Dawn came to the rooftop. The concrete floor of Sunveil Mikagé Heights floated hazily in the pale blue light before sunrise. Six outdoor units roared with their usual deafening sound, tearing through the cold autumn early morning air. In the corner of the stone steps before the shrine, 穂乃果 with her silver hair unbound was curled up wrapped in a blanket, floating gently in midair. Visually speaking, it looked exactly like "some mysterious floating blanket." Last night, 穂乃果's outline had grown thin from exhaustion of divine energy, and she had fallen asleep with the blanket 榊原一真 brought draped over her head. No one would ever guess that 880 years worth of divinity was packed inside that blanket. On the stone steps beside her, 榊原一真 was dozing with his back against the wall, arms crossed. His head dropped with a jerk every three seconds, and each time he'd twitch awake. His eyes were half-closed. He'd spent the night in his convenience store work shirt, and was now near his limit. Th