Chapter 11:

　　"Nii-san, I hope you know well enough to pick me next♪" Nemu said with smiling upturned eyes.

　　"Onii-chan, Utamaru says he wants to play with you so hurry and come over." Sakura Yoshino pulled me away from Nemu.

　　"Nii-sama," Himeno finished tying the flower ribbons in her hair. "I'll prepare our traditional soba and mikans for the New Year so please come over."

　　"Playboy Christopher, if it's Mikans you have one right here." Mikan pointed to her perfect face with both of her index fingers.

　　"Nii-san, I can't even leave my room except by computer so isn't it about time you spent some time with me?" Sagiri begged.

　　"Nii-san, I already prophesied it was my turn next so you may as well give in." Yume informed.

　　"Anta, I require life counseling tomorrow so be sure to show up." Kirino frisked her long blonde hair out in a wave of impatience.

　　"Onii-chan," Suguha leaned over showing bountiful hanging fruits. "Come practice kendo with me, it's no good if you never move your body."

　　"Anii-sama, there's some paperwork I'd like to go over with you. . ."  Nekone faltered at the inadequacy of her date plan.

　　"Oji-san, I'll let you hold Sora and me on one knee a piece if you look our way." Miu teased.

　　"Miu!" Sora blushed, scandalized. "Onii-chan, don't listen to what she says. I'm fine coming whenever."

　　"We'll both suck you at once--" Yoru volunteered before Asa could tackle her and physically seal her mouth.

　　"Berserker, wipe them out and seize Onii-chan for ourselves." Illya commanded with spinning eyes. Luckily Berserker hadn't been imported to Eden in the first place.

　　"Christopher Onii-chan, you're a pervert so you'd get turned on by my naked 13 year old body, right?" Nadeko asked with upturned trusting eyes.

　　"Ungyaaah!" Kobato suddenly shouted, her face turning towards the sky. "An-chan! An-chan wo mou!" She accentuated her anger by stomping on the floor. "An-chan wa nande sugu imouto bakari tsukuru baka dare?!"

　　"Calm down!" I tried to placate my one true imouto. "Over half of these girls aren't even blood related!"

　　In the end I was afraid Nemu would present me with a bomb so my next date was with her.

* * *

　　The easy dates were easier than I expected. Taking advantage of their overflowing love, the long absence we'd had apart since talking to each other last, their constant wish to cuddle after so many lonely nights, and my knowledge of their favorite things -- like ichigo parfaits for Nayuki or mushrooms wrapped with bacon for Elize -- I was quickly clearing one girl's route after another.

　　I traveled to Earth with Louise and we went to an amusement park, since that experience seemed hard to replicate back home. The crowds were deafening and the lines spread out to the horizon on every ride. It was a huge culture shock after being so long away. Luckily Louise was used to it since she spent half her time over here shopping and selling our raw materials in a lively interplanetary triangle trade, and she was content during the long waits to hold my hand and repeat my name over and over while pressing my arm against her washboard chest. Every time a truck rumbled by on the highway I started to sweat but all in all it was an exceptionally vivid and memorable day.

　　"At first I thought my rival was Henrietta, then you cheated on me with Tiffania, but now it's ONE HUNDRED GIRLS." Louise brandished her whip and started hitting me. "ONE HUNDRED! NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE, ONE HUNDRED TIMES! JUST HOW FAR DO YOU INTEND TO HUMILIATE ME?"

　　This was her accepting of polygamy?

　　"Enough. Die! EXPLOSION!" I tackled her wand away and saved about a thousand theme-park-goers' lives.

　　A short time later Louise was sniffling back her tears and munching slowly on a crepe full of whip cream I had given her in apology. "Neh, Christopher, is it because of my chest? It's because of my chest, right? It's because I only have lemons. It's because I'm Lemon-chan."

　　"I love you and your perfect petite lemons, Louise. I wouldn't have them any other way." I patted her head.

　　"Then why? Why is it always me?" Louise hiccupped. "I'm the only one who can't control her mannn."

　　"Louise, you're featured on 19/23 of the book covers in your series. You're the most iconic beauty in light novels. Those lemons of yours are national treasures!" I enthused.

　　"Why is it only my lemons that keep getting praised?" Louise hiccupped again, finishing off her crepe.

　　"That's not true. When you preferred suicide to life without me, that was when I knew I had to make you my wife. This incredible pink hair, those sharp pink eyes, and the gallantry to invade an entire country and bring down the Elven air force just to rescue me. . .all of it pales in comparison to the moment you jumped off that roof. No one's ever paid me a greater compliment." I said.

　　"More than even our first wedding when you drugged me?" Louise looked up at me with swimming hopeful eyes.

　　"Err, yes. . .it was even more complementary than the first time you agreed to marry me." I said a little shamefaced. Oi, Saito, why are you putting me in all of these pinches?

　　"More than all the nights I agreed to share you with Siesta and Tabitha in bed because I missed you so much I'd even accept that if you'd look my way again?" Louise whimpered.

　　Oi, oi, Saito! Why are you even more of a lecher than me! "I loved you more when you jumped off that tower." I assured her. Even Chtolly jumped knowing she had wings. Louise had just plain jumped.

　　"Sometimes I think, when I'm on Earth and you're on Eden, that you're playing around with all these other girls and I'm just stupidly serving you, not knowing a thing. . ." Louise said.

　　"I haven't touched a single girl." I told her, the one thing I could be proud about, never mind all the non-help Saito had given me. "I know you came here all alone, but I hope you can make friends with my other wives. They're all really good girls, just like you, you know. They won't bite or make fun of your tiny, tiny chest. Once you realize how great they are you'll see why I had to live with all of you."　　

　　"Just remember how good you've got it." Louise sighed. "Without me you'll never see the ending to any of your favorite shows."

　　"Please, I'll do anything. I'm not even a dog. I'll be your pet worm! Let me slither across your shoe every now and then, just spare the endings!" I groveled with my head in the dirt.

　　"If I'm in a good mood." Louise tossed her head confidently, looking down on me. "Mayyyybe I'll treat you with another episode of One Piece."

　　"My duchess. My saintess. My savior!" I started kissing her shoe. Strangely she actually had earned every one of those titles.

　　Louise giggled, suddenly in a good mood. "One crepe wasn't enough. You'd better buy me more and more and more, until my breasts are as big as Orihime's!" She took my hand and started running back to the stand.

　　By the time your breasts were that big your waist would be equal to Jabba's so let's pass on that.

* * *

　　"So, umm, sorry about burning down your village and killing your mother." I said, in a real fix as to what to say during my date with Rydia.

　　"It's okay. If you hadn't arrived, the whole world would have been destroyed by Zeromus anyway, so the only difference you made was the people you saved, like me." Rydia smiled, her beautiful long green hair swaying in the wind. We were swimming through the nearby ocean together on the back of Leviathan, letting the world drift into a neverending blue horizon.

　　"I seem to recall it was you popping out of the world of monsters and using a summon to save me, suddenly the most beautiful and powerful girl in the world." I humbly replied.

　　"And yet always with you it was Rosa, Rosa, Rosa. Always kissing and hugging in public. Kiss kiss, kiss kiss, hey, I'm right here you know." Rydia pouted.

　　"Rosa was just my first love, you arrived later so it couldn't be helped." I touched her cheek. "Now everyone's equal, right?"

　　"I wonder about that. If we took a time log of how many words you've shared with each of us, would it really be equal?" Rydia arched an eyebrow.

　　I suffered about 9,999 damage.

　　"Well, you took me in when I was a wailing orphan even though your instructions were to kill everyone you saw. You turned on the Empire you were born and raised in for my sake. And you taught me how to live and how to fight back against an unfair world. I won't begrudge you anything. I had a lot of monster friends, but you were the only human for me." Rydia relented, seeing my panicked face. Then she worked her small frame into the crook of my arms and rested her head on my chest.

　　"You had a lot more muscles in the other world." Rydia sighed remorsefully.

　　"I have a desk job now." I excused myself. "Not many world menaces to brandish Excalibur against these days."

　　"Haha. You mean 'press a' against, right?" Rydia's blue eyes looked up into mine.

　　"Bareta-ka?" I wasn't doing well on this date. Was it okay if I just loaded my save?

　　"In my head, I know I should be mad, but in my heart, I know it was still you. You're the same person now as you were then. God fiddled with all our hearts such that this is the one thing I'll never deny." Rydia placed her hand inbetween her breasts and pushed down to confirm her feelings.

　　"I actually try to live up to our memories together." I raised my paladin shield in a desperate last defense.

　　"You're doing fine. Don't mind me." Rydia looked back over the sea and listened to the crash of her serpent's absolute power. "About three fourths of us can kill you with just a look, so if we really held it against you, bringing us all into this world and giving us a place to exist, a table and clothes and laughter and song and brightness and good cheer, you would know."

　　"So I guess the no vote wasn't you?" I smiled in relief.

　　"I'm ready to go whenever you are." Rydia turned back to look me in the eye. "We're far away from shore so no one would have to know."

　　"Once everyone feels the same way." I shelved her proposal. "Who do you think it was, then?"

　　"Wouldn't you know better than me?" Rydia asked. "You grew up with all of them, I only know about the world I came from."

　　"I would understand if it was like 50 no votes, but when it's one I have no idea who would hate me the most." I confessed.

　　"Make a guess." Rydia demanded.

　　"Cure Egret. She has a glare of death for people she thinks have done her wrong. She probably can't forgive me." I said.

　　"Boo boo." Rydia crossed her fingers. "I seriously don't know who it could be, but Mai is the sweetest, kindest, most forgiving and understanding girl in the world to anyone who tries to meet her halfway, so she'd never look down on you like that."

　　"I already knew that." I sighed, looking into the white flecked foaming water. "That's why I can't figure it out."

　　"Keep dating us and someday we'll know." Rydia advised.

　　"So you'd be okay with another date?" I asked.

　　"Yes, silly. My husband can take me out anytime, anywhere. You could even kiss me and Rosa at the same time." Rydia smirked.

　　"Is that even possible?" I wondered excitedly.

　　"Of course. Girls' lips are smaller than boys. Just line us up and plunge in." Rydia suggested.

　　"Maybe next time." I fantasized. Would Rosa really be okay with that? But then again, I'd lived a married life with Rosa for decades and we'd already had children before. Combined with the effects of God's pro-polygamy potion, was there anything she wouldn't do if it made me happy?

* * *

　　“Sorry about beating you unconscious and sexually humiliating you by hanging you up in public half exposed.” Sometimes I felt like my 100 dates plan was really just an apology tour for all my predecessors’ abominable actions.

　　“I forgave you that long ago!” Levy glared at me for bringing it up again after all this time. Levy looked a lot like an older Wendy, with the same blue hair, brown eyes and small breasts, which was about as strong an endorsement of her as Nature could give. With so many Fairy Tail brides and her quiet personality it was easy for her to get lost in the shuffle, but she was as deserving of a place in my harem as any. Brilliant and beautiful, friendly and kind to a fault, with the courage of a lion despite having the frame of a mouse, she boasted so many virtues not just me but basically everyone loved her. Her femininity was so overwhelming that everyone who met her felt the need to protect her within about five minutes.

　　“How many times did you save my life after that? How many times did you take a beating for my sake? Am I supposed to apologize to you for all the times I’ve been a burden? All married couples have their ups and downs. That’s why the vow is ‘for better or for worse.’” Levy defended me.

　　“We’ve both struggled with our competition, we’ve both felt insecure, and we’ve both tried twice as hard just to keep up with our friends and enemies. It’s our mutual secret that we don’t really belong here, but because we forgive each other our shortcomings, we do have one last place to belong – together.” Levy placed her dainty hand over mine and gave me a confidential smile.

　　Our date was a simple picnic in the woods at a secluded lake, which reminded me of the time we’d gone to the water park together. After years of married life together even before arriving here, our romance didn’t really need to be propped up with anything flashy. I had just wanted to set the record straight that my feelings would never allow her to come to harm again.

　　“My shortcomings are a little different now.” I smiled and turned my hand over to interlace my fingers with hers. “I’ve read over a thousand books, including all the most famous works of my world’s most esteemed minds, so I should be able to keep up with you on that front. On the other hand, I’d have a hard time beating a squirrel in a fight.”

　　Levy laughed, “I noticed you’d lost a lot of weight, especially of the bulging muscle kind. Luckily I can handle a squirrel or two myself. More importantly, why haven’t you introduced me to all these authors?” Levy’s voice rose with anticipatory glee.

　　“Well there’s Dostoevsky, Solzhenitsyn, Tolstoy, Plato, Plutarch, Aristotle, Nietzsche, Gibbon and Hume. . .” I thought of the biggest names I’d enjoyed off the top of my head.

　　“What the heck? How can just their names sound so smart already?” Levy squealed, wanting to get back to the mansion’s reading room and dive in immediately.

　　“I’m also worried if I can really make so many different girls happy. On Earth I couldn’t even manage one.” I confessed.

　　“When I got here I was severely depressed. After all, I should have been well into my pregnancy with our child, but with this world’s reset it’s like I’d miscarried. So if you want to make me happy, you’d better impregnate me again pronto.” Levy demanded.

　　“I already promised my first time would be with Himeno.” I admitted guiltily. “But I can promise you’ll be my second.”

　　“Second is fine. Out of a lineup like this, choosing me second is the greatest honor I could ever dream of. Thank you so much.” Levy hugged me tightly.

　　“No, it’s the complete opposite.” I hugged her back fiercely. “Your love is worth so much more than I ever deserved. Thank you so much.”

　　“Just be this kind to every other girl and we’ll all be head over heels for you, even the mystery one who isn’t yet.” Levy playfully advised.

* * *

　　My date with Emily was in the underutilized music room of the mansion, where she had promised to wow me with her overwhelming piano skills. Opening the door, I was overwhelmed for a different reason and promptly closed it again.

　　"No, wait, I wasn't trying to seduce you, I always play this way!" Elf wailed in anguish through the door. "Are you saying the date's over already?!"

* * *

　　Sakura Haruno and I walked together through a newly-constructed trail in the woods for our date. It felt reminiscent of the time we were closest together, braving the Forest of Death, and appropriately she was in the guise of that time, a slip of a girl, with long flowing pink hair trailing down her back.

　　"What a wide, charming forehead you have. It makes me want to kiss it." I smoothly rattled off like a playboy.

　　"That wasn't Sasuke, that was Naruto pretending to be Sasuke. Are you actually Naruto?" Sakura's smile had a twinkle in her eye. Even if she appeared as a 12 year old she was actually a 37 year old married woman with a full grown child, it would take a little more than that to rattle her.

　　"A lot of people dished on you for preferring me over him." I informed. "But all that means is they never understood you. From the very beginning your love was honmono. Why would it change? And the fact that it never changed is the only reason it was ever honmono from beginning to end."

　　"I tried to stop loving you, but when push came to shove, I couldn't bring myself to do it. In the end I was still that naive girl who would abandon anything and go anywhere if it meant I could be with you." Sakura Haruno reminisced.

　　"And because I cared about you, I couldn't let you do that. All I ever wanted was to set you free of my dark destiny." I reported.

　　"And all I ever wanted was to set you free of it too." Sakura wistfully murmured. "But that role was left to another."

　　"I think it was the two of you together. Or else why marry you at the end? Doesn't that mean everything you ever said and did got through to me?" I contended.

　　"Not very well, or you wouldn't have avoided me like the plague for the rest of our married lives." Sakura Haruno grumbled. "My own daughter didn't even believe I was her mother by the end."

　　"Well, now the world's finally at peace and we can go on dates like this, so it all worked out, right?" I shrugged off my predecessor's atrocious behavior breezily.

　　"Even as one in a hundred, I'm pretty sure I'm receiving 100 times as much attention from you as I'm used to." Sakura Haruno smiled, and then a blush of true happiness at the realization traveled up her entire face. "I don't even remember if we've ever been on a date before."

　　"Well, let me say something to you no impostor has said before: You're the most brilliant, beautiful, dedicated, courageous, strong, reliable, kind, understanding, honest and true woman I've ever met, and I love you for it, just as I love you for every word and deed you ever filled with your love for me. Sakura. . .arigatou." I tapped her on the forehead.

　　Sakura's green eyes glistened and then ran over with tears. "About time, you dummy."

* * *

　　Orihime sat across from me at a table in the tavern sporting a grotesque and bizarre assembly of food and drinks. "Until the harvest was in, I couldn't get my hands on any of these things. I'm so happy I can eat something tasty again!" Orihime enthused, her eyes sparkling at the banquet of champions set before her.

　　It was hard to remember because most of the time spent with Orihime there was some life threatening, world-ending crisis on the line, and in all of those cases she would wear a face determined to protect her friends or sad to see someone hurt (whether friend or enemy, her infinite empathy extended to them all), but Orihime was actually a ditzy weirdo. A ditzy weirdo who scored at the top of her class when it came to grades, but flunked any social skills or life skills imaginable. She had been a bullied outcast until she found the right group of friends -- so in other words she was just like me. Not only was Orihime bullied continuously within the Bleach series, people on Earth constantly denigrated her too, to the point that it felt like only the actual author of the series and I understood why she was the main heroine and the girl Ichigo fell in love with. I respected Tite Kubo so much for sticking with her, and now I planned to continue that devotion and stick with her for the rest of my life. Orihime wasn't just a pretty face with big boobs, or a girl with ludicrously useful powers that could be relied on every time you got in a pinch. She was someone who took the time to understand and sympathize with your plight, whatever it might be. She didn't criticize people that everyone else criticized, she thanked them, or cried for them, or thoughtfully observed them in the hopes of learning whatever drove them. Maybe because she knew how it felt to be criticized for anything and everything, from her hair to her body to her habits to her weakness, she was the last person on Earth who would ever find fault with you.

　　Even when I went crazy and started attacking her savior (from her mind-controlled point of view), she never attacked me or insulted me. The worst reprimand she could give was a hauntingly sad look that two people she loved would ever be at cross purposes. In contrast to many of my other waifus, who were quick to anger and perfectly happy to needle me, I knew Orihime was the safest harbor in the world, and any time spent with her would be so free of conflict, so gentle and soft, that I could let my guard down, make any number of mistakes, not say a single funny or interesting thing, and still be loved at the end of the date. This was what made Orihime special, her wide heart and understanding soul, something I had desperately wanted and needed throughout my life on Earth but never received.

　　This was a girl who sacrificed herself to a fate worse than death for my sake, and with only a couple months of training had invaded an entire kingdom in order to rescue her love rival. Selfless and humble, she managed to befriend Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, Fullbringers and prickly heroes like Ichigo and Uryuu, sometimes so effectively that people would switch to her side in the middle of a fight. Orihime was an uncalculating siren.

　　"Elf visited the hospital after you abandoned her, you know." Orihime chided between bites of unidentifiable substances. "She said she needed a cure for a broken heart."

　　"Was she still nude at the time?" I defended myself.

　　"No. She didn't mention that part." Orihime blushed crimson.

　　"When diagnosing Elf you should divide anything she says by 99, and then you'll get an inkling of what she really thinks or means." I advised.

　　"She really was sad!" Orihime insisted.

　　"A nuclear bomb couldn't break her heart." I laughed at the idea of anything getting Emily down.

　　"So are all the dates with the other girls in the nude?" Orihime started worrying that she had overdressed.

　　"No, that's most definitely an Elf only exception." I almost wanted to say otherwise.

　　"Because as your wife you know all you have to do is ask. . ." Orihime lowered her voice to a whisper due to being in public.

　　I had resisted the others' temptations so well, but this innocence-!

* * *

　　"So you've finally isolated yourself from the pack?" Haruka Haruno looked down on me with a scowl. Which was a feat because I was at least a foot taller than her 13 year old frame.

　　"Huh?" I responded lamely.

　　"Pretty Cure, Princess Engage!" Haruka took out her key, plunged it into her parfum and turned it. Heavenly lights and choirs started singing in the background, and out popped the girl I'd fallen in love with, she of the pink-striped blonde hair.

　　"The Princess of flowers blooming in full glory -- Cure Flora!" Haruka struck a dashing pose.

　　No no no no no. "What happened to me being your special person?" I chirped in a high voice. Wasn't this really, really bad? Couldn't she kill me with a single punch?

　　"Unfortunately for you, the most important person to me is myself! That's why every day I struggle on the road of self-improvement. For villains like you who toy with the human heart, karma will always eventually catch up! Face the wrath of 100 raped and kidnapped girls in your den of sloth and lechery -- you even, you even made us all drink your vile poisons. . ." Flora was so angry she was tripping over her own words.

　　"There was a good reason for that!" I held up my hands desperately. There wasn't any good reason. Of course there wasn't a good reason, but my life was flashing before my eyes so I was just throwing things out there.

　　"Enough! Dance, flowers -- Precure Floral Tourbillon!" A ring of sakura petals started spinning with furious speed and then rushed out all at once to strike me.

　　"Yararetaaaaaaaaa," I screamed in agony as the light of truth washed over me.

　　"Have a nice day," Cure Flora curtsied with impeccable grace. Then she looked at me with a hint of confusion.

　　"Why are you still here?" Flora demanded.

　　"Well, it just felt a little ticklish and refreshing. I guess it is just flower petals. . ." My heart started beating again.

　　"But that would mean there's nothing to exorcise from your evil heart." Cure Flora looked down at her dress to make sure she really had transformed. "Or could it be that you're so evil that not even my powers can prevail?"

　　"I don't have that sort of last boss skill!" I shouted.

　　"You, you you you you you you!" Cure Flora approached me with mounting anger and started pounding me on the chest. "What is the meaning of this? Why am I here? What are you planning to do with us? Why didn't that finish you?"

　　"Ow ow ow seriously I'll die." I moaned. Out of all my dates so far this was definitely the worst.

　　"I had friends back home! Family! A career I was looking forward to! Why do I have to serve in some lazy loser's harem? Do you even know what you're doing?" Cure Flora kept punching me.

　　"But you didn't! You didn't! You didn't even exist! You only remember having those things because God granted my wish that you'd really lived." I tried to shield at least my vital organs.

　　"Is that what you told all the brainwashed helpless deluded trapped slaves? That their memories weren't real -- 'oh, sure, of course, my memories aren't real so I guess it's time to join a harem?'"

　　"The truth is the truth. I love you. I don't mean any of you harm. I wouldn't harm a single hair on any of your heads!" I swore.

　　"Haven't you already done enough?" Cure Flora asked, punching me furiously again.

　　"No, it will never be enough! I can never thank any of you enough, but I'm going to keep trying. For a thousand years I'm going to keep trying to make all of you happy! HaruHaru, that includes you!" I shouted.

　　"HaruHaru isn't a name you invented, don't go saying it like you know anything. Everything about me is mine, it's not yours, stop digging through people's hearts!" Cure Flora shouted back in my face.

　　"I'm not sorry!" I replied. "I did nothing wrong! If you're going to kill me, kill me, but then you'd better apologize to the other 99 wives back home because then every single one of them will die old maids!"

　　"We'll just have Sakura Appear a suitable 100 husbands all much better than you!" Cure Flora shouted.

　　"She can't Appear sentient life forms!" I appealed for clemency.

　　"Louise will take us in a portal back to Earth." Haruka quickly adapted.

　　"Earth will chew you up and trample all over you and spit you out!" I shouted. "Half of you will be on various drugs in five years, half of you will be divorced, half of you will be single mothers, one fifth of you will be raped, half of you won't ever get out of debt or know where your next meal is coming from, you'll have ten lovers by the time you're thirty, and every one of them will break your heart!"

　　"Anything's better than you and here!" Flora stared at me defiantly.

　　"Do you really believe that? Did you really hate every day we spent together? Was every face you made around us lies?" I asked.

　　"Of course, with Nanoha and Fate prowling, and Sailor Moon, and Shana, and your ridiculous pack of lap dogs, what was I supposed to do? Yuna and Rinoa and Aerith and Tifa and Rose and Elize and -- what the hell Earth invasion force were you planning on, huh? Just how much of a Maou do you want to be? Of course all I could do is smile and nod along. I had to kiss you over and over and over again!"

　　Wait, wasn't it literally just three times? She actually counted each one?

　　"Really? You're really that good of an actress? You really didn't enjoy a single song we sung together? Nothing. There's really nothing for you here? Nothing and no one? Not even the flowers you planted bring you any joy?" I asked again.

　　"I took acting lessons among many other things. I can fool everyone for as long as I want!" Cure Flora insisted.

　　"Even yourself?" I asked.

　　"Yes, even myself! I'm the best at everything!" HaruHaru insisted.

　　I started laughing, and then I sat down, wheezing. I think she broke a few of my ribs, and shouting was really starting to hurt. "I know that. Why do you think I admired you so much? No special person at all, huh? You really got one over me. Mai te na. I thought the harem of 100 wives was the greatest imaginable joy, but I guess I got too greedy." I laid down on my back, wheezing for breath, looking up at the sky. "Tell everyone else I'm sorry. I said a lot of big things about making them happy. I was going to people this whole new world, this whole new universe with Kud's rockets, with all of our descendants. But oh well. I just fell too hard for those cute pink stripes in your hair and this is the result. I was never anybody special so of course this is how it ends, even God can't save me."

　　"Don't. . .go pushing your own sins on me. . .this was righteous judgment. . ." Cure Flora looked troubled at me as I started to cough up blood.

　　"I guess in your world no matter how many times you punch someone they just disappear in twinkles, but here I'm afraid it hurts a little more. This is bad, I think I'm drowning in my own blood. Laying down wasn't the brightest idea, huh. . ?" I started laughing, choking, and coughing hysterically. "Sorry about this, I'm not a proper sight for a middle schooler, huh?"

　　"Mou! Shirenai!" Cure Flora grabbed me and leaped into the sky. "You'd better hold on for five more minutes, and then Leia will save you. Do you hear me?"

　　I didn't.