Prologue (3/3)

Ange was not exaggerating. His right eye was the Serpent's Eye. It held the power to rule half the world, so a lot of people would want to take it.

"…"

But to Mutsuki…

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

When he stopped replying, Ange gave him a puzzled look, so he quickly shook his head.

He knew she would get mad if he told her what he was thinking.

They finally arrived at their home.

It was a single-story building without a yard tucked back behind a small road. The location was poor and a parking lot bordered it on the south, so it got plenty of sun but not much air.

They had been living in an apartment before, but they had moved since it had been half destroyed in the trouble ten days before and since Machina of FeTUS and Lucia the demon had learned its location.

"Nn. C'mon, Micha… That's in the way."

Ange expressed her annoyance as she climbed over the off-road motorcycle parked right in front of the building. That motorcycle with a giant engine and indestructibly thick tires was the sole possession of their other roommate.

Either because it was large or because the house was small, it covered the entire entranceway. Mutsuki also climbed over it with some trouble and slid open the poor-fitting door.

"We're back…ah."

"We're back…ah."

They both gave the same greeting and they were both left dumbfounded.

The place was so small that the living room was immediately inside the entrance, but even though most of the boxes had yet to be unpacked ten days after moving in, the room was too messy to see the tatami mat floor.

They both held their head in their hands. It looked like the place had been attacked, but they could not blame this on FeTUS or the demons. Nothing looked damaged and most of the clutter came from beer cans, junk food wrappers, magazines, and removed clothing.

The culprit was sprawled out, asleep, and clutching a bottle of booze.

"Zzzz~~"

The blonde beauty with dark skin was snoring on the floor. She was nearly 170 cm tall, so she covered most of the ten square meter living room.

She had apparently stripped after getting drunk and hot. Her clothes were strewn about and the breasts sexily rising from her chest were exposed. She was still wearing her skirt, but her legs were spread wide, giving a perfect view of her thong. Mutsuki blushed and looked away.

She was Jiyuuni Micha, the other angel who protected Mutsuki.

"How did she make such a mess in only eight hours?"

The place had been clean that morning, so the boy sighed. And at times like this, it was always Mutsuki who got stuck with all the housework.

"Oh, honestly. Take care of this, Mutsuki."

As usual, Ange showed no sign of helping and stomped through the trash to go change in her room.

"Sure… Oh, Ange."

"What? …Fwah!"

He was going to tell her to be careful because plastic was slippery on top of tatami mats, but before he could, she looked back and stepped on a salami wrapper. She made a spectacular fall forward.

"…"

She usually wore spats, but today she was not wearing them.

He saw the color white.

"Ow, ow…gah!?"

She frantically held down her skirt and gave him the same murderous look she had given Lucia earlier.

"You perverrrrrrrrrrrt!"

"Y-you did that on your own!"

"Shut uuuuuuup! If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't've tripped!"

After he was sent flying by a high kick, Mutsuki sighed for the umpteenth time that day.

Life had become troublesome. A strange power had awoken inside him, a lot of scary things had happened, and his daily life had changed.

The worst part today was not the demon or mysterious classmate.

It was his irritated roommate.