At the same time, inside a shopping mall in Saitama Prefecture where Nanamiya Yasuko worked, a clothing store called Heaven on Earth Japanese welcomed a group of extraordinary guests.
The one at the forefront was neither a burly man nor a successful-looking elite, nor even a handsome talent.
It was a woman.
Cherry-colored hair flowing to her hips.
A golden head ornament.
Every movement, every gesture carrying the grace of royalty.
No-more than a queen.
A queen consort.
A goddess.
The only regret was the opaque white veil covering most of her face.
Behind her, aside from a cold-looking white-haired man who entered together with her, the rest of the group dispersed outside the store, taking up positions with the discipline of a well-trained elite force.
Seeing the woman enter, a heavily made-up middle-aged woman stepped forward at once, deliberately bypassing Nanamiya Yasuko, who had been standing nearby.
"Yasuko, I'll handle this customer myself. You keep an eye on the back."
"Store Manager!"
Nanamiya Yasuko called out in surprise.
The manager didn't turn back.
Yasuko hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently and retreated behind the checkout counter not far away.
Tap. Tap.
With a practiced, flattering smile, the store manager greeted the veiled woman.
"Welcome. May I ask what you're looking for today?"
"I'm here to find someone."
What a gentle voice.
Even without seeing her face, that was the first thought that surfaced in the manager's mind.
"Nanamiya Yasuko... ah, found her."
The woman's gaze swept through the store and quickly locked onto Yasuko behind the counter.
She gave the store manager a slight nod and walked past her unhurriedly.
Stopping in front of Yasuko, she spoke again.
"Are you Madam Nanamiya Yasuko? Hiro's mother?"
Madam.
Hearing herself addressed that way by such a presence, Yasuko felt a flicker of awkwardness.
She glanced at the store manager, who had already been respectfully "invited" out of the store with thick stacks of Fukuzawa Yukichi bills.
After hesitating briefly, Yasuko nodded.
"Yes. That's me."
Judging from the other party's demeanor, if they had wanted to harm her, they could have sent anyone.
There was no need for this kind of appearance.
That much, Yasuko could understand.
At her answer, the woman's eyes behind the veil curved slightly, as if smiling.
"Zastin."
"Yes!"
At the call, the white-haired man stepped forward, took out a small, unknown cube, and tossed it into the empty space in front of the checkout counter.
Bang.
In an instant, a wooden screen blocking all outside view, two chairs, and a one-meter-square table materialized.
High-tech...
Yasuko covered her mouth lightly, surprise surging within her.
After completing this, Zastin bowed toward the cherry-haired woman, turned, and stationed himself outside the screen, guarding the store entrance.
The woman removed her veil.
A breathtaking face was revealed-so stunning that even Yasuko, a woman herself, felt momentarily dazed.
Smiling faintly, she gestured toward the table.
"Madam Yasuko, if it's convenient, may we talk for a bit?"
"O-Oh."
Yasuko nodded reflexively.
Realizing herself a moment later, she stepped out from behind the counter she had barely stood at for a minute.
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Because four transfer students had joined at once, the homeroom teacher was forced to place four desks in the back row.
For Hiro, seated in the second-to-last row, this was deeply uncomfortable.
After all, all four of the newcomers were related to him.
Lala was already his fiancée.
Her two younger sisters being curious was normal.
And Ingvild had transferred to Kuoh Academy directly because of him.
"Hey, Hiro-kun."
Taking advantage of the moment when Kirisu Mafuyu turned her head, Asuna Yuuki leaned closer and whispered.
"What's with those girls? Why are they always looking over here?"
In front of them, Koneko's ears twitched slightly.
Clearly curious.
"You already know about Lala and her sisters," Hiro replied quickly, keeping an eye on Mafuyu above.
"I asked Ingvild to come to Saitama Prefecture, but I didn't expect her to transfer schools directly."
Whether Ingvild counted as an acquaintance or someone Hiro personally brought into Kuoh Academy-
That was something that needed to be reported to President Rias.
Koneko silently made that judgment.
Being stared at from multiple directions, the school day finally ended.
As usual, Hiro walked Asuna Yuuki partway home.
But today, aside from Asia-who wasn't present-three additional girls followed them.
Pink.
Pink.
Pink.
Purple.
White.
"Koneko."
Hiro turned his head, his left hand still tightly held by Asuna Yuuki, and looked at the white-haired, expressionless girl behind him.
"I get why they're tagging along, but what about you? Don't you need to worry about Rias-senpai?"
"It's fine," Koneko replied calmly.
"Buchou will understand."
Understand?
Of course she understands.
You're all family.
Hiro muttered inwardly, then looked at the purple-haired girl walking beside Koneko.
"Ingvild, sorry. The timing of your transfer's a bit bad. Otherwise, I could've shown you around the city after school."
Right now, he wanted to get home as soon as possible.
To ask his mother exactly what Sephie had said.
And whether she had already sold her son.
Confidence was one thing.
Reality was another.
Considering Asuna Yuuki's status as an ordinary human, Hiro deliberately avoided sensitive topics along the way.
Then, standing in front of his house, he froze.
On his right-
Where a five-story apartment building had stood that morning-
Now stood a building identical to the Kirigaya-Nanamiya residence.
The only difference was the nameplate.
"Deviluke."
Hiro's mouth twitched violently.
Alright.
High-tech.
No problem.
And he could already guess why.
"See you tomorrow, Hiro. If you miss me, you can come find me tonight too, you know."
Led by the eldest, Lala, Momo and Nana said their goodbyes one after another.
Hiro nodded to each of them.
But thinking about it carefully...
They had only met for the first time today.
Their relationship wasn't even at the beginning stage.
Wasn't Lala's attitude a bit too exaggerated?
Especially considering how much she hated arranged marriages and introductions in the original story.
Click.
"Mom, I'm home."
Pushing open the door, Hiro stopped dead.
At the end of the hallway stood a cherry-haired woman with an intellectual aura, wearing nothing but a bath towel.
He stared, stunned.
Mother-in-law?
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