[‘The Language that Builds the World’ shouts and shakes the Development Headquarters with overwhelming divinity!]

[‘The Scales Judging Souls’ expresses intense contempt and disgust, saying he hates that guy—not even worthy as a side male lead but just a mob character!]

[‘The Eye Watching the Chaos of All Things’ rubs its eyes vigorously, trying to wash away what it just heard!]

[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ pulls out a ‘+8 Reinforced Construction Hammer’ and swings it filled with murderous intent.]

[‘The Sarcastic Balancer’ gets chat banned for use of inappropriate language and spamming.]

<Isn’t that guy completely crazy?>

“Indeed. His mind is flying away like a balloon... Ah, I’ll stop.”

Better to say nothing than get censored.

Meanwhile, an unseasonably cold chill filled the audience chamber. The culprit was obvious.

“How dare you?”

“.......”

“Not me?”

“.......”

“With Ayleth Rodeline?”

“.......”

With each word Reid spoke, the temperature dropped noticeably.

The impostor Beeric, surprisingly gutsy, trembled but delivered his memorized lines well.

“Y-yes! It was me who spent a passionate night with the saint that day...!”

“......”

“To reach the stars you have to look at the sky...! But the Tower Mage Lord couldn’t see the sky...!”

“......”

“Therefore, Ire is undoubtedly my daughter!”

The impostor gazed at me with feigned tenderness.

“Ire, won’t you call me daddy?”

Reid’s face completely drained of color, his eyes clouded. His humanity seemed to be leaking away in real time.

It was time to act quickly to prevent the world’s destruction. I looked the impostor straight in the eye and spoke.

“Daddy.”

“......!”

The impostor brightened instantly; Reid and Moriphis flinched.

Surprised? Listen to the whole thing.

“—what are you talking about? That’s ridiculous.”

“......huh?”

Looking at the impostor’s stupid expression stirred sadistic urges. Just then, the system announced counterattack time.

[ Time remaining until ‘Genre Change Ticket Trial’ ends: 1 minute.]

“Sir.”

I jumped out of Reid’s arms and approached the impostor. Due to the stairs, I could look down on Beeric despite my small child’s body.

No courtesy for the impostor. I crossed my arms and spoke with a cocky attitude.

“You’re a good actor. Which troupe are you with and how much did you get paid? Is the client the Church?”

“......W-what are you saying, our Ire?”

The fake name annoyed me every time he called it.

“First, I should introduce myself.”

“Introduce?”

“Yes. I’ll say it once, so listen carefully.”

Though in a child’s body, the rank I’ve built remains. Beeric hiccupped and nodded earnestly.

“First, I am not the daughter of the Sacred Scripture.”

“......”

“My mother is Eltea Rodeline. My father is Leonard Rodeline. My brother is Prinz Rodeline. And I am—”

[ ‘Genre Change Ticket Trial’ usage has ended!]

My limbs stretched long. The clothes that had comfortably covered my child’s body became tight and turned into a miniskirt.

Bang, I took ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) a step forward with my elongated legs, pointing right in front of the impostor.

“I am the Sacred Scripture herself, you brat.”

“W-what......?! N-no, how is this possible......!”

“Had time to spare, so I enjoyed the sweetness of life, why?”

“Eek!”

The startled impostor stumbled backward and fell embarrassingly.

Meanwhile, Moriphis and the spectators stared wide-eyed. Only Reid calmly draped his cloak over my shoulders.

Reid stood and summarized the situation.

“Lock Beeric Oblon in prison. Charges: impersonation of the Sacred Scripture, identity theft, blasphemy, attempted child abduction. Under Special Law Article 27, I will personally interrogate him.”

“W-w-wait! I was just doing as told......! Please, please have mercy! Ugh, waaah......!”

As Beeric was dragged away by the armpits, the commotion ended.

Mages who had witnessed the events muttered dumbfoundedly.

“Not the daughter, but the person herself.”

“No wonder. I thought it was virgin conception......”

“He doesn’t look like the Tower Mage Lord at all, so honestly I believed the virgin conception.”

“Well, isn’t it common sense to think it’s another man’s child?”

“Would the Tower Mage Lord really spare another guy’s child?”

“True, he’d probably have executed him out of jealousy already.”

“Exactly.”

Moriphis, closer than the others, sparkled his eyes at me and spoke.

“Sacred Scripture! I apologize for my great misunderstanding!”

“An apology? Moriphis, you?”

“Now I see she wasn’t virgin conception but a virgin herself! Very glad, so I’ll share good news too. Actually, I’m still a bachelor!”

“Say one more word and I’ll throw you into the Shrine of Ten Thousand Gods.”

“Eek! I don’t expect to come back alive from there!”

“So shut your mouth.”

As Moriphis and I bickered, Reid interjected.

“Hey, excuse me.”

He suddenly scooped me up. The posture we often used during the parenting genre experience.

Though Reid’s arms were as steady as ever, it felt awkward holding me in an adult woman’s body.

“What’s this, Reid?”

Before I could ask to be put down, Reid preemptively replied.

“Habit.”

“Well, still......”

“You’re barefoot right now.”

“That’s true......”

“Let’s go.”

Finding excuses, he quieted me down and quickly crossed the audience chamber, evading prying eyes and heading for a place for just the two of us.

✠

The upper floors of the ultra-tall skyscraper served as an excellent observatory. Through the sparsely installed massive arched glass windows, an overwhelming expanse of green stretched out, stealing one’s heart.

It felt like walking in a corridor floating above the sky.

Though I wasn’t walking on my own feet.

“......”

“......”

Reid and I remained silent as we walked along the corridor. Only the heavy, precise footsteps absorbed and echoed faintly by the carpet filled the small space.

Still held by Reid, we climbed one more floor and saw the Tower Mage Lord’s room.

As if tended by an invisible hand, a large door embossed with geometric magic circles opened automatically and closed behind us as we entered.

Reid carefully seated me on the couch and personally slipped on my slip-ons.

The warmth of his hand gently gripping my ankle and the delicate touch sliding over my instep to support my toes somehow made my face flush.

After the attentive care, Reid did not get up. He simply looked up at me while remaining low.

“......”

“......”

Still, he said nothing.

His gaze made me feel awkward for no reason, and the quiet silence made me strangely unsure of what to do.

Eventually, pretending to complain, I broke the silence.

“Why do you keep... just staring like that?”

“Because it’s been a while.”

“Oh.”

It was understandable since it was the first time seeing my original form in fifteen days.

“You were cute even when you were younger.”

“True. I thought so too.”

I nodded proudly, and Reid responded with a low, pleasant laugh.

“But honestly, I like you better now that you’re back.”

Suddenly, he leaned forward and brought his face close to mine. His harmonious handsome features invaded a dangerously close distance to my heart.

“Ire.”

He called my name but said nothing more.

I instinctively inhaled sharply. As always, my intuition was faster than thought.

‘Ah, no. This is dangerous.’

If this continued, the atmosphere would get out of control. Exhaling deeply the air I had held in my lungs, I began to persuade him gently.

“Y-you know, Reid.”

“Yeah, child.”

“I returned to my original body from the child’s body, but this is separate from the curse. So the curse hasn’t been lifted yet.”

Unexpectedly, he replied.

“I know.”

“R-really?”

“You said the offering was insufficient.”

Of course, he was a clever regressor. I had worried needlessly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he asked me some questions.

“Do you still have offerings left to break the curse?”

“I do.”

“But since you hesitate, it seems you might fail again.”

“Yeah......”

“Then another fifteen days will fly by?”

“Exactly......”

I listed the expected scenarios.

If it’s a two-time parenting genre.

“I might become a child again.”

“Cute but enough.”

If it’s an animal transformation genre.

“Maybe I could become an animal too.”

“The chimera researcher would go crazy.”

If it’s the genre that tormented Hidden Power Attention Seeker.

“Maybe... I’d become a man...”

“......”

“......”

Too awkward?

Let’s try to refresh the mood.

“Or maybe you could become a woman instead......”

“......”

“......”

[‘The Eye Watching the Chaos of All Things’ fires laser beams from its eyes in extreme excitement.]

Refreshing the mood had no effect except making the eye even more excited.

While Reid washed his face, I twisted my fingers in my hair.

“The odds are brutal.”

“Seems so.”

Still, what can we do? There was no other way.

As promised, we took a deep breath together and exchanged glances.

“So now... you’re going to... do it?”

“Yes.”