The Holy Sword Wielder Does Not Believe In God.

Chapter 2

It is almost noon and Yuki has decided that it was time to present Kamui to his sisters.

Himiko, the eldest, is a true beauty.

1,78 meter tall with big curves.

'One of their parents is not Japanese' Kamui is persuaded.

Plump lips that are always tugging upward and a small nose. Long hair that fall down to her waist with a fringe hiding the right side of her face. And her brown eyes, shining with warmth and care.

Like the embodiment of the big sister.

'Not the ara ara one, the one that loves you like a mother would.' Kamui, thinks, staring at her face to take in every single detail and imperfection, keeping her eyes away from the tight fitting turtleneck and jeans.

"Ah ah! Himiko is stealing your girlfriend!" The youngest mocks Yuki.

The boy rolls his eyes. "She can't steal my girlfriend if I don't have a girlfriend, Zuki."

Mizuki, as Yuki had introduced her, smirks with a teasing look.

The 12 years old girl has green eyes and brown hair tied up in twin tails with cat themed ribbons. She has a small freckled nose and a scar under her chin. The missing tooth of her constant smile gives her a roguish look.

'She must have a condition.' Kamui thinks. 'Judging by their shape and size, she still has some baby teeth left.'

Indeed, Mizuki's milk teeth take their time to fall down. She is now in middle school and only half of them have fallen.

Himiko's smile widens. "Ah~ It feels like she is right in front of me."

"The character of your doujin?" Kamui asks, genuinely curious.

"Yes! Cynthia von Lavcielta, the villainess of my story." She claps her hands together. "While your dress is not the one I had in mind, I might say it is a beautiful design."

Kamui's cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "Thank you..."

The tall woman's eyes shine. "If it's not too much to ask... Do you think you could show me the armor?"

"I need to go back home for that." The blonde nods.

Yuki perks up. "I can escort you back."

Kamui stand up. "No need for that, I will be back in twenty minutes."

"Ok... I will prepare all the paperwork then." He follows her until she exits the house. "Just ring when you get back."

She glances at him lazily. "I know how to use a doorbell."

"Of course..." He smiles awkwardly before closing the door.

Shaking her head, kamui goes down the street.

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'I need to find a bag.' Kamui notes, wandering in a mall. 'And clothes.'

She plans a way to acquire the goods without raising any kind of suspicion.

Thankfully, she knows basic magic spells.

It really is a boon to be one of the lucky few who know of such a useful thing as magic.

As she admires the architecture of the mall, her eyes lock on a woman.

Judging by her designer bag and various fur apparels, Kamui deducts that she might be quite loaded.

'Just need a good view.' The cosplayer makes her way to the same floor as the woman, looking around in fake interest.

She glances at the various mannequins with overpriced clothes, until she sees her target going to pay with a golden card.

'Jackpot.' Kamui's pupils shine softly as she reinforces her eyes.

She has the perfect angle to see her enter the code.

'0 2 9 oh...' A group of teenagers walk right in front of the shop, obstructing her view.

That is not a problem, she just has to kill two birds with one stone.

Kamui takes a last look at the mannequins before making her way toward the rich woman, choosing a path so that she will walk by her.

She passes by her target without even looking at her.

'Perfect.' Kamui muses after using the hem of her dress to conceal the line created by the structural analysis spell.

The turquoise started at her feet, running across the floor before going up the woman's leg and right into her bag.

It took just a fraction of a second for a perfect copy of the golden card to appear in Kamui's mind.

But it did not stop there, she also took notice of a faint substance covering the woman's leather gloves.

Perfume.

Which means that she just needs to look for the specific molecule to know everything the woman has touched.

She repeats the same trick as she walks past the cashier. Turquoise line going under the counter before going up the card reader's cable. Every number flashing turquoise for a moment.

'7. 0 2 9 7, that's the code." Kamui makes her way toward the sport boutique as if nothing happened.

She does not need much.

A sport bag, a jogging or two, and t-shirts.

She took two joggings.

Reaching the cashier, she puts her hand in her pocket, where she projects the golden card. She inserts the code and waits for the payment to be accepted, mentally sighing in relief as it works.

She exits the shop and takes a look at the clock in the middle of the hall.

'Twenty minutes already? I should have said thirty.' Kamui takes the escalator, glancing at the pharmacy. 'I wanted to buy more bandages.'

She feels the sun warming her black clothes as she exits. It is noon now.

Crossing the street, Kamui takes a turns left before going right. 'This alley should take me right next to their house.'

Feeling nobody around, she summons her black armor, taking her left gauntlet off and putting it into the bag.

'There should not be any problem now.' She stretches, feeling strange and unbalanced with only one arm protected.

Well, not as unbalanced as when she was missing the whole limb.

She shivers at the thought, phantom pain making her clench her fist.

With a long sigh, she puts the bag's strap over her naked shoulder and walks out the alley. Recognizing the street, the blonde stops right before the green door, whispering a determined. "Let's go."