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Chapter 164

Emiya Residence.

Upon returning home, Heracles, Archer, and Grandpa went about their business outside, while I immediately collapsed onto my favorite sofa and prepared my favorite coffee, whose aroma instantly took over every neuron in my brain.

So now all I had to do was wait for news on how events would unfold on Olympus. My work was done, Hestia, and not only her, had understood the message I wanted to convey, and now everything depended on her. Zeus would surely try to prove himself to me in some way, aggressively, of course, and only she, as a goddess equal to the Big Three, could turn everything around in the right and relatively safe direction.

Moreover, even without my antics, sooner or later Olympus would have faced roughly the same circumstances, given the changes in the world and the canon. Against the backdrop of other mythologies, which built friendly relations with each other and grew in strength, the Greeks were quite passive. And the process of their suppression by others would have been longer, more nerve-wracking, and, most importantly, final.

However, what will be, will be. It's not like I don't care or anything like that, right? And the information from Rizevim wasn't really necessary. Heh.

Bringing the aromatic black coffee to my lips and inhaling its wonderful aroma once more, I was about to enjoy its taste, but...

I was interrupted.

- "What are you doing here, Kuroka?" I raised an eyebrow, looking at her face, and then remembered what I had promised her earlier. "Oh, so you're here for that?"

- "Mm-hmm."

I nodded briefly and thought for a moment.

- "To be honest, I completely forgot about your request," I began, to which Kuroka showed a sad face. "But it's okay. It won't hurt me. It would have been better if I had seen them, but there's another way. You said there are four of them?"

- "Uh-huh, nyan!" she replied happily.

- "All right," I said, creating a plastic jar with four small yellow pills and handing it to her. "One for each of them. They should bring the body to a perfect state, by human standards. The body and soul will be completely restored, but they'll need to sleep for a while."

Kuroka slowly and carefully took the jar in her hands as if it were the greatest treasure in the world. Her every movement was accompanied by an excited tremor and tension, and only when she carefully placed them between her breasts did Kuroka let out a sigh of relief and then hug me.

- "Thank you..." she whispered, to which I nodded briefly and, at the same time, felt moisture on my clothes. "I'll repay you... I promise..."

- "Whatever you want," I shrugged and gently pulled her away from me. "Go. And give my regards to Ama-chan and the others."

Kuroka gave in to my efforts, but at one point she suddenly reached for my lips, though I stopped her attempt by putting my hand between us.

- "No way," I grinned, looking at her hurt and pouty expression. "You haven't raised my affection level high enough for something like that yet."

- "Yet?" Kuroka smiled, her cat ears perking up and pointing in my direction. "Then I'll try harder!"

- "Yeah, right," I dismissed her, and she, her eyes still red from crying, waved enthusiastically and then disappeared through the back door. When Kuroka was gone, I reached for my now cold coffee, reheated it, and took a sip.

Well, that's that taken care of, now I can make a list of what's left, which isn't that much.

First, my wedding. It's pretty strange that I haven't heard anything from Morgana, Tia, and Yasaka yet, even though I can definitely feel their presence in Kyoto.