Noah gazed at the witches gathered before him, the corners of his mouth curved ever so slightly.

His gaze lingered an extra second on Emilia.

Among the witches, only Emilia didn't know him.

"Lord Noah! It's really been so long!" Alice sprang from her chair in a flash, arms wide open as she pounced forward.

Noah opened his arms to catch her. Alice clung to him like an octopus, huff huff inhaling his scent like an obsessed fangirl.

"You really haven't changed at all, Alice."

Of course Noah knew exactly what Alice was thinking. As the Heavenly Principle, even a trace of his aura was a potent tonic for any existence in the universe. He was a supreme elixir incarnate.

Alice snuggled her head into Noah's chest, giggling guhehehe. "Lord Noah, you already know what I'm like. Our last time together was several thousand years ago. I've missed you terribly."

Having the Heavenly Principle of Teyvat as her man? How thrilling! She could still vividly remember the days of euphoric ecstasy from thousands of years ago.

As the saying goes, once you taste the marrow, you crave the bone. She'd held back for thousands of years, from her days as a mere transcendent to her current rank as a Primary God.

Noah patted Alice's perky rear. "That little scheme of yours—I'll make sure you're thoroughly satisfied this time."

Alice, being no fool, easily understood what Noah had come here for.

Among the Grand Witches of the Witches' Council, aside from Emilia and Mona, every one of them carried Noah's aura.

That alone made it obvious—they were all beings personally nurtured by the Heavenly Principle.

"So then, you're here to collect all of us at once, aren't you~?" Alice whispered mischievously in Noah's ear.

Noah smirked. "As if you didn't already know."

Alice was someone who had shared intimacy with him long ago and conversed with him like a modern-day woman. Before arriving in Teyvat, she had traveled across many worlds and even throughout a great universe. Her mindset was completely different from other gods.

The Seven Deadly Sins Witches snapped out of their daze. Seeing Alice clinging to Noah like an octopus left them all stunned.

They rushed up to him in a fluster.

"Lord Noah, Pandora didn't know you were coming. That was terribly rude of me~~."

"L-Lord Noah! I'm so sorry! We didn't know you would be visiting, we didn't mean to be disrespectful!" Echidona stammered, like a love-struck girl fumbling for words.

"I'm sorry, Daphne apologizes to you."

"Typhon wants to say sorry too."

"Huff... Walking over is so exhausting... I submit..." The Witch of Sloth collapsed on the floor, too lazy to take another step.

"Um, I'm sorry, Lord Noah." Satella curtsied, lifting her skirt.

"Ahhh! W-Why am I just standing here in a daze?!"

Ironically, the last ones to react were Barbeloth and Nicole Reeyn.

They scrambled forward and dropped to one knee before Noah, their hearts pounding thump thump thump, beads of sweat rolling down their temples.

"We greet Lord Heavenly Principle! Glory to the Eternal Heavenly Principle!"

They were stunned.

First, the sudden appearance of the Heavenly Principle had left them dumbfounded. Then, watching Alice run up and boldly embrace him had short-circuited their brains.

Finally, overhearing Alice's intimate conversation with Lord Noah had utterly shocked them.

Alice had known Lord Noah all along—and they were that close? Close enough to be that shameless?

Their hearts were overwhelmed with a mix of awe and envy.

That Alice! And she called them "sisters"? She had such a miraculous encounter and never said a word? What a plastic sister!

"Lord Heavenly Principle!"

The Seven Deadly Sins Witches all widened their eyes in unison.

This person—he was the Heavenly Principle!

They weren't fresh novices who had only just ascended to the Supreme Divine Realm.

After becoming True Gods, they had learned many secrets.

Only those at or above the level of a True God were qualified to enter the Divine Hall and meet the God-above-Gods and the Heavenly Principle.

They hadn't been there themselves, but they knew what it meant.

And now, it all made sense.

They had never suspected he was the Heavenly Principle. After all, the eight God-above-Gods were all goddesses. So if he wasn't one of them, he must be a Primordial God—or so they had assumed.

Never had they imagined that the one who granted them the Sin Divine Seats was the Heavenly Principle himself.

Thump, thump, thump...

Their hearts pounded uncontrollably.

Mona and Emilia, who had only just snapped out of their daze, hurriedly rushed over and knelt down on one knee alongside their seniors.

"T-The H-Heavenly... Principle... L-Lord..." Mona stammered, her voice shaking.

As an astrologer—and one from original Teyvat—she understood better than anyone what the Heavenly Principle truly was.

And then she remembered.

That man—wasn't he the one she had met long, long ago? The one who tied her up and teased her for fun?

The Heavenly Principle?! He was the Heavenly Principle!

Her mind spun.

Emilia clasped her hands to her chest, her heart racing. It was her first time being this close to someone of such stature.

The highest deity she had ever seen before this was Lady Furina—and even then, only from a great distance at the opera house.

As for directly communicating with such figures, she had done so occasionally, but only via public chat channels.

For example, Sumeru's Supreme God Nahida, who had helped her revive the elves of her village.

Pandora was the first to speak up respectfully. "Lord Heavenly Principle, might we ask what purpose your descent serves?"

Noah smiled. "When I brought you back to life, I told you—you would be my possessions from that day on."

"Well… maybe that was redundant. Since the entire universe belongs to me, you naturally do too."

"So no matter what I do to you, it's only right, isn't it?"

Pandora smiled gently. Her petite, pale frame could barely hold up the oversized white robe she wore, which looked ready to fall off at any moment.

"Yes, we witches have always known our fate. It was predestined. We've known it for a long time."

"Ever since becoming gods, we have searched for you. Now that you've appeared, it means it is time for us to fulfill our end of the contract."

Echidona placed a hand on her chest, like a bashful girl in love. "Yes, we've waited so long."

Emilia blinked in confusion. A contract? Between the witches and the Supreme Lord Heavenly Principle? She had no idea.

Carmilla, noticing Emilia's puzzled expression, whispered shyly into her ear.

"U-Um, Emilia-chan... it's about the contract we witches made."

Emilia quickly nodded, blinking innocently.

"You said once that you were helped by Sumeru's God of Wisdom, right?"

"That god didn't tell you what the price would be, only that you should follow Nicole Reeyn to the Witches' Council and wait for it."

Emilia nodded again, still bewildered, and instinctively replied through voice transmission. "That was the price? What's the price?"

Lord Nahida had resurrected the elves of her village, and Emilia knew such miracles required a steep price.

It involved passing through the Underworld's reincarnation system and offering merit along with a Supreme God's seal.

Carmilla's voice trembled with shyness as she answered.

"The price is... for us witches to become Lord Heavenly Principle's possessions. Or, to put it another way... his brides."

Emilia froze. Then her cheeks flushed bright red, and a wave of bashfulness surged up inside her.

"B-Brides?!"

Emilia was now a True God and no longer as naïve as before. Naturally, she understood what becoming a bride meant.

She used to think that a kiss would lead to having children. Later, she learned it involved much shier things.

As for how she found out—well, it was thanks to the magazines that the witches at the Witches' Council often read. Every time, their discussions would leave her blushing furiously.

In the end, it was always Puck who would appear and shred those magazines to pieces, chasing off the witches who were reading them.

"So... next, it's going to be..." Emilia covered her cheeks with both hands, even her elf ears turning red.

Noah glanced at Emilia. How could their whispering escape his ears?

Was it Nahida who arranged this? No, Nahida wouldn't do something like that—it was clearly Buer. Buer was trying to learn from Raiden Makoto now.

He looked toward the witches whose eyes brimmed with anticipation.

They all bore contracts with him. In truth, they had longed for this.

Especially Pandora and Echidona—the desire was practically overflowing from their eyes.

To witches with ambition, he—The Heavenly Principle—was the embodiment of infinite knowledge and power, a being of overwhelming allure.

Noah reached out his hand. Alice immediately clung to his arm, and Echidona was even faster than Pandora, hugging his other arm.

The supreme will of the Heavenly Principle guided her—she had long been ready.

Mona instantly understood what was about to happen.

After all, the will of the Heavenly Principle was a revelation. As an astrologer, how could she not realize it?

"So... so it's really like this!"

Mona turned to her excited master, Barbeloth.

Now she finally understood why her teacher always acted a bit crazed. So this was the reason!

All those times she'd spoken of sharing blessings, bearing burdens together, or having been chosen by a great being—it all made sense now.

At this moment, Mona didn't even know what to say to her teacher.

But she wasn't angry or upset.

Back when she had first met this man, she had been deeply impressed, and that impression had quietly grown into affection. His face often floated into her mind.

She had even tried searching for him—but failed. Even her astrology had proven useless. Eventually, she gave up.

She now knew—this was a secret crush.

Noah clapped his hands lightly. The space around them shifted, transforming into a pure white hall. At its center stood a massive white throne—large enough to hold a hundred people with ease.

What followed was a familiar and well-loved story.

Noah pushed Echidona and Alice onto the throne. Alice immediately pounced.

Pleasure was something that required a certain sense of ceremony. Simply drawing the holy sword and matching it to its scabbard would be the dullest way to start.

What mattered most was everything that came before—the slow unlocking of anticipation.

Going straight to the sword-in-scabbard moment would be base and unsatisfying, a waste of everything leading up to it.

With elves, Noah particularly enjoyed their features. Whether biting those elf ears or gripping both hands like bicycle handles—it was always pleasant.

As for Echidona, it was her waist-length, silky white hair that stood out.

She had the best figure among the witches.

Her pure white hair was useful in many ways—wiping down the holy sword, for instance, was a delightful experience.

At the same time, a surging cosmic aura began to spread. Echidona's alignment with her Sin Divine Seat increased, and her presence visibly strengthened.

The ultimate secrets of the cosmos were laid bare in an instant.

Echidona's eyes widened with fanaticism. As she instinctively licked along the edge of the holy sword, she guided the blade into its scabbard.

The essence of the cosmos and the mysteries of countless Laws were fully revealed before her.

The witches instantly sank into intoxicated fascination, as if submerged in an ocean of ultimate secrets.

Yet they didn't lose consciousness. The mature Sin Witches, Barbeloth, and Nicole Reeyn were all fine—they had long anticipated and longed for this.

But the innocent Witch of Pride, Typhon, tilted her head slightly and curiously tugged on Emilia's sleeve, blinking her eyes: "Emilia, Emilia, what kind of game is the Heavenly Principle-sama playing with Echidona and the others? It looks so fun. You can do that? And that too?"

Emilia's mind was already hazy. She stammered, unsure of what to say: "Um, that… well…"

In this place, time passed far more slowly than outside. Even if a year passed here, only a second would pass out there.

In less than seven days, Echidona and Alice were already done, having completely lost consciousness and slipped into a dream.

Noah smiled and beckoned toward the Sin Witches with a curl of his finger.

Satella, Sekhmet, Minerva, Daphne, Pandora, Carmilla, and Typhon all climbed onto the pure white throne.

Every witch possessed a completely distinct aura and personality.

Noah liked each one of them and was quite adept at appreciating and bringing out their beauty.

Take Sekhmet for example—she was so lazy that she didn't want to move at all, her feeble, listless posture resembling a silicone doll.

Minerva, the Witch of Wrath, always seemed ticklish and perpetually angry. When the holy sword entered its scabbard, her tearful, furious expression was simply too amusing.

Daphne, true to her Witch of Gluttony name, drooled constantly wanting to eat, and when her stomach grumbled, her drool flowed like a running faucet.

Having her mouth swallow the holy sword brought an entirely different kind of extreme enjoyment.

Though Carmilla held the Authority of Lust, she was shockingly pure—like a sheltered country girl. Each time she moved, she'd cover her mouth to stifle any sound.

The most fascinating, however, was Pandora. Her skin was snowy white, paired with long white hair, and her delicate frame looked like a finely crafted porcelain doll.

If she resembled fine porcelain, then not using her to hold fruit and licking the plate clean afterward would truly be a waste.

As for Typhon, though she was already several thousand years old, she still looked exactly the same as when she first appeared.

Someone so adorable clearly couldn't be bullied. Instead, Noah let her carefully polish the holy sword with her hands.

Barbeloth, Mona, Nicole Reeyn, and Emilia simply watched for over ten days, completely absorbed in the spectacle.

After finishing with the Sin Witches, Noah turned playfully toward Emilia, who was covering her flushed cheeks, Barbeloth whose legs had gone weak, and Nicole Reeyn with a silly grin.

"Your turn. Come here."

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