In a cave filled with translucent crystals, a girl named Komugi was actually a remnant left by the deity who controlled this small world. She held a soft cake resembling mung bean cake in her hands and was enjoying it.

"Divine Dance? Is it the one Ayako often practices?"

"Yeah, Komugi, you did a great job after watching me dance just once. Can you teach me...please!"

Ayako bowed deeply.

"No need to be so formal, I can create a puppet that looks just like Ayako." With the cake still in her mouth, Komugi pointed to an empty space beside her with her right hand. A simple human figure soon gradually appeared from the air, then transformed little by little into Ayako's likeness, both in clothing and expression.

"What she hopes for is to present this dance to the deity with her own abilities."

Tiran interjected at the opportune moment, feeling somewhat helpless. Honestly, she couldn't tell how this puppet was made, was it truly the method of a deity? Even if it was just a remnant.

But alas, the request from Bright Scale No. 1 was not to rely on such means, truly causing trouble for themselves.

"But it's difficult to perform well like Ayako, right?"

"Agh!" Ayako felt like she had been struck in the heart, quietly turned around, wanting to be alone, don't ask who "Wanting to be alone" is, the meme is too old.

Honestly, sometimes the innocence and bluntness of a child can be quite hurtful...

"That's exactly why I came to you for help. Ayako said you could dance well after watching just once. Do you have any tips?" Tiran turned to Komugi who seemed saddened, picking up the conversation.

"Um...even if you ask like that, I can't answer because that dance isn't difficult. Maybe I'm just good at it?" Komugi blinked.

Doubts from a genius...Tiran glanced sympathetically at Ayako, feeling a bit cruel. People are different, even though talent doesn't decide everything, it decides a lot of things...

It's like in the same graduating class, some can get into the top universities while others can only go to a vocational school...Ahem! Suddenly, thoughts of a certain brutal battlefield princess stirred some unpleasant memories, almost causing a shutdown similar to Ayako's.

Although not knowing what wrong words were said, Komugi keenly sensed the somewhat gloomy mood and atmosphere of the two before her and immediately became vigilant, well, mainly for her future desserts.

"Actually, things like Divine Dance are completely irrelevant..."

Komugi mumbled, wondering if the deities truly cared about such things?

Huh? Suddenly a thought flashed through Tiran's mind. Right, things like Divine Dance are completely irrelevant...

"Thanks! Ayako, let's go!"

Huh...?! Watching Tiran grab Ayako and run out, Komugi blinked slowly. Did I...just mention some method?

But the two had already run off, and Komugi had no intention of chasing them; it was the perfect opportunity to enjoy the desserts Ayako had brought.

"But Ayako, weren't you originally unable to perform the Divine Dance well? No matter how many times you repeat it, no matter how many worlds you divide, the established facts cannot be changed."

Her eyes momentarily hollowed, Komugi unconsciously uttered those words.

"?" Coming back to her senses, Komugi looked confused. Did I say something just now?

"Listen up, Tairaeda Ayako! Since you didn't do well in the dance just now, let's change our approach."

Miss Tiran, who appeared out of nowhere in sunglasses and a suit, stood with her arms crossed on a chair in the backyard of the Tairaeda mansion, looking down at Ayako. She pushed her sunglasses with one hand, then pointed at Ayako with her index finger and declared loudly:

"From now on, you will debut as an idol!"

"Um... Miss Tiran? What on earth are you talking about? And why do I have to wear these clothes... it's so embarrassing!"

Despite Ayako's protests, Miss Tiran forcefully dressed her in a colorful kimono, with the hem cut very short and extending out like a skirt.

After styling her hair and adding a butterfly accessory, Ayako's youthful appearance was enough to make people immediately think of the word 'idol.'

Although she had no clue what Miss Tiran, who suddenly became excited, was constantly mentioning about this word...

"Well... the tailoring skills in this place are limited... so we can't achieve a perfect replication... but it's enough to deal with those people who have never seen an idol before."

"From this moment on, please refer to me as Mr. Producer." Tiran corrected sternly. Although it was only six days, the project "Kamifuda Girls" had officially launched.

Ayako had a bewildered expression on her face.

"Anyway, what you need to know is that all the dances and songs you practiced before are now abandoned. We are starting from scratch. Since Kamifuda dance is traditional, there should be musicians and composers in this town specifically for that, right? I will go find him later to get the music scores and accompaniment, and you just need to focus on learning this dance."

"What?! Are you kidding me? Even a god should understand, right? When it comes to dancing... I really am not good at it. I couldn't even master the original Kamifuda dance after practicing for so long, let alone learning a new dance in just a few days."

"Hmph, just focus on practicing, leave the rest to me." Tiran had a look of being in complete control, "Watch closely. I'll dance first, and you follow and learn the moves and melody."

"This song was once called a treasure of the town, it's called... Pure Land of Bliss."

Tiran tried hard to restrain the corners of her mouth from curling up, otherwise her expression would probably look quite sinister. Unexpectedly, the dance she had learned for a week when she was in high school participating in the anime club's performance during the cultural festival would come in handy now.

Despite the time constraint, there were many repeated parts in the dance. She had learned it by herself by watching videos in the stairwell on the second floor of the gym during her lunch break every day. If she seriously learned now, she would definitely make it.

Moreover, the main difference between this and the previous Kamifuda dance was the music. The Kamifuda dance had a piece played by Morninglight's unique string instrument, similar to a guqin, with an elegant and light sound that emphasized the dancers' imagery. And Ayako's biggest problem was that she couldn't break out of that imagery, and the audience could easily see the disharmony.

But Pure Land of Bliss was different. Its rhythm was extremely catchy, especially on the first listen, one's attention might all be drawn to the song, making it difficult for ordinary spectators to notice any small deviations in the fast-paced movements.

Most importantly, in a place unfamiliar with modern hits, pulling off such a stunt in broad daylight was essentially no different from dropping a nuclear bomb. Most people during the debut performance would probably be in shock, and who would pay attention to the details of Ayako's dance moves?

"Tonight, I will bloom wildly with you~" Completing the final turn and making an appearance, Tiran only had slightly quickened breaths. After all, possessing a body comparable to a dragon, the difference between performing on Earth in his past life and now was quite significant.

"How was it?"

"Amazing, really amazing," Ayako honestly expressed her feelings. This was only an acapella performance; it would be even more impressive with the music added, right?

Yes, it's all about that sense of awe, to be so stunned that you forget to focus on the details. Tiran clenched his fist; this move was spot on.

"Alright, I'll perform it again later. You should practice on your own for now, and as the producer, I'll go prepare some logistics for you," Tiran said with a mysterious smile after receiving the Tairaeda family crest from Ayako, embarking on the path of turning Ayako into the first idol of Morninglight.

The first issue to tackle was the costume. Although he remembered that the original Maiken's costume was a kimono, it had been modified with a fair amount of modern elements. However, this problem wasn't too difficult to solve. Even the Tairaeda family mansion had its own tailors. By providing detailed descriptions of the alterations, they could achieve a costume that was around seventy to eighty percent similar.

The biggest challenge lay in the music. After all, the song "Jigokujodo" fundamentally was a piece of modern music; achieving a hundred percent faithful rendition was definitely impossible. The remaining task was to see what extent Morninglight's local instruments could accomplish.

Furthermore, the music score also needed to be addressed. Tiran lacked a musical background himself; he purely had the brainwashing melody encoded in his DNA. However, there would certainly be differences. In this regard, he could only seek professional musicians to help transcribe the score based on his humming. The question remained whether the local musicians could handle such a task.

"... Looking at it this way, why do I feel more exhausted than Ayako?" The costume issue was the easiest to address since it was just a modification of the existing attire.

"May I ask, Miss Bodyguard," the tailor at the Tairaeda mansion said, busily sewing on the original costume, taking a moment to talk to Tiran. "This attire... is it for Miss Ayako?"

"Of course. It's the costume for the Divine Prayer Dance."

"Miss Ayako will wear this... outfit that reveals so much thigh for the dance?" The tailor's tone suddenly turned serious.

Tiran began to worry. Morninglight's ideology seemed to be somewhat conservative, similar to the transition period between modernization and traditional values in a certain island nation. Would they accept such revealing attire? For instance, would Ayako's father allow his daughter to wear such clothing on stage?

"Pfft."

...Huh?

Tiran watched as two streams of blood slowly trickled from the tailor's nostrils.

"Miss Bodyguard, please convey my gratitude to the individual who came up with this idea. Miss Tairaeda is truly the best!" Suddenly, the tailor's eyes sparkled with excitement... Heh, men.

No, no, he's just inexperienced. Getting excited over a bit of exposed thigh.

Why don't you learn from this, Aya? Can't you at least show a bit of excitement when you're seducing someone?

The princess's thoughts started drifting in strange directions.