In Mayuna's living room, the young Archmage was sprawled inelegantly across the sofa, watching the television Dragon had transformed into. A strip of white tape was stuck to the upper-right corner of the poor TV Dragon, making it easy to imagine what kind of treatment he had suffered.
"You can turn into something like this too?"
Alicia was very curious about this form of Dragon's. Back during the great war, he had been a main source of firepower, able to transform into all manner of devastating weapons and shields with impeccable defenses. He could even turn into a droplet of water and slip into female angels' clothes to do as he pleased—though that last one was merely his personal hobby.
"..."
"I wonder what Satan would say if he saw you like this. He'd probably think it suited you quite well. Mm-hm."
Seeing Dragon play dead in silence, Alicia circled around him a few more times. She was also very interested in this box that could display all sorts of images, and seeing Dragon suffer was even more entertaining.
"You're so annoying! I just like transforming into this shape. It's not because that damn white-haired girl beat me up..."
Even Dragon's voice twisted as he spoke. He could not help looking toward Ruben, who was deep in thought, but Ruben could only give him a helpless look. After all, Mayuna had always ruled the household.
"Nana, I have something to tell you!"
For the past few days, the imperial princess had treated this place as her own home. She went out on patrol during the day, then returned at night to mooch dinner and stay over. The young Archmage had protested a few times before eventually letting her have her way. Now, Tinasha burst in again.
"Put down what you're