Japanese TV was entirely ignoring the strange phenomenon to instead focus on how Deputy Prime Minister Ookura’s ship had been carried to a certain academy and destroyed the clock tower there. Investigation of the ship had uncovered suspicions of him misappropriating tax money, so the news was full of adults in suits speaking into microphones with concerned looks on their faces.
Most everyone online and on TV was enjoying watching the scandal play out.
So in the end, Miss A really did seem to be the only thing that had changed.
“…”
Feeling like it had all been meaningless, Mutsuki took a sip of the tea which had gone cold by now.
“Are you unhappy with this result?”
The witch seemed to see right through him, so he smiled bitterly.
“I am, even though I would only have more regrets if things had changed more.”
But with nothing changed, he could not quite figure out what he had even done at all.
Was what he had done wrong?
He still had the memories of his time mixed with Lilith, but that had been a different person who seemed to make decisions based on fairly different criteria. Anything had been possible for him when faced with intelligent life and he had understood that on a deep level and based his actions on that fact. It had all felt like a sort of arrogance.
Perhaps that was simply how a perfect being thought.
Regardless, that was different from how a human like Mutsuki thought. Now that they had separated, it seemed blatantly obvious to him that taking everyone’s human forms from them was messed up.
But had it been the wrong thing to do?
That he did not know.
It seemed wrong based on human standards, but what about nonhuman standards?
He had thrown out a world where everyone was happy, there was no discrimination or conflict, all discord was gone, and no one would be hurt.
Had that really been the right thing to do?
The Kurosaki facility had been destroyed, but similar facilities apparently existed all over Japan and even more extreme slave facilities were said to exist around the world. The people who enjoyed trampling on others would still be laughing while making toys out of the people who wanted to outwit everyone else.
He had chosen that world.
Had that been the right thing to do?
“Does discord frighten you?”
“Eh?”
He was taken aback by that sudden question.
The witch did not repeat her question and instead tossed a large hard candy into her mouth. Unable to ask her to repeat herself, he simply sat there in confusion. Until…
“Oh, the test results are in.”
The entire conversation was cut short when the rabbit doll’s red eyes flashed as it received some kind of transmission.
At the same time, a door appeared on the grassy field.
“Ugh, I’m so exhausted. Oh, there you are, Mutsuki-kun¦”
Lucia, who was also being confined here, walked in. Although he might as well have been a guest since FeTUS lacked the ability to restrain him.
He was in his female body today. His brown skin was identical to that of Lucya, the girl who had been Eve for Avalon. Mutsuki had finally stopped dreaming about that Adam from millennia ago.
Miss D, aka Daima Makoto, entered with him.
“He – or she? – is indeed a demonized version of the previous Eve’s body. The genetics and spiritual identifiers are identical.”
“Can we us that?”
“Yes.”
Miss D discussed something with Miss A.
Mutsuki was not quite sure what this was about, but Lucia had apparently been told. He (she?) grinned while clinging to the boy. Just like he always had.
“I’m willing to ‘help out’ right away, so could we have some privacy? Could we also have a bed…yes, one made from a pile of straw? The kind that doesn’t prickle.”
“Yes, yes.”
The rabbit must have known what he meant because its eyes flashed and the grassy field hologram changed to the wheat field Mutsuki had dreamed of. A straw bed was roughly laid out at the edge of the field.
“To combat the rivalry, we would like to complete the genetic spiral from your sperm and egg cells. There is so much we can do once we have the genetic pattern.”
“We were hoping to do this in a purer form with Miss E, but humans have a long history of making do with whatever method is available.”
“Um, what does that mean?”
Mutsuki was confused, but the witches’ reluctance to come out and say it gave him a pretty good idea what this meant.
“It means thisd”
In the end, Lucia answered while placing his arms around Mutsuki’s neck. He rolled them onto the straw bed and kissed him.
“Heh heh heh heh. They say this will hold off the possibility of humanity’s destruction for just a while longer. Isn’t that what you want, Mutsuki-kun? Heh heh heh heh.”
This had always been FeTUS’s goal.
The rivalry was still approaching, but they had figured out how to stop it.
Mutsuki’s Adam sperm had to be implanted within the Holy Grail, the cloned Eve womb within Machina. Then they would make a copy of that genetic information and send the data around the world to regenerate the Fruit of Knowledge that deteriorated with each consecutive generation until the rivalry occurred.
But now they had a non-cloned version of Eve’s body. That would give the plan even higher odds of success.
However, that would mean…
“Um, you want me to…impregnate Lucia-kun?”
“That’s right¦”
“…”
Mutsuki was dumbfounded.
He could save humanity by impregnating his male friend. He had gone on quite a journey over the past half a month after seeing the dark side of humanity, but he had certainly never expected it to end here.
Lucia laughed when he saw how shaken Mutsuki was by this.
“Well, that would be best, but those humans say an actual pregnancy isn’t strictly necessary. They say they can manage as long they get some data. Today, they hope to get enough data to help them implant the sperm cells they’ve already taken from you into the Holy Grail.”
“…”
That meant impregnating Machina with his child was still the plan.
“Stop thinking about it all so much, okay?”
Well-tanned arms wrapped around his neck.
“Let’s start by testing out this body. Hee hee hee. I still haven’t tried out sex as a girl.”
That was apparently Lucia’s reason for being so cooperative here.
“O-okay.”
Miss A and the Witches were telling him to do this too. It felt too soon to have a baby, but he was not opposed to providing them with some data.
Lucia opened the front of his dress shirt to reveal a few electrodes attached to his stomach. Since they only wanted some data, there were apparently no restrictions for Mutsuki.
He agreed that the rivalry had to be stopped, so he leaned back into the straw bed.
“Mutsuki-kun, how much do you remember about Lucya?”
“Hm, that she was a cheerful person who smiled a lot.”
She had been blonde and dark-skinned, although he was pretty sure her hair had been a bit longer than Lucia’s was right now.
“So a lot like me?”
“Not that much, really.”
Lucia was a bit too toxic to match that innocent smile.
“Hm, that’s too bad. But it makes sense. I only got Lucya’s body, so I don’t have her Fruit of Knowledge and thus don’t have her memories.”
“Makes sense. But that’s fine.”
They did look a lot alike when disappointed, so Mutsuki laughed a little.
“Avalon-san loved Lucya-san, but we’re different people from them.”