Mira

The mountain path was blocked by a fallen boulder. Mira stood before it.

It wasn’t just here—rocks sealed off the trail in places, and in others, the road itself had vanished.

The young man behind her—Yegor—looked at her like he was clinging to a lifeline.

“Can’t we do something? Mistress…”

“Don’t worry. Leave it to me.”

“Really!? Oh… thank the stars. Everyone in the village will be saved now.”

“The rain washed it all down, right? So it’s been… three, four…”

“Five days.”

Yegor answered, counting on his fingers as Mira did.

“When I came down the mountain for help, food was already running out. Adults are holding on, giving the children the last of it.”

“Huh. Then we’d better hurry.”

Mira pulled out her black slave card and conjured a black orb with infinite magic power.

The size and shade were nearly identical to a bowling ball—its body gleamed black, painted with a stark white skull mark.

Looked like a bomb, plain and simple.

“Step back. It’s dangerous.”

“Y-yes, ma’am.”

After confirming Igor had retreated, Mira pressed the bomb against a massive boulder and detonated it instantly.

The explosion sent the boulder flying, smoke swirling in all directions.

“Master!?”

“I’m fine. This blast’s nothing to us. The master’s power shields us.”

Mira replied calmly.

After Igor exhaled in relief, the smoke slowly cleared, revealing a clear path once more.

“L-let’s hurry—everyone’s still trapped.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Igor bowed to Mira repeatedly, as if she were a literal god sent to save him.

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The mountain path was blocked in several places by the downpour, but for Mira, the divine apostle, it posed no obstacle.

She blew apart rocks with magic like bombs, repaired the collapsed road with her power.

And so, climbing upward, she arrived in moments at the remote mountain village, cut off by the rain.

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“Food’s here—this side’s medicine, and I’ve left clothes and such inside that wooden house.”

“Yes!”

“We’ll need to fix the house, too. What do you think? Rebuilding from scratch is faster, but if you’re attached to it, we can keep it as-is.”

Arriving at the village, Mira immediately used her slave card to summon a massive supply of necessities, and began reconstruction right away.

One woman single-handedly rescuing and rebuilding a village of hundreds, struck by disaster.

“I’ve heard rumors about you, Mira… you really are incredible. Doing everything all by yourself.”

Well, she’s the slave of a goddess, after all—only twelve of them in this world.

Thank ye, thank ye.

While the villagers kept their distance, offering thanks in quiet glances, Mira rushed headlong into rescue and rebuilding.

Before half a day had passed since arrival, it was nearly over—so complete, the villagers hailed it as a miracle of the goddess.

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Under the evening glow, Mira wandered through the village.

Is there anything missing? Anything left undone?

I checked it over and over.

This is my first time doing disaster relief—but the actual work is almost the same as when I helped restore the world alongside the Master.

As the second slave, she had plenty of experience and managed everything without missing a thing.

As long as we leave extra supplies behind—so I think.

"…that thing there…"

A small figure came into view, far off in the distance.

A boy climbing up the cliffside from the newly repaired mountain path.

A rowdy little boy, that’s all.

The boy was climbing the cliff face with single-minded focus, reaching out for something.

“Dangerous!”

Mira shouted, darting forward.

A rock tumbled down from above the boy’s head.

The boy didn’t notice—still fixated on whatever he was reaching for.

Mira sprinted up the cliff, full speed.

At the same time, she activated her slave card, summoning a bomb.

“Grab on!”

“Eh—?”

She yanked the boy’s hand, instinctively swapping bodies.

Then she hurled the bomb at the rock.

The blast blew the rock apart. Mira twisted her body to shield the boy from the shockwave.

Still moving with the momentum, she stepped down from the cliff and landed.

“Phew.”

She exhaled, setting the boy down, still cradling him.

Then she asked:

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Good. Glad you’re alright. But that was reckless—climbing up there like that.”

Sorry…

The boy slumped forward, shoulders drooping.

Upon closer inspection, she’s holding something carefully with both hands, as if wrapping it protectively.

It was a flower.

Was it from clutching it too tight, or was it the blast wave?

Half the petals had scattered.

"Is that what you wanted?"

Uh-huh.

Then let's have the same thing—

I wanted to give this to the angel-sama...

“Huh?”

Mira froze, her hand halfway to the slave card.

"Me?"

Yeah, for the angel who saved the village... I thought this flower would suit you so well...

But—muttering to himself, the boy nods at Shun.

The flower she held was half-scattered—hardly a pretty bloom anymore.

Mira ran her fingers through the boy's hair.

Thanks. Can I take this?

"Wait... but"

"Take it?"

"Uh, yeah"

Mira took the flower the boy timidly offered and placed it on her ear.

"Thank you."

With the sunset behind her, the second slave, her flower half-scattered, smiled warmly at the boy.