Satania replied to Arthur:
"I just stepped out. I was going to buy something to eat."
Arthur: "Something to eat… don't tell me it's pineapple buns again?"
Satania: "Correct!"
Arthur: "Seriously, Satania, do you like pineapple buns that much?"
Satania: "Of course, I absolutely love them."
She especially loved the texture and flavor of pineapple buns.
Particularly the ones that had just come out of the oven.
As for why she was so obsessed—
Perhaps because the very first bread she ate after coming from the Demon World to the Human World had been a pineapple bun.
For her, pineapple buns were like her white moonlight.
Arthur: "Alright, but remember to be careful of that dog. Don't let it snatch your bun again."
"!!"
At Arthur's reminder, Satania's expression immediately changed. She quickly glanced around warily.
Looking left, peering right.
As if facing a mortal enemy.
"Woof!"
Suddenly, a dog bark rang out.
"Masaka!?"
Satania's face turned pale as she whipped around in shock.
Only to see a dog emerge from a nearby corner, leashed and being walked by its owner.
"Huff… thank goodness!"
Relieved that it was a false alarm, Satania let out a long breath.
She thought it was that detestable "angel's lapdog."
"Wait?!"
Something struck her mind.
Satania quickly typed:
"Arthur, listen to me…"
Meanwhile, on the other side—
"An angel…"
Reading Satania's message, Arthur fell into thought.
She had run into an angel at school.
But according to Satania's complaints, that angel was nothing like the one she'd imagined—instead, more like a demon.
Late to class, gaming during lessons;
scribbling all over her textbooks;
carelessly tossing unfinished drinks, spilling juice across the hallway.
As an angel, she was doing things worthy of an S-rank demon.
Still, an angel was an angel.
And angels and demons were natural enemies.
As a demon-in-training, Satania hadn't hesitated for a second to see that angel as her rival.
She had even gathered intel.
That angel's name was Gabriel White.
She was in the same class as her.
It was just that she skipped so many classes that Satania had never noticed before.
But finding out now was not too late.
She had already decided—she would defeat this destined opponent.
Reading Satania's declaration, Arthur's expression turned a little odd.
Arthur: "Satania, maybe you should just let it go. How about trying to be friends with Gabriel instead?"
Satania: "Ha! Friends with an angel? I'm a demon, Arthur—you really don't get it, do you?"
Arthur: "So you're saying you do?"
Satania: "Hmph! Of course I do!" Satania huffed confidently.""
Arthur: "Then I wish you good luck."
Satania: "Don't worry, I'll definitely defeat that angel Gabriel, hahaha"
"Satania grinned slyly."
"…"
Reading Satania's laughing reply, Arthur could almost see her standing there, hands on hips, cackling arrogantly.
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Every time she laughed like that, something bad was bound to follow.
Time slipped by quietly.
Arthur lay on the sofa in the first-floor living room, phone in hand, browsing the internet while chatting.
Satania.
Yumiko Miura.
Utaha Kasumigaoka.
Sonoko Machida…
About half an hour later.
Satania sent another message:
"Ughhh "Satania groaned in frustration.", that hateful angel's dog stole another pineapple bun from me!Satania wailed."
Arthur: "…"
He couldn't help feeling both sorry for her and slightly amused.
Shaking his head with a smile, he typed back:
"Don't worry, next time I run into that dog, I'll teach it a lesson for you. I'll grab it myself."
"The important thing is—it actually dared to bully my Satania."
Elsewhere, in Itabashi Ward.
"!!"
Reading that last line, Satania froze. Then her eyes widened, her whole face turning red.
My Satania?!
That sentence completely fried her CPU.
Thoughts began flooding her mind:
"What does Arthur mean by that?"
"Could it be that he likes me?"
"Was it love at first sight?!"
"If Arthur confesses to me, should I say yes?"
"Do I like him?"
"Well… I don't hate him…"
Her heart raced, her face burning. All because of one line from Arthur.
At that moment, a new message popped up:
"Satania, how should I punish that dog for you?"
"What if I made it disappear forever?"
Disappear… forever.
Reading that, Satania froze again.
In her mind, she imagined a throat-slitting gesture.
Wait—was Arthur talking about that?!
That was way too cruel!
Only a top-tier SS-rank demon would ever go that far. It was pure evil—enough to get one expelled from the Demon World!
So she hurriedly replied:
"No, no, that's way too cruel."
"Just scare it. As long as that angel's lapdog doesn't dare mess with me, the future great demon, that's enough."
After all, it had only stolen bread.
That wasn't worth taking its life.
"Truly rustic and pure-hearted!"
Arthur couldn't help but sigh at her reply.
Arthur: "Relax, I was only joking."
"Next time I run into that dog, I'll scare it off for you—so it never dares to touch your pineapple buns again."
"So it was a joke…"
Reading his reply, Satania let out a relieved breath.
She thought so.
She had only known Arthur for a week, but he didn't seem like the kind of person who'd kill a dog over something like that.
Satania: "Thank you, Arthur."
A bright smile spread across her face.
After chatting with him, her mood had lifted completely, and the frustration of losing her bun to that dog had vanished.
Night quietly devoured the sunset.
Day retreated, and evening descended.
In the uninhabited mountains of eastern Fukushima Prefecture—
Within an invisible grand barrier, ripples of pale-blue light shimmered in the air. A figure suddenly appeared.
About one meter fifty in height.
Delicate features, a cute face, emerald-green eyes.
Orange-tinted hair tied into twin ponytails with red ribbons.
On her left shoulder perched a bat that looked like a plush toy.
She was wearing a school uniform.
Taking out her phone, she opened her contacts.
After hesitating for a moment, she closed it, then opened her map app.
With a flash, her figure vanished.
About half an hour later—
Ripples stirred again.
A girl with long black hair appeared, draped in a coat with a shoulder cape.
Her eyes gleamed crimson.
Her features were flawless, her skin pale as snow.
Her voluminous hair was tied into two sections with bands.
In her hand was an oval stone.
On it were four directional arrows—north, south, east, west.
At the center, a bead of blood pulsed.
Channeling a trace of youkai power, one arrow lit up red.
Fixing her gaze on that direction, she vanished.
And the direction the arrow pointed—
Led toward Saitama. Or perhaps… Tokyo.
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