regard by both Counter Forces, had nothing to do with it.

The Crimson Moon, who had been planning to self-destruct this consciousness and return to the moon to recuperate, reluctantly abandoned her escape plan.

Since Gaia and Alaya weren’t going to kill each other, she, as a mere satellite, was powerless.

Signing the contract or not made no difference.

The Crimson Moon, her face ashen, pressed her hand to the contract.

———

The space shifted again. Haru, holding the Crimson Moon, who was now clinging to his neck, her naked body pressed against his, returned to the guest room.

“So, about the resurrection, should I just use the Fourth Magic to replicate your body?” Haru asked.

“This body is still… imperfect. I need to perfect it first, then you can replicate it,” the Crimson Moon said, her expression complicated as she looked at Haru.

Since signing the contract, she, the will of the moon, had become his slave, a slave at his beck and call.

And his background was very powerful to challenge.

“…So that’s why True Ancestors have a craving for blood. It’s a backdoor you left behind, isn’t it? And speaking of which, what should you call me now?” Haru’s lip twitched, then he looked at the Crimson Moon with a wicked grin.

“…Master. I need to sleep for a few years.” With that, the Crimson Moon lowered her head, her face crimson.

Just saying the word “master” was enough to make her burn with shame. But if she didn’t, the contract, enforced by the Counter Forces, would likely subject her to some… unimaginable torment.

“…Fine. Once it’s perfected, I’ll replicate it,” Haru said, rubbing his chin, his tone flat.

Arcueid’s bloodlust was a problem. Rather than replicating a flawed body, it would be more convenient to replicate the Crimson Moon’s perfected one.

With his permission, the Crimson Moon’s consciousness immediately fell into a deep slumber.

This time, she thought, she would take as long as possible to perfect her bloodline.

As the King of the Moon, she couldn’t bear the shame of being a slave.

“Huh, Arcueid’s asleep too?” Haru looked at the instantly-slumbering Crimson Moon with bewilderment, feeling the two dormant souls. His lip twitched. He hadn’t even had that many threesomes with the sisters yet.

“Oh well, in a few years, it’ll be a threesome. I can wait.”

Haru’s lip twitched as he stored Arcueid’s body and, walking out of the room, headed towards the Clock Tower.

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