After the cake incident, Serafall somehow managed to extract me from that borderline act of culinary terrorism before Sona could successfully subject me to a full course of her alchemy experiments. I didn't even remember agreeing to leave. One moment I was fighting for my dignity and internal organs, and the next, fresh air hit my face like salvation itself.
By the time my nausea settled enough for my brain to catch up, I realized we were standing in the middle of the shopping district.
Colorful signs lined the streets, voices overlapped in cheerful chaos, and the smell of food stalls mixed with perfume and summer air. Couples passed by laughing, students wandered in groups, and the entire place pulsed with ordinary human life.
"…When did we get here?" I muttered.
Serafall hummed beside me, hands clasped behind her back, twirling slightly on her heels as if she hadn't just dragged a man on the brink of spiritual collapse across half the city. She was still wearing her ridiculous magical girl outfit—completely unbothered by the stares it earned her.
I turned to her. "Serafall-sama… what are we doing here?"
"For no reason!" she replied instantly, flashing me a radiant smile.
"…I see." I nodded slowly. Against my better judgment, I accepted that answer. After everything that had happened today, logic felt optional.
"Well," I said after a moment, "if there's no reason, then I'll head home."
I took exactly one step.
Her hand wrapped around mine.
It wasn't rough or sudden, but the intent behind it stopped me cold. I turned back, surprised—not by the contact itself, but by her expression. Serafall wasn't smiling playfully this time. She looked straight into my eyes, sharp and focused in a way that made my instincts scream louder than Ddraig ever could.
"This," she said calmly, lifting our joined hands slightly, "is a perfect opportunity."
"For…?" I asked carefully.
"To learn Serafall's tastes," she replied without hesitation. "And how to impress her in the future by taking her on a date."
Then she released my hand just long enough to poke my chest with a finger.
"This," she declared, "is what you should be thinking about instead of going home."
I stared at her.
Then I laughed.
Not because it was ridiculous—though it absolutely was—but because only Serafall Leviathan could say something like that so confidently, as if it were the most natural conclusion in the world.
"Are you asking me out?" I asked, half-joking, half-curious.
She tilted her head, curls bouncing. "Are you asking me if I want to go on a date?"
"…Yes?"
She leaned in slightly, hands on her hips, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Then ask properly."
I sighed, smiling despite myself. "Serafall-sama, would you like me to take you on a date?"
She clapped her hands together. "Approved!"
Just like that.
Before I could process what I had just signed up for, she grabbed my wrist again and started pulling me forward. "First stop! Shopping!"
"Wait—why shopping?"
"Because dates require preparation," she said seriously. "And because it's fun."
That explanation somehow felt more dangerous than Sona's cake.
She dragged me into a clothing store first. Serafall wandered through the aisles like a queen inspecting her domain, occasionally holding up outfits and asking for my opinion without any context.
"How about this?"
"…That's a school swimsuit."
"And this?"
"That's armor."
"So picky," she pouted, tossing it back.
Eventually, she stopped in front of a casual dress—simple, elegant, and surprisingly normal. She glanced at me sideways. "What do you think?"
"…It suits you," I answered honestly.
Her cheeks pinked slightly. "Good answer."
After that came snacks. She insisted on trying everything—crepes, takoyaki, shaved ice—while commenting loudly on each one like a food critic. Thankfully, none of them tasted like fermented despair.
As we walked, I noticed something strange.
Serafall wasn't acting like the Leviathan I knew—the cheerful, over-the-top Maou who filled rooms with laughter and theatrics. She was still playful, still loud, but there was an ease to her now. No audience. No performance. Just her, enjoying the moment.
"Hey," I said quietly as we paused near a fountain, "why are you really doing this?"
She looked at me, surprised.
Then she smiled—not her usual grand smile, but something softer.
"Because," she said, "you're important to So-chan. And because you're interesting. And because…" she shrugged lightly, "…sometimes I want to be just Serafall."
The crowd flowed around us, the city alive and unaware of devils, engagements, politics, or alchemy cakes.
I exhaled.
"…Then I'll do my best," I said.
She grinned. "Good. This date has only just begun."
It's always best to get on the good side of a Maou, after all. And maybe, who knows, I can charm her to make her mine.
Haha, who am I kidding? She won't be interested.
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