It was only after meeting Qianyi that she realized there were people in this world living lives entirely different from hers—not trapped between classrooms, exams, and work, but racing down the path of fighting the Honkai and saving the world, doing something far more meaningful.
As a chuunibyou girl in the prime of adolescence, Raiden Mei envied that kind of life.
Everyone wanted to live for some lofty, great purpose. If they could not be a hero in a game, they wanted to be a Demon King. No one wanted to be the kind of NPC who could only walk back and forth in straight lines before school, repeating the classroom, cafeteria, and dormitory routine day after day, with only a few lines of dialogue.
In her imagination, those who fought the Honkai were always high-spirited, dressed head to toe in designer brands, always knowing what they were doing and where they wanted to go. They never got lost, nor did they ever feel at a loss.
And Qianyi perfectly matched her imagination.
No matter when it was, he always looked calm and unhurried. Even before a formidable enemy, his expression never changed, as though he always knew where he was going and what he had to do.
Even his clothes always looked crisp and energetic. His trench coat was as sharp and dashing as a blade, and even its lining had to feature ukiyo-e prints. He was impossibly fashionable and cool.
The only thing slightly different from what she had imagined was that he did not wear gold beneath his collar, nor did he like smoking cigars and exhaling clouds of smoke. Instead, he was almost refined like a delicate "lady," always holding a cup of milk and taking little sips whenever he had nothing to do. Even if