(Crossover) Falling Stars

Master, Master, please adopt me! I'm very easy to care for. You don't even need to feed me. Master, Master, a Zanpakuto is nowhere near as useful as I am. I'm both hard and sturdy. Master, Master, now that you have me, you don't need anything else. Hestia: Shut up! Because of you, I have to keep transmigrating from place to place. Have you thought about how you're going to make it up to me? Master, Master, I'll sell myself to you. Hestia: You already signed a contract with me. You're mine. How is that supposed to make up for anything? One I, Hestia, am the eldest daughter of Chronos, god of space, and Rhea, goddess of time. I am the goddess of the hearth, the protector of households (and of the state or nation), the goddess of the stars, and the guardian of the earth. Any living being who wishes to protect their family (or someone important to them) can receive my protection. The existence of every person and every nation is like the stars in the sky: they can fall and be destroyed in an instant, and no one can escape it. What about you? P.S. This is a story about a master-obsessed mirror dragging its owner all over the place through transmigration. P.P.S. This is a story about a transmigrator forced to be a good older sister and forced to be a saint. P.P.P.S. She occasionally takes on the side job of beating up other transmigrators. If you can't see the new chapters, please clear your browser cache, then press Ctrl+F5. Dear readers, I'm currently focusing on updating my other infinite-world story. Updates to this one will be a little sporadic, so please don't mind. I can only promise 4,000 words of updates each week. Theme: