I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

The pajamas still retained the sunny scent of that cheerful girl.

This should have made her feel awkward, but at this moment, this aura belonging to someone else acted as an anchor, giving her a wonderful sense of belonging.

However, the living room was empty.

Neither Sora nor Yui are there.

Lynn wasn't there either.

There was complete silence, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator running.

A strange sense of loss quietly gripped her heart.

Just then, a warm light shone through the crack in the door of the storage room, which should have been pitch black, accompanied by rustling sounds.

The light was like an invisible thread, drawing her in.

She held her breath and approached step by step until the cold door was within her reach.

She slowly and carefully brought her eyes closer to the gap.

It was as if they were peeping into a warm secret that didn't belong to them.

Through the crack in the door, she saw a scene that made her breath catch in her throat.

As Yui Yuigahama diligently wiped the high window, she turned back and said to Lynn, who was moving boxes, in a teasing tone with a hint of amusement:

"Really, teacher!"

"Didn't you just casually say, 'Since you insist, then so be it,' and make Xiaoli sleep on the floor?"

"Why did you suddenly have a change of heart today?"

Lynn paused, but without turning around, he sighed, his voice muffled as it came from behind the box:

"What can I do?"

"We can't just let her cry it out and then continue sleeping on the cold floor."

He paused, as if to find a more reasonable excuse for himself, and then added, this time with a much more confident tone:

"Besides, don't you find it troublesome to tidy up the living room floor every morning?"

"It's better to get it over with quickly than to suffer for a long time. It'll save you trouble later."

"Oh~ really?" Yui drew out her words, her clear eyes flashing with a cunning light that seemed to say, "I've seen through everything."

"I think the teacher just can't stand seeing girls cry, right?"

Lynn didn't answer again, but instead hurriedly increased the speed at which she moved the boxes, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Kasugano Sora remained kneeling silently on the floor the entire time, as if the conversations outside had nothing to do with her.

But Gabriel saw it clearly.

She was using a soft cloth to meticulously wipe the edge of a bed frame that was about to be covered with a sheet, over and over again.

That focus was as if they were polishing a sacred work of art.

——! ! !

Gabriel's mind went blank.

It turns out that the spontaneous drive wasn't just to blow away her unhappiness.

It turns out that the phrase "Go take a shower" wasn't just a gesture of consideration.

That was to buy her time.

That was to get her out of the way so that she and the other two "family members" could prepare this clumsy, silent, yet incredibly solemn welcoming ceremony for her.

This tenderness is not a condescending act of charity, nor is it a superficial consolation.

It has weight.

It was a heavy cardboard box, a dusty rag, and knees red from kneeling on the floor.

It is like a mountain built from the most inconspicuous details of the mortal world, yet it is heavy enough to completely crush and shatter her sacred pride that originated from the heavens.

She has always positioned herself as a "guide" and a "purifier".

She felt "humble" for condescending to sleep on the floor.

She felt "forgiving" for resolving the conflict between Yui and Sora.

She felt "diligent" for cleaning her apartment.

But it wasn't until this moment that she understood.

How insignificant and ridiculous are my own "seven virtues" in the face of this purest, selfless "heartfelt intention"?

After Lynn finished moving the last box, he straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

He looked at the clean and tidy room, which was already taking shape, and a tired but satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"Alright, the rest of the finishing work is up to you."

He smiled at the two girls, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I'm going to take a shower."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his room and bathroom, brushing past Gabriel who was standing there in a daze outside the door.

They didn't even notice her.

Gabriel watched his retreating figure. The Holy Spirit, which should have been harmonious and perfect, was now like a meteorite thrown into it, stirring up unprecedented waves.

An overwhelming emotion, almost consuming her, surged forth from the depths of her soul.

That wasn't just simple gratitude.

It was a mixture of reverence, awe, and some other emotion she had never understood before.

She figured it out.

It turns out that what shattered her divinity was not the seven deadly sins.

It was not a miracle that saved her soul.

Rather, it is these... the most ordinary, clumsy, yet most genuine warmth in the mundane world.

This thought, like a bolt of lightning, completely illuminated her chaotic mind, giving that surging emotion its only outlet!

She must do something!

She had to respond to this heartfelt sentiment immediately, without hesitation!

She wanted to tell him that she had received it!

She wanted to tell him that she understood!

When Gabriel came to her senses, her body had already acted before her thoughts, and she found herself standing in front of the bathroom door as if possessed.

The sound of rushing water came through the frosted glass door, like an invisible line separating reality from taboo.

'Back off!'

Her divine instincts sounded a final, piercing alarm.

But just as she was about to step back, the sound of water stopped.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a very soft, suppressed, and weary sigh coming from behind the door.

It was this sigh.

Like a feather, it became the last straw that broke the camel's back and destroyed her entire world.

'He's tired…'

'He's done so much for me... He's tired!'

This thought instantly transformed into an unstoppable torrent, shattering all her restraint, rationality, and sacred constraints.

She had to do something; she had to tell him right away!

"Click."

Her hand, as if possessing its own will, pushed open the unlocked door uncontrollably.

The sound of water abruptly stopped.

Then she saw it.

In the steamy bathroom, Lynn had just turned off the shower and was about to step out of the shower.

He was only loosely wrapped in a bath towel, and glistening water droplets were running down his well-defined collarbone, chest, and the smooth lines of his abdominal muscles. Her gaze slowly slid down, finally disappearing into the area covered by the white bath towel…

His wet black hair clung to his forehead, and a few strands of water trickled down his handsome cheeks.

He seemed surprised that someone would break in; he paused slightly and looked up.

boom--

Gabriel's prepared words of gratitude vanished in an instant.

Her brain completely shut down.

Her angelic instincts screamed from the depths of her soul, sounding the highest level of alarm.

[Danger! Impure! Taboo! Run!!!!]

However, just as she was about to scream and flee, driven by this sacred instinct, she saw Lynn's eyes.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of languor, appeared exceptionally deep now, thanks to the misty fog.

But there was no anger, no disgust, only a trace of pure... astonishment.

(He...wasn't angry?)

This thought struck like a thunderbolt, cleaving through the chaos in Gabriel's mind.

(Why...didn't you lock the door?)

A crazy, absurd, yet incredibly tempting idea, like the only piece of driftwood a drowning person can grab onto, instantly gave her a foothold!

(This is by no means an oversight!)

(This is allowed!)

(This is a privilege reserved for "family"!)

(right!)

(What I see is nothing other than trust! It's proof of family bonds!)

This thought, like a divine revelation, provided her with a perfect and irreproachable reason for her sudden intrusion!

It cloaked her curiosity about the beautiful body before her in a sacred and sublime guise called "family privilege"!

In an instant, all the fear and struggle stemming from the angel's instinct vanished.

Instead of backing down, she stood there confidently.

'This is not a sin,' she told herself. 'I am responding to his trust.'

So her gaze became bolder.

She admired the trajectory of the water droplets as they slid down.

She admired the perfectly sculpted lines.

This is no longer a sinful act of spying.

This is her exercising her rights as a "family member".

This is receiving the "reward for trust" he has given!

This desire—which completely de-sexualized the other person's "body," viewing it as a "family privilege" and a "healing reward," and which she herself had thoroughly rationalized—became the final straw that broke her divinity.

Just as she was engrossed in watching, and even began to wonder if this body was strong enough to move those heavy books in the Heavenly Library.

A faint, crisp sound, like shattering glass, suddenly resounded deep within her soul.

click-

Above her head, the once pure white angelic halo radiating soft holy light, a dark, spiderweb-like crack spread rapidly and without warning.

Almost simultaneously, a cold system notification exploded in Lynn's mind.