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Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Raviel, Jill, Excella, Abigail, Sarah, LeBlanc, and Ahri finally arrived.
The other girls were visibly surprised. After all, when the group returned, they had brought along several new faces.
Raviel calmly took the lead and began introducing the four newcomers to everyone present, explaining who they were and why they were here.
As for Ahri, Raviel had already made preparations. Her fox ears and tails had been carefully concealed through divine manipulation. In short, she now appeared completely human, ensuring she wouldn't attract unnecessary attention in the future.
Even now, Ahri instinctively reached up and touched her hair—now a soft blonde with subtle hints of purple and pink woven throughout.
In her current appearance, she closely resembled her K/DA counterpart, something Raviel had done intentionally.
Ahri herself seemed quite fond of the change. She occasionally played with her hair while admiring her reflection in a nearby mirror, clearly pleased with how she looked in this world.
For Abigail, Raviel entrusted her to Tiamat, assigning her duties as a maid within the household. Tiamat accepted the responsibility without hesitation, already assessing Abigail with her usual calm and composed demeanor.
Sarah, on the other hand, would need time to adapt. Raviel had already granted her basic foundational knowledge—general science and school-level education—to help her adjust to modern life. In the future, Raviel was even considering enrolling her in a proper school once she was ready.
As for LeBlanc, she found this world deeply intriguing. It was fundamentally different from her own. Here, she could not sense magic at all—there was no Arcane dimension connected to this world. The absence made her feel almost like an ordinary person.
Even so, she wasn't entirely powerless. Through the Storm Gathering Rune, which still retained a reserve of magical energy, LeBlanc could perform a limited number of magical tricks—just enough to remind herself that she was far from helpless, even in a world without magic.
Alex looked toward Raviel with a warm smile before stepping closer and wrapping her in a hug.
"So why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" Alex said with a hint of playful complaint. "If I had known, I would've come earlier. I could've gone adventuring with you guys."
"Well, yeah, yeah… sorry about that," Raviel replied lightly. "Maybe next time. Besides, you were busy back then, buried in your work at Umbrella and clearly enjoying it."
After that, Raviel turned her attention toward Rebecca, Alyssa, Laura, Becca, Cindy, Monica, Katherine, Yoko, January, and Sherry, all of whom were still standing there in stunned silence.
They were clearly shocked by what they had just witnessed—Raviel and the others had literally stepped out from a door that appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by Jill and the rest. For most of them, this was the first time they had seen something that completely defied logic and reality.
Raviel let out a small sigh, realizing there was no point delaying it any longer. If they were going to stay together, the truth had to come out.
"Cough... cough..."
Raviel cleared her throat and straightened her posture.
"So... here's the thing," she said, her voice suddenly dropping into a deep, authoritative tone—very clearly imitating Kratos from God of War. "I'm actually a goddess, girls..."
"What?!"
The girls exclaimed in unison, their voices overlapping as shock spread across their faces.
"No way!"
"You're a goddess?!"
"How is that even possible?"
"Okay, okay—calm down," Raviel said quickly, raising her hands with a small laugh. "Let me explain everything properly, step by step..."
She then began recounting the truth.
Starting from how they were able to travel between different worlds, Raviel explained her true nature and who she really was. She also told them about Allen, as well as Michaela, Megan and Castoria—three women they had not yet met, who were currently in another world.
She continued by explaining how different realities were connected and how travel between them was possible.
As Raviel spoke, the room gradually fell silent.
The initial disbelief slowly gave way to stunned attention as everyone listened carefully, trying to process the sheer scale of what they were hearing. Some looked skeptical, others looked overwhelmed, but no one interrupted her anymore. The revelations were simply too unbelievable to ignore.
Meanwhile, Sherry glanced toward her and quietly stepped closer, "Wow, Sister Raviel... is all of that really true?".
"Yup.....Why would I lie about something like that?" Raviel replied casually.
There was a clear spark of excitement in Sherry's eyes, especially when Raviel mentioned traveling to other worlds because she was a goddess.
For Sherry, it sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale.
'If this is real... does that mean Cinderella was real too? What about Santa Claus?'
"Big Sister Goddess, if you can really travel to other worlds... does that mean Santa Claus exists too? Can I meet Santa someday?"
Raviel paused for a moment, clearly trying not to laugh.
Then she casually nodded.
'Maybe around Christmas, I'll find a female version of Santa somewhere and kidnap her.
As for the male one? Forget it. Too old, too ugly, and way too fat.'
"Ohhh... ohhh... I want to meet the Tooth Fairy too. That's okay, right?" Sherry asked again, her voice overflowing with innocent excitement.
"Of course," Raviel replied with a gentle nod and a warm smile. "Just leave it to me."
"Really?!"
"Really."
Sherry immediately lit up with excitement, looking as though she had just received the greatest promise in the world.
Meanwhile, Annette stepped closer to Sherry and Raviel. There was clear relief on her face as she bowed her head slightly in gratitude. At the very least, Sherry could be happy—even if it was through the simple wishes of a child during a time like this.
"Sorry for the trouble…" Annette said quietly.
Raviel looked at them and waved it off casually.
"It's no trouble at all," she said. "Besides, we're all family here."
The atmosphere softened for a brief moment, a rare sense of warmth settling in despite everything that had happened.
After that conversation, the girls eventually went back to their own activities, each finding something to occupy themselves with inside the mansion.
Yeah, Raviel didn't really care whether this secret might slip out of their mouths—especially from Yoko and Monica, who clearly weren't officially Allen's women yet. They wouldn't dare to do such a thing anyway, and even if they tried to reveal it to the public, who would actually believe them?.
Meanwhile, LeBlanc quietly approached Raviel.
"Is there any book I can read here?" she asked calmly.
It was clear she didn't know how else to spend her time, especially since Raviel didn't seem to have any tasks prepared for her yet.
"Hm, of course. Follow me," Raviel replied.
She led LeBlanc deeper into the mansion, toward a spacious library.
Though it was called a library, most of the shelves were actually filled with novels—clearly part of Raviel's personal collection rather than academic texts.
Raviel reached for a few books and handed them to LeBlanc.
"Here, try reading these."
LeBlanc glanced down at the titles in her hands: A Song of Ice and Fire, Fire & Blood, and several novellas from The Hedge Knight series by George R. R. Martin.
There were also several Harry Potter books written by J. K. Rowling.
"Oh, yeah. Don't forget to read this one too. It's my favorite comic," Raviel said, pointing to the Naruto comic series.
"Eventually, you'll be going to the world described in these books—and comics," Raviel continued casually. "Your only mission there will be to create an identity for our family. After that... you're free to do whatever you like."
LeBlanc raised an eyebrow slightly, then nodded in understanding.
Creating identities was hardly difficult for her. She could easily use her clones to manage such things without drawing attention.
And perhaps, she thought, she could have a bit of fun there as well.
After all, Raviel hadn't forbidden it—and making that world a little more interesting sounded rather tempting.
LeBlanc decided to read the book by George R. R. Martin first.
At a relaxed pace, she flipped through the pages, her expression remaining calm.
"Oh, so this book mainly tells the story of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros," she murmured thoughtfully. "Though technically, it should be eight if Dorne is counted properly."
She continued reading, turning another page as her interest slowly sharpened.
"Oh? So the Valyrians of House Targaryen possess something called dragon dreams, and they ride dragons as well," LeBlanc said with mild curiosity.
"But how unfortunate. Their magic is incredibly weak. And they seem utterly obsessed with prophecies. How foolish."
She let out a faint scoff, her fingers lightly tapping against the edge of the book.
"Still," she continued quietly, her lips curling into a subtle smile, "perhaps I could enter their dreams someday and examine the true origin of those visions. I'm certain there's far more hidden behind their so-called 'dragon dreams' than they realize."
LeBlanc smiled to herself as she continued reading. The more she learned about this world, the more ideas began to take shape in her mind.
A second Noxus, she thought—not an empire born of chaos, but one carefully molded through ambition, influence, and manipulation. A nation built quietly in the shadows of this world's fragile politics.
Her interest soon shifted to a place mentioned repeatedly in the book.
"Oldtown… the Citadel," she murmured. "The gathering place of scholars, maesters, and followers of the Faith of the Seven."
A faint, knowing smile curved her lips.
A center of knowledge. Belief. Tradition.
Power disguised as wisdom.
"How convenient," LeBlanc whispered softly. "A place where ideas shape kingdoms… and where a single whisper could cut deeper than a thousand blades and change the fate of an entire continent."
She closed the book for a moment, already imagining how easily such a place could be infiltrated, influenced, and reshaped—slowly, patiently—until even its guardians of knowledge would no longer realize whose hand truly guided them.
....
While, while LeBlanc was absorbed in the books she was reading, Alex approached Raviel, who was relaxing nearby.
"Raviel… can you help me with something?" Alex asked, her tone hesitant but sincere.
Raviel turned to her with a curious smile. "Of course, sister. What do you need?"
Alex paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully.
"Hmm… could you create a controllable cloned body for me? Something I can operate remotely. You know, I also want to spend more time with Allen, and I don't want to waste all of my time stuck in a lab, doing full-time research on things that aren't immediately necessary."
There was a hint of expectation in her eyes as she looked at Raviel, clearly hoping she would agree.
"Hmmm…" Raviel hummed thoughtfully for only a brief moment before smiling. "Sure. Let's go to my room. I think we can use an android doll for that—it should work perfectly for what you want."
Without hesitation, Raviel turned and led Alex toward her room, already thinking through the process as if this were a simple, everyday task.
Inside her room, Raviel retrieved an android doll that looked astonishingly advanced. The android clearly originated from one of the worlds Raviel had visited—specifically, a game world similar to Stellar Blade. Its design was sleek and lifelike, far beyond ordinary technology.
Without wasting time, Raviel began reshaping its facial structure, carefully adjusting every detail until it perfectly matched Alex's face—exactly as she had looked before using the serum.
This android could hardly be called a simple machine. Nearly ninety percent of its body was biomechanical, capable of functioning just like a real human—breathing motions, muscle responses, even subtle expressions.
"Alright," Raviel said calmly. "Now we just need to insert the necessary memories."
She turned her gaze toward Alex, clearly preparing to extract them.
Alex hesitated, her expression uncertain.
"Hmmm… is this really okay? If it uses my memories… wouldn't that basically make it a full clone of me?"
Raviel waved the concern away without hesitation.
"Don't worry about that. This android will always recognize who the original is. It won't rebel, and it will never betray you."
Hearing that, Alex let out a slow breath of relief.
"Oh… that's good to hear. Alright, I'm ready."
A moment later, Raviel gently placed her fingers against Alex's forehead. A soft glow flickered as she transferred only the essential memories—nothing more than what was required for the task.
Soon after, the android stirred. Its eyes opened smoothly, focusing immediately on Alex.
"Miss Alex," the android said in a calm, respectful tone as it bowed slightly. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Do you have any orders for me?"
Alex smiled, clearly satisfied.
"Yes. Your task is to return to the Umbrella laboratory and take my place there for now. Continue my work and maintain appearances. You already understand what needs to be done."
Thanks to Raviel's link, Alex could already sense that the android was completely loyal—and that she would be able to observe everything it did in real time.
"Yes, ma'am," the android replied.
Without another word, it turned and left the room, already carrying out its mission.