Returned from Another World, Earth Turned Out to Be Quite the Fantasy Too. Also, Losing Heroines, Stop Looking This Way. - V4 Chapter 42

Chapter 42: “Finally Heading Home?” ②

“Yaaay~! Everyone’s favorite idol, Leviathan, has arrived~!”

“…Wait. Leviathan? As in… the Leviathan from the Seven Deadly Sins?”

“And also, a trap.”

“—What did you just say?!”

Leviathan made his grand entrance while casually posing for a horizontal cheki (instant photo).

For some reason, he was now wearing a black mask—

Even though he had shown his face freely when meeting Natsuki earlier.

That raised a question—was there some kind of issue?

“…Wait a second. That voice… I’ve heard it somewhere before—”

“C-Could it be…?! Are you Leviako-chan from My Little Devil Leviako-chan Channel?!”

“What the hell is that?!”

“…Heh. So you could tell, huh? Well, makes sense~ When you’ve got millions of subscribers, your aura just gives it away! Unlike certain farmers out there, I’ve got, you know, an actual fanbase~!”

“Ehh… no way. That’s amazinggg~!”

Even Natsuki had to admit he was impressed.

Who would have thought Leviathan was actually a million-subscriber-tier video streamer?

For comparison—Samael and Mammon had been celebrating recently because their channel finally passed thirty thousand subscribers.

Which was already pretty damn impressive—

But Leviathan was on an entirely different level.

“Wait, hold on. You demons have way too much free time! Since when do you guys have YouTube careers?!”

“What are you even talking about, Natsuki-kyun? I’m just following the proud traditions of old-school demons—tricking humans for fun! And guess what? I made a ton of money the other day! I donated every single coin to charity, though~!”

“Huh? Sudden act of kindness?”

“It’s not about being nice. I’m one of the ancient demons, so I’ve already got ridiculous amounts of wealth. Money isn’t what I care about—it’s the attention I want!”

“D-Damn… that’s deep.”

Natsuki didn’t really get it, but somehow—it sounded profound.

“Oh, wait. Is that why you’re wearing a mask? To avoid getting recognized?”

“Yup. I wouldn’t care if it were just Satan, but Lucifer? That guy never shuts up. And like—dude—I literally used to change his diapers back in the day!”

“Wait, WHAT?!”

“Anyway, forget about that! Let’s hurry up and head to Natsuki-kyun’s house~ I’ve been waiting for this moment!”

“…For what exactly?”

“To make that shitty Koume Lucifer eat her words, obviously! That bitch has it coming!”

Natsuki’s eyes widened.

Not only did Leviathan know Lucifer, but he also knew Koume?!

“That damn Koumeeee! Just because she’s a tall, leggy beauty, she thinks she can insult me?! I’LL NEVER FORGIVE HER! Who the hell calls me a ‘tiny bastard’?! I’m a uke, so being small is a good thing, dammit!”

“…Oh no. This is definitely gonna turn into a fight. Welcome back, Event-san! But seriously, I didn’t need this kind of nonsense event! Ah—but then again, every event you’ve ever thrown at me has been complete nonsense! Ahahaha!”

Right in front of the school gate, Natsuki and Leviathan were yelling like maniacs, drawing way too much attention.

People were staring—for all the wrong reasons.

Miyako, realizing the absolute disaster unfolding, quietly stepped away to create some distance.

Moments later—Tsukuyomi came sprinting out of the school building, and the three of them were immediately dragged off to the guidance office.

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“…What the hell is that?”

Anzu Ayakawa stood near the school gate, gnawing at her fingernail, irritation clear on her face.

Natsuki was there—laughing and chatting with a cute girl and a refined girl.

And yet, he never even spared her a smile.

It pissed her off.

“It’s not Anzu’s fault. It’s his fault. He’s the one who was wrong. He’s already dead and gone, so just let it be, right?”

Anzu spoke without a hint of remorse.

With Yuto dead, she truly believed everything was over—that things could go back to the way they were.

In her mind, that meant returning to the early days of childhood, when she and Natsuki had just met and could still act like a happy brother and sister.

But the truth was—

That “happy phase” had only lasted a few months.

After that, for years, she had screamed insults at both Natsuki and Haruko, tearing the family apart.

The time she spent hating them was far longer than the time she had spent getting along.

Even if Yuto’s charm had influenced her, that didn’t erase what she had done.

Maybe if she had apologized, things would have been different—

But Anzu didn’t feel like she had done anything wrong.

So she saw no reason to apologize.

“Good day to you, young lady!”

A cheerful, high-pitched male voice rang out—

Anzu instinctively turned around.

Standing behind her was a young man in a tailcoat.

Normally, she should have screamed or run away from the suspicious stranger.

But for some reason, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“You—yes, you! You have potential! I shall grant you a most wonderful power! A power that will let you take back your dear brother from those filthy wenches!”

“Really?”

“Really, truly! As a token of our new friendship, allow me to introduce myself! I am the God of Despair! Let’s see… If the Goddess of Love is ‘Ai-chan,’ then you may call me ‘Zekkun’!”



～～Afterword～～

Ai-chan’s friend has arrived!

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