The sunlight streaming in forced Altair to open his eyes. The sudden brightness made him raise a hand to shield his vision, and after a moment of adjustment, he lowered it.

"Ah, morning already?"

Glancing at the sun outside the window, Altair confirmed the time and rubbed his cheeks to wake himself up.

As he did, a faint fragrance reached his nose, emanating from his hand.

It was Rinslet's scent, lingering from the previous night.

The thought brought back memories of the evening before. Captivated by Rinslet's charm, Altair had kissed her repeatedly, six times, to be exact, before transferring his magical energy through the final kiss, leaving a black dragon-shaped seal on her chest.

It was a basic application of his magic, but sufficient to mimic a contract seal.

With each kiss, Rinslet grew increasingly shy. It was her first time being so intimate with a boy, let alone multiple times. By the sixth kiss, her shrine maiden outfit had slipped, exposing her completely to Altair. Only then did the contract succeed. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Rinslet clung to him, burying her face in his chest, too shy to look up.

Feeling he might have pushed her too far, Altair held her gently, offering comforting words. He promised to stay by her side as her contracted spirit, which finally calmed her down.

Still flustered, Rinslet spoke a few words to him before rushing out, her face red, to share the news of their successful contract with her maid, Carol, who had been eavesdropping outside the bedroom.

Whatever Carol said in response, Rinslet soon returned, blushing, and asked to sleep with Altair.

Could he refuse such a request?

They slept together on her small single bed, with Rinslet clinging to his arm and pressing against him all night, allowing Altair to enjoy her soft warmth. Having experienced Hestia's nightly habit of climbing onto him and hugging him tightly, Altair wasn't fazed. Rinslet, a pure and shy maiden, couldn't compare to Hestia's boldness.

Looking at his left arm, which Rinslet had held all night, Altair couldn't help but muse.

"What a pleasant memory."

He was in trouble. Rinslet had completely captivated him. Kissing her multiple times the previous night was proof enough. If this continued, he might have to make her one of his wives. That way, it wouldn't count as cheating, since he was devoted only to his wives.

Rustle,

The bedsheets stirred, interrupting his thoughts.

Feeling the movement, Altair propped himself up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of a bulge between his legs under the sheets.

"Mm…"

With a soft whimper, the sheets were pulled back, revealing a silver-haired girl.

She straddled Altair's thighs, her left hand resting on his abdomen while her right shielded her eyes from the sunlight streaming through the window. After adjusting to the light, she rubbed her eyes sleepily, then looked up at Altair, still a bit dazed, and spoke softly, her hands pressing against his abdomen.

"Good morning, Master."

"Good morning." Altair replied with a gentle smile.

There she was, his holy sword wife!

Silver hair, adorably sleepy, wearing only knee-high stockings, this was his Terminus Est!

Altair couldn't help but admire her.

The morning sunlight cast a holy glow around Est, her silver hair shimmering. The light obscured anything that might be deemed inappropriate, but her fair skin, even fairer than Rinslet's post-bath glow from the night before, was still visible.

Combined with her sleepy demeanor, petite frame, soft skin, and perfectly fitting knee-high stockings, she was utterly charming, distinctly different from his first wife, Hestia.

A small hand pressed against the black stockings in his line of sight.

Hm?

Altair looked up to find Est covering her stockings, her face tinged with shyness.

"Master, you can't… look there."

There it was, her adorable quirk of being shy about her feet! She could forgo clothes entirely but was intensely self-conscious about her feet.

Though he already knew this about Est, Altair found it endlessly charming and couldn't resist teasing her.

"Oh? Why not? Is there a problem?"

Altair feigned confusion, his gaze lingering on her small feet.

"It's… too embarrassing." Est replied softly, trying to hide her feet with her hands, though her tiny hands couldn't cover them completely.

Comparing her feet to his hand through the gaps, Altair noted they were smaller than his palm. He could probably envelop one entirely with a single hand.

Shifting his gaze back to her face, he saw her cheeks flush pink from his attention to her feet.

"By the way, why aren't you wearing clothes?"

"Clothes? I'm properly wearing my knee-high stockings."

"So, stockings count as clothes?"

Altair knew this quirk but couldn't resist pointing it out. Est froze, then blushed deeply.

"Does Master want to take off my stockings? Master, you're so naughty!"

Hey, you're calling me naughty? I'll show you naughty!

Intrigued, Altair reached for her thigh, tugging at her stockings. Est panicked, pressing her hands against his to stop him.

"No! No way!"

Altair only teased her lightly, not intending to remove them fully. Seeing he'd pushed her enough, any more, and she might cry, he withdrew his hand. Est adjusted her stockings back into place, looking at him with a pout and softly complaining.

"Master, you're naughty."

"Sorry, sorry. You're just too cute; I couldn't help myself."

Altair grinned apologetically, offering a perfectly reasonable excuse.

Est glanced at him, no longer complaining, and leaned closer, her hands still on his abdomen.

"Est."

"Terminus Est, my name. In human terms, that's how it's pronounced."

"Est, got it."

Hearing her introduce herself, Altair followed suit.

"My name is Altair. You can call me Altair."

"Altair?"

Est tilted her head, puzzled. The name was unlike any human name she knew.

"Yep."

"Altair."

"Mm-hm."

"Altair."

"I'm right here."

Est called his name twice, and Altair responded patiently, even reaching out to pat her head with a warm smile.

Enjoying his touch, Est squinted happily. After a moment, she spoke again.

"Altair, form a formal contract with me."

"Alright, "

Before he could finish, Est wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Master Altair, breakfast is ready. You can get up now."

The bedroom door swung open, and Rinslet entered, holding a ladle and wearing an apron. She had woken earlier than Altair to prepare breakfast and was now calling him to eat.

But as she opened the door, she saw her high-ranking spirit, the one she kissed six times to contract with, being passionately kissed by a girl wearing nothing but knee-high stockings.

Clatter,

The ladle fell from Rinslet's hand, her eyes wide.

Who was this girl, wearing only stockings, in her room? Why was she kissing her Master Altair?

Wait, someone must have snuck in through the window while she was cooking breakfast, trying to steal her contracted spirit!

"Fenrir!"

Rinslet summoned her ice spirit, which transformed into a blue longbow. She gripped it with her left hand, drew the string with her right, and an ice arrow materialized.

"Magic Ice Bolt!"

Boom,

An explosion of ice erupted in the girls' dormitory.

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[Lord of Mysteries: Incarnation of Chaos]

Have you ever wondered what would happen if someone from a Lovecraftian world got isekai'd into another world built on Lovecraftian themes? Well, it's absolute chaos.

Meet Alaric, a human(questionably) survivor of the madness and chaos caused by a certain crawling chaos, who, thanks to the kindness of a certain bubble daddy, got isekai'd into the "fake it till you make it" world.

What will he do in this strange new world? Climb the ladder of power to become that impossible god unless you're just a pawn of a certain russian priest or a certain goth mommy?

Or become a cheshire cat, leaping onto the 4D chessboard to disrupt the schemes and mind games of these bizarre folks?

For Alaric, it's not a tough choice. But before he picks either path, he must, of course, uphold the time-honored tradition of isekai'd victims(questionably) that forms the foundation of this world.

What's that tradition?

Keeping a diary.

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[Alaric's Transmigration Diary]

[Day 1: I encountered Amon. Used a special technique to summon a projection of the Ancient Sun God, who personally delivered a heavy slap to Amon. Hope Amon appreciates this weighty paternal affection.]

[Day 2: I received an invitation from the Aurora Order. Told them I want it all... looks, brains, and combat prowess... and invited them to join my newly founded Joker Club.]

[Day 3: I met Leonard and acknowledged Gramps Pallez. Declined Leonard's enthusiastic suggestion for the old man to move in with me, as I'd rather not have a old man critiquing my every move, even in private moments.]

[Day 4: I told Klein I plan to pray to a deity named The Fool. Watched his eyes widen in shock and kindly offered him some eye drops.]

[Day 5: I listened to Medici perform a two-hour comedy routine. Suggested he go professional and invited him to share a meal.]

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[Day 666: I fully absorbed a certain crawling chaos fragment within me. From now on, I am the Fifth Pillar.]