Campione: Strongest# 413: A Terrible Elder Goddess

At the main entrance of the Tohno mansion.

“Well then, we’re taking Fujino to school. Papa, the house is in your hands,”

Akiha Tohno said, gathering the black hair that had fallen on her shoulders. A gentle smile graced her face as she bowed slightly to Haru.

In Haru’s eyes, Akiha was a born lady in both etiquette and personality, filled with a unique elegance. In some ways, she was an ideal marriage partner.

Though he much preferred the wanton side she showed in private.

‘Whoa, a black-haired lady, huh? Wait, according to the egg’s records, your subordinate killed her father, then you became her stepfather and played the long game of raising her. You even seduced her on the very spot where her father died, bringing her to climax eleven times. Not bad, you’re amazing. The Cthulhu pantheon welcomes talent like yours!’

The cheerful, coquettish voice of Nyarlathotep in his mind made Haru’s lip twitch.

One of the three pillars of the Cthulhu mythos, the great Elder Goddess representing ‘chaos,’ Nyarlathotep—who now called herself Nyarko—had a personality that truly leaned towards a cutesy, unscrupulous image.

Their current situation was similar to that of a system and its host. After Nyarko had returned the Dirac Heart, Haru, under her persistent pestering, had allowed her to stay in his soul space.

Though it was partly because he couldn't get rid of her… Was he really just helpless when it came to silver-haired girls?

In any case, Nyarko, under the guise of a 'System Familiar,' had temporarily occupied his soul space. The two had reached a temporary truce. Hooray.

“Don’t even start. The thing with Akiha was an accident. And don’t even think about tricking me into joining your cult,” Haru retorted seriously in his mind. He couldn't admit to something that would tarnish his carefully crafted image, even if he found the matter exceptionally stimulating.

A man has his pride.

‘Tsk, only the two of us can hear this conversation. Why are you still putting on a pure act?’ In the soul space, inside a conjured room, the Elder Goddess with the gravity-defying cowlick lay on the floor flipping through a manga, her smooth feet swaying back and forth.

“So pretentious,” she said with a look of disdain.

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“Papa? Papa?” A gentle call, accompanied by a pair of pale, delicate hands waving in front of Haru’s eyes.

“Oh, Akiha. Sorry, I was distracted,” Haru said, coming to his senses with a light chuckle.

“Mmm, you’ve been getting distracted a lot this morning. Should I call a priest who specializes in healing spells?” Akiha stuck out her tongue, her tone playful and teasing.

“It should be the other way around, right?” Haru was instantly amused. A god going to see his own believer for treatment? They should be the ones praying to him.

“By the way, let’s have hot pot tonight,” Haru said with a smile, as if just remembering something.

“Okay. Then please prepare the ingredients,” Akiha said with a light chuckle and a nod. Then, at the urging of Kohaku and Hisui, she took the small hand of Asagami Fujino.

Fujino, still drowsy from just waking up, was startled when her hand was held. When her blurry gaze locked onto Akiha’s face, she rubbed her eyes and obediently let herself be led.

Though there were only two years and six centimeters between them, in terms of temperament, Akiha was like Fujino’s mother. She held Fujino’s hand and walked with small steps toward the street.

“Brother, I’m going to school now,” Fujino said, a pure, sweet smile on her face. She raised her small hand high and waved it at Haru.

“Well, it seems Fujino’s painless condition has faded, and her withdrawal has lessened considerably.” Haru’s lips curved into a smile, and he waved back at her.

‘Hmm?’ Nyarko, who was swaying her feet, stopped. Through the soul space, she saw Fujino’s childish face.

The next second, countless fragments of fate flashed through her emerald-green eyes, and a look of pleasant surprise appeared on her face.

‘Hey, hey, I didn't notice before. Where did you find this gem? A young girl who takes pleasure in pain, whose fate is tragic. Yes! Quick, while she’s still young, let’s break her and turn her into our mindless little toy!’

Nyarko drooled, looking at Fujino with hunger, her star-filled eyes already fantasizing about the girl becoming a broken doll for anyone to play with.

“Don’t even think about it,” Haru decisively refused, his eyelid twitching.

‘Ah, my panties are already wet~’ a terrible, shuddering voice echoed from Nyarko.

Then, a small stream slowly dripped onto the simulated floor, forming a small creek. The clear liquid reflected the light from the incandescent lamp, radiating a faint, seven-colored fluorescent glow.

“What the fuck, what are you doing in my head?” Haru stared, dumbfounded, at the groin of the Elder Goddess and the slowly flowing stream.

‘Oh my, I couldn't help it~’ Nyarko covered her cheeks with a shy expression, her waist twisting as she spoke coquettishly.

“…” Haru was speechless. After just a dozen hours, he had already formed a very direct impression of the great Elder Goddess Nyarko’s character.

‘Eh? Where are you going?’ Nyarko asked with a puzzled expression.

“As usual, to the Kuonji mansion on the other slope. I’ll go buy hot pot ingredients at three. Wait, why am I telling you this?” Haru patted his forehead, his tone strange.

‘Huh! Hot pot! Do I get some?!’ Nyarko asked, pleasantly surprised.

“You get a share, but you can’t leave my soul space,” Haru said, pursing his lips as he walked up the slope.

‘Tsk, stingy. I’m not going to do anything to your family. We’ve already made peace. Is it really necessary to be so on guard against me?’ Nyarko puffed out her cheeks with a displeased expression.

“It’s necessary,” Haru said seriously.

A key feature of the Cthulhu pantheon was that the sight of an Elder Goddess’s true form caused a mental breakdown and complete madness. How could he dare let anyone meet Nyarko? People would die.

‘Hmph!’ Nyarko snorted with dissatisfaction and went back to lying on the floor, picking up her manga and reading it with relish.

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5:00 p.m., in the dining room of the Tohno residence.

Haru, with nothing else to do, was holding a tray and placing sliced vegetables and meat on the long dining table.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open.

Kohaku walked in with a puzzled expression. Seeing him, she immediately asked, “Papa, is Fujino back yet?”