Looking at the back of the human who called himself the Lord of Chaos and Void, the little girl suddenly felt as if she had been left standing alone in the wind.
After all, they had fought.
That counted as knowing each other.
Cough… at least if that could be called a fight.
But when leaving, shouldn’t he at least say goodbye to the cute me?
Or did he really think I would eat his food…
“Here.”
Two pineapple buns appeared in front of Kanna.
“Why?”
She looked at Sorata, who had returned, her small face filled with confusion.
“With the little power you still have, getting food wouldn’t be difficult. Why not steal or rob?”
Before she could answer, Sorata chuckled.
“Do you want them? If not, I’m leaving.”
“…You’re the one who insisted on treating me.”
Her mouth was stubborn, but her hands were quick as she grabbed the bread.
Heh.
Classic tsundere.
Sorata laughed softly, stood up, and pointed toward the distant riverbank.
“Over there. About ten miles from here. The dragon you’re looking for is there. Goodbye, interesting little dragon from another world.”
“Oh, and I like those who follow rules. I follow rules too. You’re not bad.”
He waved casually.
This time, he truly left.
“Strange human. No… humans aren’t this terrifying.”
Kanna swallowed a large bite of bread and watched his figure disappear at the end of the street.
Under the sunlight, Sorata walked leisurely without direction.
Unknowingly, he arrived at a bustling commercial plaza.
He sat on the edge of a flower bed and watched the passing crowd with interest, observing the countless expressions moving through the world.
His state of mind felt distant, as if he were a high god blending into mortals to experience life.
A faint sense of detachment showed naturally in his eyes.
Although he usually restrained himself to appear normal, he knew clearly that he was no longer an ordinary person.
Nor did he truly see himself as one.
If only I had a glass of juice in my hand right now.
The thought crossed his mind.
Unfortunately, the last of his money had been spent on Kanna’s bread.
That was also why he had left so quickly.
The little dragon had clearly been hungry for a long time.
If she had asked for more after finishing, he would not have been able to pay.
That would have been awkward.
After putting on such a grand act earlier, he could not let it collapse so soon.
Acting cool feels good for a moment.
Acting cool all the time feels even better.
Realizing his funds were insufficient to maintain the act, Sorata naturally adopted the posture of a hidden expert in the marketplace, waved his sleeve without taking a cloud, and departed swiftly.
The living expenses his family sent averaged only about a thousand yen per day.
It was barely enough.
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He had been preoccupied with the Kryptonian bloodline issue and had not dealt with this problem yet.
But soon.
Once his novel was published next month, royalties would begin flowing in.
With that work’s popularity, he would not need to worry about money for a while.
And when he found time to draw the EVA manga, its earning potential would essentially solve his financial concerns.
Provided he did not suddenly need tens or hundreds of billions at once.
“The appointed time is almost here.”
At that moment, a neatly dressed, handsome high school boy with medium-short hair stopped not far from Sorata, glancing around as if searching for someone.
“Hello.”
A graceful voice sounded.
A short-haired beauty wearing a red strapless dress approached him, carrying a faint charm.
She handed him a flyer printed with strange diagrams and text.
“Ah… oh…”
The boy instinctively took it, looking slightly nervous as he glanced at her in confusion.
She simply smiled, waved, and disappeared into the crowd.
“Eh? I just took it without thinking.”
Hyoudou Issei scratched the back of his head and looked at the flyer.
At the bottom were a few lines.
“Help you fulfill your wishes? That sounds weird.”
“A demonic creature.”
From the flower bed behind him, Sorata watched the short-haired beauty vanish almost instantly among the crowd.
“Issei-kun!”
In the distance, a girl with long hair, wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt and black skirt, called out sweetly.
Immediately, Hyoudou Issei shoved the flyer into his pocket and brightened.
“Hi, Yuuma-chan.”
“Sorry, did you wait long?”
“No, I just got here.”
He smoothed his hair awkwardly, trying to maintain his composure.
Hyoudou Issei.
Yuuma.
The scene felt familiar.
Could it be him?
Sorata watched as the boy happily followed the girl away.
His gaze grew thoughtful.
If he remembered correctly, tonight, after enjoying himself enough, the fallen angel named Yuuma would kill Hyoudou Issei on his first date, at the height of his happiness.
But as the saying goes, to die beneath a peony flower is to remain romantic even in death.
If he dies, he dies.
It has nothing to do with me.
Sorata shook his head and had no intention of following.
After sitting a while longer and growing bored, he stood and continued wandering aimlessly.
Eventually, he arrived at a park thick with trees.
Finding a grassy slope, he lay down lazily and basked in the sun.
The sunlight warmed his body.
The steady increase of power within him brought a comfortable feeling.
For the moment, he did not wish to think about anything.
Time passed.
The sun set.
The evening glow faded.
Darkness gradually settled.
When the last trace of sunlight disappeared, the somewhat remote park felt eerily quiet under the dense canopy.
“Today was really fun.”
“Yeah. Today was just great.”
Hyoudou Issei and Yuuma had arrived at the park at some point.
They walked hand in hand, the atmosphere light and tinged with sweetness.
Suddenly, Yuuma released his hand and ran lightly toward the fountain at the center of the park.
She turned and smiled.
“Hey, Issei-kun.”
“To commemorate our first date, can you grant me one request?”
Her voice was soft as she approached him and bowed slightly.
Could it be… she wants to kiss me…
Issei’s eyes widened.
Heat rushed to his head.
His heart pounded.
“W… what request?”
He swallowed, feeling his body grow warm and his throat dry.
Yuuma’s temperament shifted.
A faint, ominous aura spread.
She lifted her head.
The corners of her lips curved faintly.
Her eyes turned cold.
“Could you please die for me?”
“Eh? Ah… what…”
He blinked, unable to process her words.
Forcing a smile, he said, “Yuuma-chan… sorry… could you say that again? I think I didn’t hear clearly.”
She leaned close to his ear and repeated in a cold whisper.
“Could you please die for me?”
This time, he heard it clearly.
He froze.
A powerful magical aura erupted from her body.
Purple light flickered.
Her clothes shattered into ash, revealing a perfect, naked figure.
In an instant, Issei’s mind went blank.
I saw it.
Even if only for a moment.
They were real.
It was the first time in his life he had been so close to a girl’s body.
His eyes burned as he stared at the figure revealed in the explosion of light.
The instinct buried deep within him overwhelmed his thoughts, causing him to ignore the eerie and dangerous shift before him.