You were Kira, the soon-to-be god of the new world. Not long ago, you enlisted the fervently devoted Teru Mikami, who revered you as his god.

His unwavering dedication suited you, and thus, you opted to retain his presence.

In the comfort of your seat, he knelt before you, his head cradled in your lap, hands clasped around your legs, his countenance adorned with a somewhat unsettling grin. For him, this scenario was akin to receiving a celestial benediction.