My Wives Of Simulation

Chapter 12: Follower - Princess

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Elric had unwavering trust in his sister, Kasugano Sora. As his only family, she was someone he instinctively wanted to protect.

Guided by the system's prompt, he gazed at the girl who had always stood by him. Taking a deep breath, he gently asked, "Sora, do you trust me?"

Sora blinked in surprise at the question. "Trust you? What are you talking about, brother?"

Taking two small steps forward, she leaned into his embrace, her petite frame pressing against him. She grabbed his hands and placed them over her chest, her voice soft yet resolute.

"Of course, I trust you, brother. No matter what happens, I'll always be your sister."

[Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the first follower—Princess.]

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Follower Details

Name: Kasugano Sora (Follower)

Race: Human

Follower Occupation: Princess

Strength: E

Durability: E

Agility: E

Magic: E

Luck: B

Charm: S

Princess Ability: Able to use one skill from the gods (albeit at a reduced level).

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In the divine system of followers, this bond is unique to gods. Followers are granted a portion of their god's power in a materialized form. The strength of the follower is intrinsically tied to the strength of the god. A powerful god creates powerful followers, and a weak god, weaker followers.

This bond is eternal, symbolized by an invisible chain that connects them.

For Elric, who was still developing his powers, followers were within his capability to nurture. Sora, with her unshakable love and trust for her brother, naturally had the highest potential as his first follower.

As her warmth radiated through their connection, Elric felt the emergence of a profound bond between them.

[Host, your godly abilities have not fully materialized, and your current power remains limited. However, as you grow stronger, so will your abilities—and by extension, your followers.]

[At this stage, you can only grant your followers powers and magical capabilities that surpass normal humans, along with one awakening skill.]

Sora's eyes widened slightly as she began to notice something different about herself. "Brother... my body..."

Her voice wavered as she placed a hand over her chest, feeling the absence of the persistent weakness that had plagued her for so long. Looking up at Elric, she seemed both awestruck and confused.

"Sora, I've gained some... special abilities," Elric said gently. He decided against revealing the existence of the simulator, instead explaining that he had awakened a power akin to that of a hero or sorcerer.

"And you, Sora, are my Follower."

"Special abilities? I knew it! Brother is amazing as always."

Her acceptance was immediate and absolute. For Sora, everything her brother said was the truth. Even if Elric told her he intended to destroy the world, she would simply smile and stand by his side, willing to help him carry it out. Such was the depth of her trust and love for him.

Though she didn't fully understand the concept of supernatural powers, her belief in him never wavered.

"Sora, let me show you how to use the abilities I've granted you," Elric said.

While her current attributes were only at the E level, this still made her ten times stronger than the average person. With her newfound abilities, Sora had already surpassed 99% of ordinary humans in physical fitness.

Unlike traditional gods, Elric's divine system was shaped by the Emperor's Privileges, as well as the dual existence of the Beast of Apocalypse and the Beast of Savior.

His divine authority was deeply tied to the concept of the universe as an Arcanum. This cosmic representation aligned with the mysteries of Tarot, specifically the Major Arcana and Minor Arcana cards.

Of course, the Tarot system cannot fully encapsulate Elric's divine powers. It merely serves as a framework for embodiment. Jobs like "Princess" are extensions of this system, representing the versatility of his godly authority.

After some thought, Elric decided to grant Sora the skill Innate Destiny. Luck, though intangible, was an influential force. Unlike his combat-oriented abilities, Innate Destiny was perfectly suited for Sora, a girl who had never fought in her life. Even if the skill's level was reduced by one, it would still be a powerful asset.

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[Innate Destiny (EX)]: As a savior, you are the hope of the world. Having saved countless lives, you have earned the world's utmost favor. Luck accompanies you in any situation.

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Watching Elric patiently teach her how to use her newfound power, Sora's eyes shone with joy. She couldn't recall a moment when she had felt as happy as she did now.

However, her newfound ability soon revealed itself.

"Brother, someone's at the door," Sora said abruptly, glancing toward the entrance from over ten meters away.

Elric, who had sensed the presence earlier than Sora, smiled in approval. "It's Utaha. She's here."

Three seconds later, the doorbell rang, confirming their predictions.

"I'll get it, brother," Sora said, stepping forward.

The rhythmic ringing of the doorbell continued as she opened the door to reveal Utaha, still dressed in her school uniform. She carried multiple bags of groceries, her face brightening momentarily before cooling upon seeing Sora.

"Elric, I brought carrots, curry sauce, chicken, and…" Utaha paused mid-sentence, her expression shifting to one of indifference.

"Sora, why are you the one answering the door? Where's your brother?"

The relationship between Utaha and Sora was… strained, to say the least. To Sora, any woman who showed interest in her brother was an enemy, someone to be viewed with suspicion and hostility.

And Utaha? She had long been aware of Sora's animosity but dismissed it as nothing more than childish jealousy.

Sora's sharp eyes took in the fine details: Utaha's makeup, her carefully styled hair, and the pristine stockings. While she hadn't even bothered to change out of her school uniform, it was evident that her appearance had been meticulously prepared.

"My brother's cooking. Please come in," Sora said coolly, though inwardly she cursed Utaha as a scheming opportunist.

Still, Sora was painfully aware of her own disadvantage—her petite figure. Her eyes darted toward Utaha's chest, much fuller than her own, and her frustration deepened. Yet she restrained the urge to slam the door in Utaha's face.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony," Utaha said with a slight smirk, stepping inside.

She was fully aware of Sora's disdain but found it amusing. To Utaha, Sora's hostility was nothing more than the tantrum of a child who couldn't compete.

As far as Utaha was concerned, victory was inevitable. She was confident she could win over Elric, and once she did, Sora would have no choice but to address her as "sister-in-law."

The thought of such a future brought a glimmer of satisfaction to Utaha's eyes.

However, she had no idea that Sora had already secured a far closer bond with Elric—one that no ordinary woman could hope to achieve.

After all, Sora was not just his sister. She was his first follower.