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"…Who was that just now?"
Inside the train carriage, Ingvild found herself thinking about the boy she had locked eyes with a mont earlier.
He had looked genuinely surprised when he saw her.
Did we know each other before?
Having slept for a hundred years, Ingvild desperately wanted to find sothing familiar in this strange new world.
But she also understood the truth.
A century had passed. The little town she rembered, the people who lived there, even her parents… they had all been gone for decades now.
She no longer had a ho to return to.
"We're here~~!"
Across from her, Serafall Leviathan, still dressed in her nurse outfit, climbed up from the bench and stretched lazily, showing off a figure that could only be described as gorgeous.
For so reason, the stronger won were in this world, the better their bodies seed to get. At least, as one of the Four Satans, Serafall's appearance was practically flawless. She looked every bit the ultimate sexy goddess.
Unfortunately, everyone who knew her, including her younger sister Sona Sitri, shared the sa opinion: What a waste of such a beautiful face.
In other words, Serafall was the type of beauty ruined by her personality.
After stretching, Serafall cheerfully scooted closer.
Ingvild imdiately grew nervous.
The reason was simple.
The person sitting in front of her was the current Leviathan.
After waking up, Ingvild had learned that she herself was descended from the original Leviathan bloodline. Becoming a devil after having once been human already felt absurd enough.
But what shocked her even more was the fact that she belonged to the lineage of the defeated Leviathan.
And the victor… Was the woman in front of her.
Serafall Leviathan, who inherited the title through the Sitri family.
Ingvild still rembered the stories she'd grown up with about nobility. Victors were rarely kind to losers.
When she was young, she had personally seen a baron cast his own younger sister out of the family estate. The once-beautiful noblewoman eventually ended up on the streets, smoking, drinking, and soliciting custors from the alleyways.
Her parents had sternly warned her never to beco that kind of person.
The mory had stayed with her ever since. And because of it, Ingvild couldn't help fearing Serafall.
What if this Leviathan treated her the sa way that baron had treated his sister?
"You nervous?" Serafall leaned in close, smiling brightly as she stared at Ingvild's face. "Don't tell you're scared of injections too?"
She pointed at her nurse outfit and gave it a playful shake.
Ingvild didn't know how to answer, so she simply nodded.
"Hahaha, I know what you're worried about. You think I'm going to bully you or sothing~~"
Ingvild's ears turned red instantly, and she lowered her head in embarrassnt.
Seeing that reaction, Serafall burst out laughing, "Aww, you're blushing?"
"Relax. Big sis isn't gonna eat you."
Still smiling, Serafall raised a hand and gently ruffled Ingvild's hair despite her hesitant gaze.
Soft, silky purple hair slipped through her fingers.
Serafall blinked in surprise.
She'd honestly expected Ingvild to dodge away.
Instead, the girl seed to accept the affection without resistance.
For soone who constantly tried showering her younger sister with love only to get rejected every ti, this was emotionally devastating in the best way possible.
"You're okay with patting your head?"
"Ah? Yes…"
Ingvild nodded uncertainly.
It was just a head pat. She didn't see any reason to refuse.
Besides, she'd heard that Lady Leviathan was already over three hundred years old. Being treated affectionately by soone that much older didn't feel especially strange.
"Good girl, good girl. Such a good girl."
Completely unaware of what Ingvild was actually thinking, Serafall happily continued rubbing her head, her smile growing wider and wider.
Finally, after getting her fill, she pulled her hand back, planted both hands on her hips, and declared:
"I've decided! From today onward, you're Little Sister Number Two!"
"…Huh?" Ingvild stared blankly at her.
The next second, Serafall threw her arms around her and started rubbing cheeks with her while saying, "From now on, I'm your big sister! If anyone bullies you, I'll beat them up for you!"
"Eh?!"
Ingvild's mind completely shut down.
But faced with Serafall, she didn't dare reject her.
This was Satan Leviathan.
If she resisted, the consequences would probably be terrifying.
Still… A little sister?
Ingvild felt completely lost.
"What are you doing now? Harassing people again?"
A cold, stern voice suddenly cut through the atmosphere.
Ingvild turned her head and saw Grayfia Lucifuge staring at them with icy eyes.
The woman rumored to stand above even the Four Satans themselves.
"The heck do you an harassing? I'm clearly doting on my adorable little sister…"
Serafall imdiately tried to protest, but Grayfia rely glanced at her.
The temperature in the air seed to drop several degrees.
"His Majesty is already waiting outside on the platform. Are you planning to make him wait for you? Honestly, Serafall-chan, you—"
"Oii! What do you an by 'Serafall-chan'?! You wanna fight?! Don't co any closer, I'm not scared of you!"
A pink magical wand suddenly appeared in Serafall's hand.
Despite looking like a child's toy, it radiated terrifying magical power.
Unfortunately, combined with her tone of voice, it only made her seem like a cornered cat puffing itself up.
"I have no interest in competing with a loser." Grayfia turned around, the corner of her lips curling slightly upward. "You have three minutes to get off the train."
"What do you an loser?! You only won once! And all you did was beco the progenitor's queen… damn you, Grayfia… why do all the good things happen to you…"
Serafall angrily bit at her own hair, but she still didn't dare ignore the warning.
With a dark expression, she grabbed Ingvild's hand and started dragging her toward the exit.
"W-Wait, our luggage…"
Ingvild panicked slightly.
Then Serafall casually waved her wand.
Imdiately, the suitcases stored above the seats floated up into the air and drifted behind them.
"This is…"
Ingvild froze.
Serafall winked proudly, "Flying is a magical girl's basic skill~~"
"…But aren't you a Satan?" Ingvild asked blankly.
"And a Satan can't be a magical girl? That's prejudice! Pure prejudice!"
Serafall huffed indignantly while pulling Ingvild out of the carriage.
"I'm telling you, magical girls are positions reserved only for the purest maidens! It's a title unique to , the strongest woman in the world…"
Dragged along helplessly, Ingvild wore a dazed expression the entire ti.
'Why is she explaining all this to ? I don't even care…'
And more importantly…
'What even is a magical girl?'
She had heard of witches before.
But magical girls?
Never.
Still, as Serafall rambled on with endless enthusiasm, Ingvild gradually found the corners of her lips lifting into a small smile.
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