Wait, who did she just call out to stop him?
Yazuki glanced around.
There was no one ahead of him. He was sure of it.
Wait…
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a single ahoge sticking up. And as he looked down, he saw—
A dazzling head of golden hair, slightly messy, as if it hadn't been brushed properly.
No… that wasn't an ahoge.
It was just a stubbornly unruly strand of hair sticking out.
Looking down, it was a delicate face like that of an angel, slightly immature, with the same beautiful blue eyes. A small, cute figure that made people want to protect her. She wore a pink jacket with a red bow at the collar, a white shirt underneath, and a brown and red plaid pleated skirt. Her slender, fair legs were covered with short socks, and she wore pink sneakers.
Simply put, in the eyes of an average man, she was an angelic and adorable loli.
Speaking of which, this loli seemed to be radiating the aura of a fellow "otaku"... No, wait, not a fellow, but the aura of a waste. Waste as in useless, waste as in depraved. So much so that it completely suppressed her cute and moe attributes.
Wait, was this little girl really trying to stop him?
What kind of joke was this?
No matter how weak he had become, how could the great Demon King possibly be stopped by this shorty?
Speaking of which, this shorty seemed to be a little angry. Was it because he had just ignored her?
Ignore her? Come on, she was so small and standing so close. She was literally in his blind spot, so it was normal not to see her.
Hm? She looked even angrier now? Why? From the way she glared at him, it was as if she were saying:
"You bastard! Who are you calling a shorty?! Apologize right now, or you're dead!"
Her gaze turned menacing. It seemed this shorty could tell he was looking down on her.
"Get out of the way, you useless loli! This Demon King could kick ten of you away with a single strike!"
Fearless, the great Demon King Yazuki returned her glare with equal ferocity, conveying his message.
If this were another world, where he still held the image of a Demon King, this kind of glare could literally scare people to death—no joke, quite literally.
After those words, the loli's dead-fish eyes widened slightly.
The next moment—lightning-fast movement.
"BAM—!"
Yazuki's face twisted in pain, turning pale. He had completely miscalculated this loli's combat power. She wasn't weak at all. That small, seemingly fragile foot rose high and unleashed a force completely disproportionate to her tiny frame, landing squarely on his stomach.
The impact was even stronger than the twin-tailed girl from earlier. Before his mind faded into blankness, before his eyes rolled back, the last image imprinted in his consciousness was the pure white beneath her lifted skirt.
Oh... so that soft thing he had just touched was—
Yazuki, the great Demon King who once terrorized hundred different worlds, who made countless gods tremble in fear, had just returned home… only to be instantly KO'd by a useless angel.
"Aaaaah! Gabriel! I told you to stop him, not knock him out with a single kick!!!"
A girl rushed over, clutching her head in frustration. She looked at Yazuki, who was already unconscious and foaming at the mouth, regretting ever asking the girl named Gabriel to help.
"Hmph! Serves him right for looking at me like that!"
The one who had kicked the great Demon King unconscious, the girl named Gabriel—pouted and snorted in defiance. But then she noticed something. The person she had knocked out was already injured. Her expression instantly turned anxious.
"Hey, hey! He's not dead, is he?!"
Panicked, the two of them hurriedly carried him to the nearest infirmary.
After a thorough examination and some bandaging, it seemed his injuries weren't too severe, allowing the two to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Phew… That was close. I almost got recalled back to heaven~"
Gabriel patted her flat chest, finally relaxing from the earlier tension, and muttered some cryptic words.
"What did you say, Gabriel~?"
A twin-tailed girl walked over, looking confused.
"Nothing. By the way, Eriri, did you notice anything strange just now? Anything unusual?"
Gabriel replied nonchalantly, but then suddenly turned serious, asking the twin-tailed girl—Eriri—about anything odd she might have noticed.
"Something strange? Not really. Why?"
"Nothing… Can I borrow some money?"
Once again, Gabriel answered casually, then smoothly transitioned into borrowing money, leaving Eriri speechless.
The two weren't classmates. They had met by chance at a game release event, exchanged contacts, and gradually became friends.
Eriri—full name Sawamura Spencer Eriri—had a British father and a Japanese mother. She had grown up in Japan and was a mixed-blood. Her father was a diplomat.
Because both of her parents were hardcore otakus, she had also become one, though she kept this identity hidden. To her, it was a secret that must never be exposed, for fear of being ostracized by her peers.
Gabriel knew about her otaku side. However, what Gabriel didn't know was that Eriri had an even deeper secret, under the pen name "Kashiwagi Eri," she was a famous doujin artist, particularly known for drawing R-18 illustrations.
"How much?"
Eriri took out her wallet with an exasperated voice, glancing at Gabriel's sparkling eyes before rolling her own.
"Hmm~~ 4,372 yen. Let's round it up to 5,000. I'll pay you back next week~"
Gabriel tilted her head slightly, calculating the precise amount she needed (for video games) before giving an exact figure.
Gabriel—full name Gabriel White Tenma—was a complete and utter degenerate, hopelessly addicted to video games and other forms of entertainment. Eriri was well aware of this.
However, what Eriri didn't know was that Gabriel had another, much more extraordinary identity.
Gabriel had once graduated from heaven's angel academy as the top student, winning countless high-ranking awards. She was considered a prodigy and held great promise among the celestial beings—a true, legendary angel.
She had descended to Earth for training at a human school, but unfortunately, after being exposed to Earth's entertainment culture, she had completely given in to laziness. Now, she spent her days skipping school and indulging in games.
She had transformed into a slothful, useless angel, nicknamed "Wasted Angel Gabriel." She had long since thrown away her mission to bring happiness to all humans and instead vowed to fully enjoy Earth's pleasures.
Well, even though she wanted to ignore everything, there were still some things she had to take care of—like earlier, when she sensed an unusually evil presence nearby and rushed over.
"I'd better not find out which faction is stirring up trouble around here!!!"
Gabriel grumbled viciously in her mind. If her emotions could be seen on her face, her normally angelic features would have twisted into a demonic grin.
Didn't they know that this area was under her protection?