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Hearing Nozomi's words, Emilia's crimson eyes sparkled with relief.

"Is that really okay? Won't it cause any trouble for you?"

Nozomi gave a relaxed shrug, hands tucked into his coat pockets like a carefree protagonist straight out of a high school rom-com.

"It's fine. There's still a spare room in Sakurasou. Besides, you came here through a dimensional rift or something, right? Unless you're planning to camp out under a vending machine, you'd better stay here."

Emilia blinked, momentarily stunned by his blunt kindness. Then she smiled gently and gave a slight bow.

"Well then… I'll gratefully accept your hospitality. When I've figured things out, I promise I'll repay this debt!"

"No need to be so formal," Nozomi waved her off. "Frieren, Fern, I'll leave the world-building talk to you two. You've both got the 'otherworldly fantasy' experience down, anyway."

After all, Frieren was once a legendary elf magician and part of the Hero's party back in her own world.

"Of course," Frieren said with a gentle nod. "Leave it to us."

...…

As Nozomi exited the room, Emilia turned to the two with curiosity flickering in her gaze.

"Miss Frieren, Miss Fern, do either of you know of a demon king named Satan?"

Frieren tilted her head slightly, her long ears twitching in thought.

"Satan? Hmm… no, I'm afraid I've never heard that name. In our world, the demon king has already been sealed—temporarily, at least. But his name wasn't Satan."

Emilia's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"You haven't heard of him!? He's one of the most terrifying evils to ever walk the Empire's lands!"

Fern gently offered a theory. "It might be that we all come from different worlds entirely. Miss Emilia, are you perhaps… a Hero?"

"Yes! I am Emilia Justina, the brave warrior of the Holy Empire who led the charge against the demon king's forces. We'd already broken through Satan's castle walls, but he escaped using some kind of teleportation magic. I followed him through the rift… and ended up here."

Emilia furrowed her brow.

"But ever since I arrived, I've felt heavy, like my body's being suppressed. My divine energy's gone, and my holy sword—"

She held up her palm, but the sacred blade did not appear.

Fern crossed her arms and offered a grim explanation.

"You'd best not try to use any divine or magical powers right now. This world… it's different. There's no ambient mana in the air. No sacred power. Nothing to recharge your abilities."

"And," Frieren added seriously, "if you go around showing off unnatural abilities, there's a high chance you'll be captured and turned into a lab experiment by local authorities."

Emilia's face turned pale, her hand instinctively moving to her chest.

"T-T-That terrifying?!"

Without her powers, she really was just an ordinary girl. Well—maybe with better-than-average sword skills.

"Lady Frieren," Emilia asked, changing the topic, "how did you get here then? You seem incredibly powerful."

Frieren and Fern exchanged awkward looks.

Fern sighed first, scratching her cheek.

"We were exploring a dungeon. Lady Frieren got too curious, opened a treasure chest, and—well—it was a mimic. Swallowed her whole."

Frieren groaned softly, clearly embarrassed. "Next thing I knew, I woke up in this world."

Emilia blinked.

"A treasure chest monster?! Seriously?!"

Despite her current state, she could still faintly sense the dense magical power swirling within Frieren. For someone that powerful to get taken out by a mimic… well, it was oddly comforting. Even top-tier adventurers had dumb moments.

With a small sigh, Emilia gathered herself and looked at the two mages with newfound resolve.

"Then I've decided. I'll stay here. I'll find the demon king, no matter what. But first, I need to blend in. He must not discover I'm here, so… I'll need a new name. A new identity."

...…

That night, Sakurasou hosted one of its signature welcome dinners.

Under the warm lights and the aroma of curry rice, Emilia stood up and introduced herself to the others.

"Nice to meet you all! I'm Yusa Emi. I'm new here. Please take care of me!"

The usual residents—Shiina Mahiru, Sayu, and even the eccentric Misaki—welcomed her with open arms.

The once-quiet house bubbled with energy.

...…

As night melted into morning, Yusa Emi found herself absorbing the rules of modern Earth like a sponge, thanks to Frieren and Fernn's patient explanations.

Soon enough, reality hit her.

"I need money. And… a legal identity."

Nozomi, ever the dependable pseudo-protagonist, told her not to worry.

"I'll handle it. I got Frieren and Fernn's papers done too."

He made a quick call to Yukinoshita Haruno, who seemed almost too delighted to help.

Leaving Yusa Emi with the others, Nozomi walked to school with Mahiru and the usual group. Along the way, he spotted an angelic sight—quite literally.

Gabriel, the resident descended angel, was helping an elderly woman cross the road. Her face wore the kind of smile that would make a villain question their life choices.

She practically radiated divine light. Nozomi felt an involuntary chill.

"Man... that angel's sacred aura is way too strong..."

Just gazing at her was like being bathed in a beam of divine light. His restless heart had quieted in an instant—as if all the chaotic emotions and magic swirling inside him had been forced into silence.

Nozomi muttered to himself as he turned away.

Angels... were terrifying.

Nozomi tightened his grip on the strap of his bag, heart pounding with a conflicted rhythm.

He knew deep down that it was dangerous to get too close to someone like Gabriel. The pure holy light that clung to her like a second skin wasn't just beautiful—it had an actual effect. To someone with the blood of a magic dragon coursing through his veins, it acted like a divine suppressant.

An aura that purifies desire?

No thanks.

He hadn't come this far to have his drive stripped away by a girl who smiled like the embodiment of heaven itself.

Until he could completely control the magic that threatened to overflow from his body, avoiding Gabriel seemed like the safest move. Fınd the newest release on novel(ꜰ)ire.net

But as fate—and anime clichés—would have it, the more you try to avoid someone, the more likely they'll drop into your life like a meteorite from the sky…

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Sobu High School. Midday.

Nozomi sat on a quiet bench shaded by cherry blossoms, the sun filtering gently through the leaves above. His laptop rested on his thighs, the screen filled with a game script still stuck in limbo.

His brows furrowed. The words weren't coming.

"Tch... writer's block, huh? Even in another world, I'm still cursed by this."

Was he being too much of a perfectionist? He didn't want to lower the quality of his stories—but he couldn't seem to move forward either.

As he stared at the blinking cursor, a gentle voice drifted toward him, carried on the wind like a lullaby.

"Classmate, you look troubled... is there anything I can do to help?"

He turned, and his heart skipped a beat.

Standing before him was a girl who looked like she had stepped straight out of a celestial painting. Long, radiant blonde hair framed her face in silky waves. Her eyes—large and luminous—held the purity of an untouched sky after a rainstorm.

A warm, sacred aura shimmered subtly around her, enveloping her like a divine veil.

In her Sobu High uniform, she looked petite and unassuming, yet her presence was more dazzling than a spotlight. Even compared to Shiina Mahiru's dreamy elegance, this girl's ethereal light made everything else seem dull.

She tilted her head, an expression of gentle concern on her angelic face.

"I'm Gabriel White. If you're hurting, please let me help! It's my mission to bring smiles and hope to others."

Nozomi froze.

This... was a real angel. Not just in appearance, but in intent. The sincerity in her words, the warm glow in her gaze—everything about her was genuine.

As a time traveler thrown into this world filled with mystics, magic, and mystery, Nozomi knew opportunities like this were rare.

He was cautious, yes. The active magic in his body might react to her divine aura—but... he wasn't made of stone. There were limits to what even a sorcerer could resist.

With a slight, dramatic sigh, he leaned back on the bench and pinched his brow.

"Gabriel... I'm Hozuki Nozomi from Class F. As you can see, I'm in a creative crisis. A terrible headache is wrecking my brain. If only... someone could give me a head massage, maybe my soul would find peace."

"No problem at all! Leave it to me!"

Gabriel beamed, her voice as bright as her smile.

She stepped behind him with grace that barely disturbed the air, and a soft, floral fragrance followed in her wake. Her fingertips—gentle, warm, almost weightless—pressed lightly against his temples.

Nozomi nearly groaned. Not from pain.

But from bliss.

"Oh kami... I might actually ascend..."

Of course, he would never say that aloud.

But deep inside, he couldn't help but feel it: this angel wasn't just a beauty—she was dangerous in a whole new way.