My Creations Followed Me to Another World-Chapter 26: Shivvy’s Vow

The argument was over.

But the silence that followed felt like the room itself had stopped breathing.

Hana sat rigid by the cold fireplace, arms locked tight, fury frozen into a hard, icy mask.

Dante stayed at the table, hands pressed on the black ledger, his desperate reasoning echoing in the air.

It has to be her. It’s the only way.

On the cot, Shivvy lay perfectly still.

She hadn’t cried. She was past tears.

She had listened to every word. Her world, the little one she had built around "Creator," "Hana," and "safety", was cracking.

She heard the words: key. exploit. only one. designed for her.

She knew what she was. A tool. A low-level character who had never mattered in the game.

But here, in this terrifying new world, she was suddenly... irreplaceable.

Slowly, Shivvy slid off the cot. She walked across the stone floor in absolute silence.

Not to Hana. Hana was trembling with too much anger to touch.

She walked to Dante.

He didn’t notice her until she spoke.

"Creator?"

He flinched. The ledger slipped from his hands and thudded against the table.

"Shivvy, hey. You should be asleep. I’m sorry, we-"

"I heard everything."

Hana’s head snapped up. "Shivvy, sweet girl, come here. Don’t listen to him. He’s not thinking straight."

Shivvy didn’t move toward her. She reached out, touched the ledger with one small finger, and whispered:

"Is it true? That I’m the only one?"

Dante’s heart clenched. He dropped to one knee fast, meeting her eyes straight on.

He owed her honesty.

"Yes," he said softly. "It’s true."

He pointed to the diagrams.

"They built this vault to stop everyone they could imagine. Mages. Killers. Master thieves. They trapped the whole world."

He tapped her forehead gently.

"But not you. Not someone who isn’t using magic. Not someone who doesn’t think like a thief. You’re invisible to their traps."

She stared up at him.

"Am I... useful?" she whispered.

Not a child’s question. A question from something built to serve, now terrified of failing.

Dante swallowed.

"You’re more than useful," he said, voice cracking. "You’re the one who can save us. You’re the one thing they didn’t plan for. You’re our hope, Shivvy."

Her eyes flickered. Fear. Exhaustion. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But behind it... a spark. Loyalty. Purpose.

She pulled her hands from Dante’s and returned to the cot. She picked up her [Gray Rabbit] plush.

Then she looked at Hana.

"If I don’t do it... you and Creator go back to cages, right? The streets. The dark."

Her voice shook.

"We’d be alone again."

Hana broke. Tears ran down her face. "Shivvy... sweetheart..."

But Shivvy stepped past her, returning to Dante with the rabbit pressed to her chest.

Her voice was tiny, but firm:

"I’ll do it. But... only if we practice first. I don’t want to mess up and make you sad."

Hana staggered to her feet.

"My husband—no. She needs rest."

Dante nodded gently.

"She will rest. But she needs confidence too. We don’t have time to let fear fade. We have to override it."

He turned to 47.

"47. New directive. We need a fake Resonance Ward. And a fake Rune of Judgment. Can you simulate them?"

47’s visor lit up.

[AFFIRMATIVE. Generating low-power Aether field. Simulating threat-based judgment protocol.]

Hana, despite everything, moved. Her craft-trained hands tore a pillow from the cot, wrapped it in Dante’s extra tunic, and set it on a stool.

Their "Sun-stone."

47 stepped forward, her suit glowing with a faint ripple of energy.

[AETHERIC FIELD ACTIVE. SIMULATING RESONANCE WARD.]

Dante crouched beside Shivvy.

"This shimmer? First trap. No magic. No potions. Just you."

She nodded, clutching the rabbit until its seams strained.

"And now the Rune," Dante said. "47 will read you. If she detects malice or the intent to steal, she’ll sound the alarm. If you stay neutral... you pass."

47’s visor pulsed.

[THREAT-DETECTION ONLINE. Awaiting target intent.]

Shivvy swallowed hard, then faced the rippling field.

"Ready," she whispered.

She stepped forward.

One step. Two. Through the shimmering field.

No alarm.

The first trap accepted her.

She reached the stool. Her whole body trembled. 47’s sensors locked onto her, reading her fear, her shake, her exhaustion.

Shivvy closed her eyes.

She didn’t think: I’m stealing. She thought: I am using the skill Creator gave me.

Her fingers touched the pillow.

[Pickpocket] activated.

A faint bzzzzt came from 47’s suit — confused, uncertain.

[WARNING: UNKNOWN ACTION. INTENT: NEUTRAL.]

No alarm.

Shivvy opened her eyes.

She had done it.

Dante let out a breath he’d been holding too long. Hana covered her mouth, tears returning, this time from relief and grief tangled together.

"You did it," Dante said, voice thick. "Shivvy... you passed. You’re clean."

Shivvy looked up at him.

"So... I really am useful?"

Dante pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.

"You’re a goddamn superhero."

She sagged into him, tired but glowing with pride.

He brushed her hair.

"Now sleep, little thief. We move tomorrow."