In the Tower of Babel, Kali sneezed out of the blue, making an adorable noise as she did.

“Winter getting to you?” Freya asked absentmindedly while sewing a small insignia on a napkin.

As much as she would have loved to work on Medea’s wedding dress she had been explicitly forbidden from even approaching the general direction of the dress, let alone fiddling with it.

The one in charge was none other than Duchess Arachne Milaris. As much as Freya had confidence in her talent, there was no denying that Arachne was vastly superior to her.

Hearing her sister, a snicker leaked from Kali, “You know that is impossible. If a King would fall sick just because of the weather, well, then it would be the least of my worries.”

King-rank beings were already on the road toward transcendence. Common diseases had no way of affecting them nor could the seasons have any effect on them.

“Anyway, forget about your sneeze. What do you think of this? Two snakes coiling together. You know? Since Sol is a Blessed of Luxuria and Medea is under Asmodeus' authority, it seems fitting, doesn’t it?” Freya showed the napkin to her sister. The main background was the usual pink but it seemed like Freya had been wise enough to add more color into the mix.

Of the two snakes coiling, one had gold scales and an unusual pair of horns sticking out of its head. From Kali’s perspective, it looked more like a Chinese dragon than a snake. The second one was entirely white with monochrome eyes of gold and red.

Well, Kali had to admit… the embroidery looked wonderful. However, she also spotted a major problem.

“It’s great and all… But you know that there will most likely be hundreds of important invitees and thousands of normal guests, right? Do you plan to sew all of them by yourself?”

“Of course not. Do you take me for an idiot? I just need to complete this template and my girls will take care of it.”

Listening to Freya’s retort, Kali barely kept herself from mentioning that Milaris had an entire supply and production line— immensely useful for mass production tasks. She knew that her sister had formed a weird sense of rivalry against the duchess for some reason only she knew.

Which was hilarious when Kali thought about it since, in terms of pure power alone, Freya could crush someone like Milaris without even breaking a sweat.

“Now that I think about it. Shouldn’t you have gone to the Hermes’ Mansion? That dwarf girl is your friend, right?” Freya asked absent-mindedly, wondering if there was anything else she could add to her design to make it… pop.

“That she is. But if my hunch is right regarding what triggered her enlightenment I believe it would be wise for me to hide here for some time.” Kali giggled and Freya put down her work, gazing at her sister with suspicion.

“Kali, just what in hell have you done this time?” Freya knew that Kali could become a crazy, mad bitch when she let her mind run wild. After all, she had even temporarily joined the side of Chaos once just to attain her goal. Even hundreds of years ago, she started studying so many elements and somehow managed to fuse them and control the concept of Destruction perfectly— a feat that was once considered the height of lunacy.

Freya had met many unconventional people in her long life. But Kali took the cake or she did…

Now that I think about it. That girl, Theresa, and also Milaris are not quite right in the head either.

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“Well… Technically, nothing. But…” Kali started…

“Kali, come to my office. We need to talk.” However, she was interrupted mid sentence by Sol’s call. Unexpectedly, she could not trace just where he was even though she could clearly hear his voice.

Freya snickered, “Good luck. Seems like he’s angry.”

Freya had made a promise with Sol before the ritual and she planned to get what she was promised. At the moment, however, she was more focused on making sure her sister, Medea’s wedding would be perfect.

Kali grimaced and stood up. She felt like she was a troublemaker student being called to the principal’s office. Things were clearly not going well for her.

***

A few minutes later, Kali found herself sitting in Sol’s office with her head bowed down and eyes shut. She had been wondering how she could feel his energy signature in many places simultaneously but knew better than to question him about it.

Well, he doesn’t seem angry, at least. She mused to herself in the silence. She had seen what an angry Sol could do. She did not want to get on his bad side.

The suffocating silence lingered between them for a few more seconds.

“Do you know why I have called you here?” Sol asked out of the blue, voice calm, not letting his emotions slip. That made Kali’s worries skyrocket. A calm Sol was far more frightening as there was no way to judge his mood.

“Can I plead the 5th?” She asked timidly.

“Kali… She is making a bomb! A Fucking nuclear bomb powered with mana.” Sol had to force himself to not shout.

“Okay! Okay! I apologize, okay!? I didn’t mean to do that. How was I to know she would be able to draw the design of a nuclear bomb from just a few explanations? Hell, even I don’t know how to make one and I wield the power of Destruction!” Kali exclaimed. She found the whole situation extremely unjust.

While she had some knowledge about sciences thanks to her studies, she was no pro. She had mostly been a recluse otaku before her death. All she talked about with Theresa were a few theories and personal ideas, as well as a heavy dose of anime and manga knowledge.

Who in their right mind would think someone could use such fragmented knowledge and procure such a frightening result?

Sol groaned to himself. He knew that this was not the time to point fingers. How Theresa was able to attain such results was not important anymore. What mattered was that she had achieved.

This reminds me of something. Lilith created her sword art after Mars told her a few Xianxia’s stories, right?

Thinking along those lines, he could only sigh out loud. Clearly the people of this world were dangerous geniuses who only needed the right boost and the general knowledge about things to accomplish wonders. That or he was just surrounded by literal freaks.

“Look… Okay, I get it.” He waved his hand, calming down Kali before she really cried due to all the indignation she was feeling. “What is done is done. There is no putting back that genie in its lamp. The only way would be to quite literally kill Theresa. Otherwise, the more we constraint her, the crazier she will become and even rebel.”

Sol had a certain measure for geniuses like Theresa. He knew that restrictions and doubts would only create problems for them. What he needed was to give her the freedom to create what she needed but also make sure to think of all the potential problems and solutions for the problems that accompany the creations.

“My head hurts. It was supposed to be a time for me to rest. Not for worrying about possible nuclear warfare and the subsequent fallout.” Sol groaned with his head between his hands and Kali could show him a sheepish grin in response.

“Hey, look at the bright side. At least we will be getting a flying island. Pretty cool, don’t you think?”

Sol glared at Kali, but soon his gaze softened, “You are right. That will indeed be pretty awesome.” Kali understood too well that deep down, Sol was as much an Otaku as her. There was no way he wouldn’t be excited about such a thing.

Like this, the two reincarnators sharing the same singular brain cell started working on possible regulations to stop Theresa from potentially destroying the world in the future.