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Does the Princess Gaze Upon the Future of an Expanding World Under the Mid-Autumn Moon?
"Greek fusion is absolute garbage, I tell you! In times like these, it's all about the Sun! As the great Amaterasu, I am the one truly fit to be your future wife! I refuse to lose to those trashy Greek deities—!!"
"Rikka… I wonder if you'll be alright now that you've caught the attention of the Greek pantheon… When mortals and gods draw too close, it never ends well… I'm so worried for you…"
"No worries at all, ne! Rikka-chan is the only human who's ever beaten me in a Lucha match! I fully believe she could smash her way out of a temple if it came to the absolute worst, yes-I-do!"
"Greece—Greece is truly bad news, Rikka. It'll shatter your sanity. So please, please reconsider."
"Did you say something, Dumb-dusa?"
"No… nothing at all…"
"Every god you know is a total fool. Indeed, Master. Eat dried sardines and live a strong, healthy life. Cat is a creature who believes solely in Master's safety and good health, cat!"
"Is Cat really the only decent catch in the entire building?!"
"Roman… there are some things you simply shouldn't put into words…"
The Moon-Viewing Operation—a crisis brought about purely by a deity's well-meaning intent—was successfully thwarted thanks to a single believer and mortal named Rikka, backed by the vast powers lent to her. The stolen dango were now safely slated to be recovered and brought back to Chaldea.
"We're home!"
"Ah, welcome back, Mash, Rikka-kun."
Relief washed over Romani and the rest of the rear-support crew as they welcomed the girls back after the situation had safely drawn to a close.
"Now then, Artemis?"
"Yes… I'm so sorry, everyone… I really didn't think things through…"
As Artemis slumped her shoulders in remorse, Olga Marie stepped forward to announce the director's official verdict to the duo.
"Considering our arrangement as Master and Servant, as well as the actual impact on Chaldea, the damage isn't particularly severe. Since both sides have reached a mutual compromise, Chaldea will not pursue further punishment."
"Marie!"
"Gods and humans hold fundamentally different values. When so many free wills gather in one place, we have to expect a little turbulence now and then."
As the two exchanged joyful glances, Olga Marie raised a finger to emphasize her next point.
"However! Damage was still done, so from this moment on, you two will be going on a Pilgrimage of Atonement! You will express your sincere apologies and clear away your transgressions so no lingering grudges remain!"
"A pilgrimage…"
"…of apology?"
Thus, Artemis was tasked with thoroughly completing an atonement program devised by the King of Heroes himself.
Her companion on this penitential journey was a stamp card accompanied by a rubber stamp.
Artemis made her rounds to the individual quarters across Chaldea. On her stamp card were the names of those who had suffered damage—specifically, the members who had been left fretting the most. She dragged her feet to stand before each of them.
"I'm so sorry, everyone. I was in the wrong… From now on, I want to keep all of you in my thoughts, just a little bit… or maybe a whole lot…"
"P-Please, Lady Artemis! You honor us too much! That is to say, we are the ones who should revere you… For you to bow your head like this is unthinkable…!"
"Then… could you, um… press your 'stamp' here for me…?"
In Artemis's hands was the stamp card; in the hands of the victim receiving the apology was a Fou-shaped stamp. Only when the apology was deemed fully sincere would the stamp be pressed—a tangible symbol of heartfelt apology and reconciliation. Forcing the divine Artemis to perform such a ritual was the form of penance devised by the King.
"Verbal promises and feelings of contrition fade with time. If one cannot anchor them into something tangible, there can be no bridge to what comes next. It borders on child's play and crude foolishness… yet it is an surprisingly effective method for coaxing out genuine emotion. It is quite understandable why schools employ such tactics."
"That's true!"
"—Master. You are not the one who should be repenting here. You were entirely an innocent bystander dragged into this mess."
"We share collective responsibility!" Rikka declared, busily drafting her letter of reflection anyway. Taking her own lack of oversight as Master as her subject, she penned five full A4 sheets.
"All finished! Principal Gil! Please listen to my reflection!"
The King of Heroes let out a sudden laugh at Rikka's enthusiastic label. Yet, in his own way, he casually indulged her brazen banter as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I have heard that nothing strikes more terror into the hearts of school children than being summoned to the principal's office… Hmph, well! I would trust no other fool to hold the title of Principal! Fuhahaha! Very well! Let Me hear this reflection of yours! Choose as you like—disciplinary probation or suspension!"
Rikka cheerfully raised her hand to the perpetually half-naked Principal Gil.
"I've never been given either, and this is my first time writing a reflection letter, so it feels super fresh! Alright! On this occasion, I, as Master…"
—Making the stamp, designing the stamp card… that was fun, wasn't it, Fou? By the way, I don't really remember what happened near the end. What took place?
(You don't need to force yourself to remember… Your delicate soul couldn't possibly withstand the King's utterly unhinged worldview…)
As Ea curiously watched the Fou stamp being pressed repeatedly against a blank sheet of paper in play, Fou rubbed his cheek against Rikka's with a pained expression. To Fou, it had been a thoroughly unpleasant incident.
—If the King is the principal… I'd love to be the one waiting for everyone in front of the school gate! I'd want to greet them with a bright 'Good morning!' and 'See you tomorrow!' Plus, I'd love to handle traffic safety and guard the walk to school!
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