Satria Mansion
Some members of the Satria household began returning home.
Rimuru, Raphael, and Morgan Le Fay had just arrived after wrapping up Tempest's affairs.
Valiana came back from the Underworld, at the same time too.
As soon as they entered the living room, their eyes immediately locked onto the unfamiliar woman sitting calmly with tea in hand—Noa.
The air went still. Then their gazes turned toward Satria.
"…Dear," Rimuru said sweetly, smile dangerously gentle. "Another one? Really? Care to explain who she is?"
Satria froze, sensing imminent death flags rising. "I'm innocent! I swear! If you don't believe me, ask Valiana! I'm not suicidal enough to flirt with anyone new behind you!"
Rimuru tilted her head. "Is that true, Valiana-san?"
Valiana shrugged, trying not to laugh. "Yup. He's been a good boy today. No secret flings, no weird comic seductions. Let him breathe, Rimuru-san."
Raphael stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "Then who exactly is this woman, husband?"
Satria sighed, tapping his wives' foreheads lightly. A surge of golden light passed through them—memories of the day's events flowed into their minds.
Within seconds, their suspicious faces softened.
Rimuru's eyes widened. "Oh… wow. You did all that today?" She instantly hugged him tight. "I'm sorry for doubting you, dear~ You did amazing!"
Raphael nodded approvingly. "Indeed. That was a wise move, rejecting that devil's offer. You've done well, my love."
Morgan crossed her arms, smiling faintly. "Hmph. These girl wasn't worthy anyway. But this Noa…" She turned her gaze toward the guest, eyes gleaming. "Now she's different. If gods existed in this world, she'd be one."
Satria chuckled sheepishly. "I'm glad you understand, my loves. But Rimuru…" He glanced at her with playful admiration. "Is it me, or are you becoming even more beautiful lately? That outfit suits you too well—it's almost illegal."
Rimuru blushed faintly. Her black lace-trimmed outfit caught the warm glow of the lights, giving her a soft, graceful allure. "You think so? Then I'm happy. I just… want to look my best for you, dear."
Satria smiled, holding her hand tenderly. "… you're too good for me sometimes."
"Wahhhh, my eyes! My heart!" Noa exclaimed dramatically, shielding her face. "Are they always this lovey-dovey?"
Kurumi giggled from the couch. "Oh, trust me—you're seeing the calm version. This is their intro level affection."
Velzard sighed, rubbing her forehead. "You have no idea. Just wait a few minutes—they'll turn this into a full-blown romantic soap opera. Look—Raphael and Morgan are joining in already."
Indeed, Raphael leaned against Satria's shoulder, Morgan teasingly flicked his ear, and Valiana grinned while sipping her drink.
Fatalis smirked from the corner. "You say that, but deep down… you want the same, don't you, Velzard?" She slid an arm casually around Velzard's waist. "Once you open your heart to him, there's no going back. So this is your last chance to escape before you fall too."
Velzard's cheeks colored faintly. "Tch… as I told you before, I'm only here to observe him. Nothing more."
Fatalis chuckled. "Sure, sure. You can keep saying that—though I can smell your little midnight visits. You really think I wouldn't notice your pheromones lingering in the hall?"
Velzard froze. "…You… what?"
"Oh, I'm not judging~ Just saying your 'surveillance missions' seem very… passionate lately." Fatalis winked.
Noa sighed deeply. "I think it was a massive mistake to stay in this household… What kind of sitcom did I just walk into?"
Kurumi grinned. "Welcome to our family, Noa. chaos, family, and love—our trinity."
The scent of home-cooked food filled the entire mansion. Warm steam drifted from the kitchen, carrying the savory aroma of lamb meat, butter, and herbs. The faint crackle of sizzling pans and the soft chatter of cooks could be heard from within.
Inside the kitchen, Crom stood confidently in front of the stove, her sleeves rolled up and a determined spark in her crimson eyes. Beside her, Jeanne gracefully stirred a pot of thick Irish stew, while Kiyohime chopped vegetables with meticulous precision.
"Crom-san, I didn't know you were this skilled in cooking," Jeanne said, watching the dragoness work.
Crom chuckled, flipping a piece of beef in the pan with expert motion. "Of course, dear. I've lived for centuries; you pick up a few things along the way. Cooking's just… alchemy that tastes better."
Kiyohime smiled softly. "I must agree. The aroma alone is heavenly."
Crom smirked proudly. "Then prepare yourselves, girls. Tonight, I'll show you what real comfort food feels like."
After a while, the table was filled with a feast fit for gods and dragons alike. Steaming bowls of Irish Stew gleamed with tender chunks of beef and vegetables. Plates of Corned Beef and Cabbage filled the air with a salty, buttery fragrance. The golden crust of Shepherd's Pie practically begged to be cracked open, revealing the creamy mashed potatoes and savory meat beneath.
For the sides, warm Irish Soda Bread sat next to bowls of Colcannon and Champ, their buttery green hues catching the candlelight.
And finally—dessert waited patiently at the end of the table: smooth Irish Cream Cheesecake, topped with drizzled chocolate and a touch of whipped cream.
Satria looked over everything, eyes sparkling. "You all really went all out tonight, huh?"
Kiyohime wiped her hands with a towel and smiled softly. "Of course, Danna-sama. You've worked hard today—you deserve a proper meal."
As everyone sat down, Crom turned to Satria with a teasing grin. "So, hubby… what drink will you have? Guinness? Whiskey? Bailey? Or maybe Normal drink like a tea or cola?"
Satria raised his hand sheepishly. "Uhh… Bailey's iced coffee, please."
Crom tilted her head and smirked. "You sure about that, hubby? I thought you were forbidden from drinking alcohol."
"Just a tiny bit," Satria said, giggling. "Pretty please?"
She laughed softly, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his forehead. "Fine. I'll make something special just for you."
A few minutes later, she placed a tall glass before him—iced coffee swirling with cream, kissed with Bailey's and topped with chocolate shavings.
"Now that's love," Great Red commented from across the table, earning a chuckle from Kurumi.
"It's like something straight out of a top Michelin restaurant I watch on YouTube!" Rimuru is amazed by Crom's professional culinary arts.
When everyone finally began to eat, silence briefly overtook the room—only the sound of spoons and forks moving echoed in the air. Then came the reactions.
"This… this is incredible!" Noa said, eyes widening in delight.
Great Red puffed her chest proudly. "Right? Our meals are always like this. Or sometimes even better—especially when Satria handles the kitchen himself."
"For real?!" Noa looked shocked, then smiled. "If that's the case, I'm definitely going to get addicted to this place."
Velzard, elegantly cutting her Shepherd's Pie, gave a rare smile. "Unfortunately… she's right. Even I, as a True Dragon, have to admit this. The first time I tasted something truly good was from Satria's cooking."
Satria chuckled, sipping his drink. "Well, cooking for family makes everything taste better. I'm just glad you all enjoy it."
Jeanne rested her chin on her hands, smiling fondly. "Every meal you make reminds us why this home feels so warm."
Kiyohime nodded softly. "Yes… this is happiness."
And so, the night carried on—filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the cozy warmth of shared love. Even Noa, the visitor, found herself smiling quietly.
For the first time in a long while, the Goddess of Light felt truly… at home.
•
The sunlight spilled gently through the wide windows of the mansion. Birds sang, coffee brewed, and peace… was short-lived.
"Alright, you," Velzard declared, crossing her arms and glaring at Satria. "I still haven't forgotten you cheated last time. I'm challenging you again!"
Satria sighed dramatically, sipping his coffee. "Oh, come on, Velzard… it's morning. The only thing I'm ready to fight is my own laziness." Then, with a smirk, he pointed toward the fitness area. "Besides, rather than fighting me… how about her?"
He gestured at Ultraman Noa, who was calmly stretching in yoga pants, her halo-like ring faintly glowing in the sun.
"Huh? Me?" Noa arched an eyebrow mid-stretch. "Nonsense. I'm here for vacation, not to waste my morning on unnecessary battles, son. The young lady challenged you, not me. Be a man and face her yourself."
Satria pressed his palms together, giving his best innocent look. "Please… I hate violence, Miss Noa. Everyone around me's a battle maniac. Look into my eyes—do I look like someone who loves fighting?"
Noa glanced over and instantly flinched. "Ugh… those puppy eyes…"
"Don't fall for it," Velzard growled, holding something behind her back. "You can't escape today, Satria! If you refuse my challenge, this little one of yours will become a Snowshooter!"
Satria's expression turned horrified as he saw what she was holding.
"Noooo! Not my Sunshooter! She's just a baby! I don't want her to grow up to become a cold and scary lady like you." He pointed dramatically at the pot in Velzard's hand—a plant species he created with the help of Dryad from Tempest, inspired by Plant vs. Zombies.
"Velzard, you evil!" he cried. "Why would you do that? Violence only brings pain and endless suffering! Is that what you want?! I don't want to hurt you!"
Somehow, sad emotional music from Naruto seemed to play in the background as Satria delivered his heartfelt monologue.
Rimuru, watching from the patio, sighed. "What the hell is this idiot doing now?"
"Dunno," Kurumi replied, sipping her tea. "You free today?"
"Yeah," Rimuru said, plopping down beside her in cute cat pajamas. "Satria's clones, Crom, and Red are handling Tempest's affairs. Ophis is monitoring the Dimensional Gap in case something else crawls out looking for that moron."
"Good." Kurumi smirked. "So, how's Tempest?"
Rimuru rubbed her temples. "Honestly? A mess. Too many shady people trying to sneak in—spies, rogue adventurers, bandits, even terrorists. We're so self-sufficient that other nations see us as a threat. They keep sending 'envoys' who act like they own the place and demand us to share our technology with them."
"Oh, and the cults," Rimuru continued. "Some weird fanatics started praying to us—bringing sacrifices, begging to be allowed inside. We have to chase them off before they cause trouble."
Kurumi chuckled softly. "Suffering from success, huh?"
Rimuru g groaned. "Basically. Satria's immigration laws are harsh, but... fair. If it were just me, I probably would've let those idiots in. He wasn't wrong calling me naive back then."
From above, Fatalis floated down gracefully, her voice dripping with affection. "My poor little slime…" She kissed Rimuru's forehead and placed her on her lap. "What troubles you so, my dear Rimuru? Let me melt your worries away…"
"F-Fatalis-san?! Wai—Nyaaa~!" Rimuru squeaked, flailing as Fatalis nuzzled her like a plush toy.
Kurumi smirked. "Ara~ looks like someone's enjoying her morning. You two make me jealous."
A soft chuckle echoed beside her. Morgan appeared out of thin air, folding her arms elegantly. "You have me, Master. Should we find a way to amuse ourselves while our dear husband deals with his snowstorm problem?"
Kurumi leaned back, eyes glinting. "Oh? And what did you have in mind, my Queen of Fae?"
Morgan's smile deepened. "Plenty."
The two shared a knowing look—while, in the distance, the sound of Satria's desperate pleas and Velzard's frosty laughter echoed through the courtyard.
"Wait—what's this mana signature?!" Satria blinked, lowering his iced coffee. "This isn't normal frost… this is conceptual cold!"
Outside, the sky shimmered silver-blue. Velzard floated gracefully above the garden, her long white hair fluttering like silk under cosmic light. Behind her, a sigil of crystalline rings spiraled endlessly into the heavens—each ring humming with divine resonance.
"Now then…" her voice carried softly, regal yet playful. "I suppose it's time to test this reward from the Dimension Chat's Surprise Box."
Satria froze mid-sip. "Wait—Surprise Box?! You opened that without supervision?! You know how random those things can be!"
Velzard smirked. "And yet, I was blessed with the title— 'Winter Sovereign of Infinite Worlds.' This domain of frost is mine alone. Inside it, I reign supreme."
She lifted her hand, and reality folded into a mirror world of aurora and frozen light. The air stilled. Wind, dust, even birds in the sky froze mid-motion. Sound itself slowed until the world became a painting of perfect, shimmering stillness.
Velzard in her true form radiated elegance and divinity.
Satria blinked, still in his pajamas, coffee steaming. "Okay, that's… gorgeous. But I'm supposed to fight you in that?!"
Velzard's eyes gleamed with playful menace. "You did call me cold and scary earlier, didn't you, Satria-kun?"
"Wait, that was a metaphor! I meant emotionally intimidating! Not cryogenic-level reality freezing!"
Under Noa's barrier, the onlookers watched like it was breakfast entertainment.
Kurumi grinned. "Morning drama already? Who bets Satria gets frozen solid?"
"Already did," Rimuru said, sipping her tea. "I'm just curious how he'll talk his way out this time."
Satria shivered as his breath turned into frost.
"C-Cold…! This isn't fair, Vel! You're literally using a cheat skill!"
Velzard descended slowly, her aura soft yet terrifying. "In this world of eternal frost, even concepts submit to stillness. You can't run. You can't teleport. You can't sweet-talk your way out."
"Okay, but what if I apologize sincerely and buy you a parfait?"
She tilted her head. "Tempting… but no."
Satria sighed dramatically and raised his transformation device. "Then I guess there's no choice. Henshin—"
Before he could finish, Velzard snapped her fingers. The transformation beam froze midair, a sculpture of suspended light.
"Wha—?! You froze my henshin sequence?! That's illegal!"
Velzard chuckled. "In my domain, even light becomes art." She tapped the air; the frozen beam shattered into glittering shards.
Satria pouted. "This is bullying."
Velzard's tone turned teasingly regal. "Now admit it, what happened in our first meeting was just pure luck. Be a good boy, and I'll be gentle."
Satria grinned, mischief flickering in his eyes.
"Where's this confidence coming from? Just because I'm unmotivated doesn't mean I'm not ready for war."
He raised his hand and a mirror rippled into being. "Come to me… Kyōka Suigetsu."
The beautiful Zanpakutō shimmered into existence.
"Remember… I'm always three steps ahead. Taking it easy on me is your mistake."
The ground cracked. Reflections bloomed around them like petals — thousands of mirrored worlds forming infinite layers of reality.
Each reflection showed a slightly different Satria.
Each one real.
Each one possible.
Then, in one resonant whisper, his voice echoed:
"Bankai — Shinkyō Gengetsu."
The mirrors shattered soundlessly. Reality folded inward like glass bending to gravity. Velzard's eyes widened as the world became a kaleidoscope of light and reflections.
Satria was everywhere. Above, behind, beside — every presence identical, every reiatsu genuine.
"…This cannot be illusion." Velzard murmured.
"It isn't," his voice echoed from all directions. "Every reflection is a truth waiting to be realized. Every illusion… a truth not yet born."
Velzard unleashed her divinity. Infinite frost erupted outward, freezing even concepts of motion. But every frozen Satria shattered into mirrors of light, reforming again from different angles.
"Your existence multiplies infinitely…? No—each reconstruction is real!" Velzard realized.
"Exactly. Every illusion you destroy becomes another truth. You can't escape the reflection."
The mirror world glittered, each surface showing her countless selves — fighting, falling, freezing, defying. She couldn't tell which was real anymore.
Satria walked toward her, every step echoing in ten thousand mirrored worlds.
"Now then, White Dragon… tell me, which of us stands before you? The illusion… or the truth?"
He raised his blade. The mirrors collapsed inward like dying stars.
Velzard's wings unfurled — twin suns of frozen light.
"You think illusions can threaten a True Dragon? I am the sovereign of eternal stasis! When I command it—time itself kneels!"
"Ultimate Skill — Patience King, Gabriel!"
The universe screamed and fell silent.
Everything stopped. The mirrors, the air, even divine light froze into a silent sculpture.
For a heartbeat, Velzard smiled.
Victory.
Then—
Crack.
One mirror trembled. A single reflection blinked.
Satria smiled faintly.
"Beautiful. But tell me—how can you freeze what exists only as an idea?"
The ice reversed like time unwinding. The mirrors moved again, countless realities birthing themselves anew.
Velzard's divine sense faltered. Each mirror showed a different outcome — some where she triumphed, some where she fell, all true.
"You… you're rewriting causal probability!"
"No," Satria's voice said gently. "I'm correcting perception. Your power enforces stillness. Mine… enforces possibility."
Velzard invoked her Dragon Core, freezing even logic and computation itself. But the mirrors only multiplied. From every stillness, a new motion was born.
A door opened in one reflection. Another Satria stepped through, his blade piercing her chest.
She looked down and the Velzard he struck dissolved into snow.
"A mere reflection cannot die," she said calmly.
"Exactly." His smirk deepened. "That's why I can kill you infinitely… until the universe accepts it as truth."
Her wings flared, silver light tearing through the void.
"Then let existence itself judge whose truth stands!"
Satria's mirrored army shone in answer.
"Reality has no judge. Only belief."
Their powers collided — light and frost, mirror and divinity, truth and illusion — ripping across infinite worlds.
Finally, Velzard exhaled, frustration slipping through her elegance. "We could fight like this forever. When is this going to end?"
Satria shrugged, lowering his blade. "You tell me, princess. You're the one who started this."
Velzard huffed, snow swirling around her cheeks. "I'll never give up. Admit it, you can't beat me."
Satria's smirk turned sharp. "Who says…" He tapped his sword. "…this is my only card?"
The mirrors pulsed again, glowing with something deeper, something beyond reflection.
Velzard blinked, her instincts flaring. "Wait—what did you—"
The air itself fractured. Space screamed.
Velzard's frozen aura swallowed the horizon — the sky over Tempest turned into a dome of white eternity. Every breath crystallized midair; every heartbeat froze half-formed. The True Dragon of Ice raised her hand, summoning her ultimate art — Absolute Zero Dominion, a storm capable of erasing time, life, and even concept itself.
But before it reached him… Satria stepped forward.
His eyes glowed gold.
"Ultimate Bankai…"
The world bowed. Every particle of light bent toward him as his presence expanded — calm, infinite. Behind him bloomed a black-gold lotus, petals of reality unfolding in slow motion. The mark of his Zanpakutō flared, merging with the divine radiance of his Stand.
"Ōgon no Purachina: Over Heaven."
A golden hand of godly majesty manifested beside him: serene, regal, crowned in holy light. Its eyes burned with command over existence itself.
Velzard's expression cracked. "That… that power—?!"
Satria raised his hand.
The Stand mirrored him.
Reality trembled. The golden aura rippled through time and truth alike — rewriting cause and effect. Velzard's Absolute Zero shattered like fragile glass, melting into harmless snow. Her divine frost, once immune to all heat, was rewritten to feel warmth.
Velzard gasped. "You… rewrote my authority?!"
Satria pointed casually. "Something like that. But that's not the important part." He smirked. "My last order is… to punish a bad girl."
"W-What? Punish me? No..." Velzard stammered, face flushing as her mind spiraled. 'Wait… punish? Is he…? No—yes—no! Not in front of everyone! But if he insists…'
Satria's tone turned mock-serious. "Yes, yes, yes. I'm a firm believer in gender equality and using my adorable plants as hostages crosses the line! So prepare yourself, my dear snow tyrant!"
He raised his hand.
"ORA!"
The golden Stand blurred, faster than thought, faster than existence.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!!!"
Each blow carried divine law, rewriting Velzard's invincibility with every strike. The heavens rippled like silk, the ground turned to light, and even space folded from the sheer authority of each hit. Divine frost became cascading petals of starlight.
Velzard staggered midair, body trembling, unable to resist the correction of reality.
"You... How dare you hit a maiden like me without mercy?! You disappoint me, coward!!!"
Satria exhaled, summoning a cigarette with a snap. "You're the one who started it… and for the record, your eyes say you were expecting something that's not gonna happen in real life." He sweatdropped, then transformed into Ultraman Cosmos – Luna Mode.
"What do you want now? Do you still want to humiliate me further? Stop." Velzard tried to rise, body still shimmering with broken divinity. 'Ugh… not even Guy Crimson could do this to me. What in the hell is he?'
Ignoring her protest, Satria raised his palm and fired a gentle golden beam — the Luna Healing Ray. It's light washed over her, mending her wounds and soothing her rage.
The storm fell silent.
'He's healing me? Why?' Velzard stepped closer, her tone softening. "You're not angry with me?"
Satria transforms back to his human form and crossed his arms, shivering. "Only a little. You froze my breakfast… and my coffee."
Velzard smiled. "Would it make you feel better if I gave you a gift?"
Satria blinked. "Depends. Does it involve hypothermia?"
Instead of answering, she placed her hand on his cheek. The ice around them melted instantly — replaced by soft, warm flakes of light.
"This is part of my new power," she whispered. "I can make my frost nurture life instead of destroying it. Stillness and warmth — in balance."
Satria smiled faintly. "You learned to control the cold… without letting it control you."
"Perhaps. Or perhaps your warmth is contagious." Velzard giggled softly, then snapped her fingers. The icy domain shattered like a mirror, the morning sun returning once again.
Rimuru sighed loudly. "Yeah, and this guy calls himself a hero of kindness… More like a hero of playboy."
Morgan pinched the bridge of her nose. "Wonderful. A love confession in a cosmic freezer."
Noa stretched, unimpressed. "At least he's not a popsicle this time."
Satria's thawed coffee hovered back into his hand. He took a sip, sighed contentedly, and smirked. "You know what, Velzard? Next time, I'm locking you in the Surprise Box."
She leaned closer, whispering, "Careful, dear… you might enjoy being trapped with me."
Everyone watching collectively groaned.
Kurumi deadpanned, "Yup. Definitely foreplay."
Fatalis chuckled darkly. "Oh, I'm saving this one for blackmail material."
To be continued...