What kind of presence was Viska, the Rogue Goddess and such an oddball, within the First Family?
It was hard to say. Just like many people who spent all day hanging around with our big family, no one could explain how this female rogue had so naturally and shamelessly become an almost permanent lodger, even half a mistress of the house. Older Sister and I were both especially tolerant by nature, while the family members added later basically centered around the two of us and steadfastly upheld the philosophy of treating every unthinking, carefree newcomer as a guest. This had caused the First Family to expand in an almost effortless fashion, its boundaries becoming ever more blurred. Honestly speaking, there were only a few people in this household who could be called mistresses and heads of the house, at most adding the little ones including Pandora. But in the minds of Older Sister and me, anyone living under one roof and spending every day fooling around together could be considered family—including the Ghost Maid who wailed like a ghost in the Living Room at midnight, and the Fox Dog who had only moved in during the past few months and was always mistaken for a shoe mat.
Viska and the God Race Cops Five-Man Team led by her were, officially, special envoys stationed by the God Realm in the Empire's capital. Their other identities were Sandora's longtime bad influences and Ding Dang's idiot subordinates. Yet after they had so openly mooched off our home for so long, I even felt they were family. Monina was like a younger sister who loved cooking but was a little willful. Yiersen was like a buddy with a sharp tongue and a whole pile of showy bad habits. Kenser was an elder who specialized