Several days later, Fuyuki City Port.
As the passenger ship docked, Samael stepped ashore after leaving the cabin with light luggage. Looking at the scenery around him, he lazily stretched his arms wide and closed his eyes to breathe in the fresh air.
After only a few days away, the sights and buildings he had once grown tired of seemed somehow more familiar.
Maybe this was what it felt like to come home.
However, after waiting in place for a while, Samael looked at the empty end of the road and could not help feeling puzzled.
Strange, why hadn't anyone come to pick him up? He had clearly told them what time he would disembark over the phone that morning.
Unable to make sense of it, Samael helplessly shook his head and had no choice but to hail a taxi on his own.
The trip went smoothly, and the car arrived.
At the entrance to the Dollhouse, the old serpent skillfully retrieved a spare key from a hidden compartment beneath a flowerpot and casually unlocked the door.
"Welcome home, Master!"
However, the instant Samael pushed the door open and entered, a sharp, forceful shout like a military bugle suddenly exploded through the silence.
On either side of the entrance, Bazett and Angelica, who had been standing silently in the darkness, bent forward at a perfect ninety degrees. Their stern expressions and mechanical movements made them seem like two unsmiling guardian deities intimidating a delinquent who had broken into the house.
Samael, who had been closing the door with his back to the living room, jolted and flattened himself against the door panel. When he recovered, his eyes went wide.
That was because the two of them were wearing special black-and-white uniforms that exposed the upper swell of their breasts and