Sona Sitri looked at her sister in front of her, feeling rather helpless... Why did she have to dress like this at a time like this? Those cute twin tails, that pink magical-girl outfit—it was just too much!
It made her hard to face.
She felt incomparably childish and embarrassing. This was her sister! More importantly, she was one of the Four Great Satan Kings of the Underworld, yet she had absolutely no fear of social death. Her social skills were absurdly overpowered.
Sona usually acted very maturely, and part of the reason was because of this woman.
The person before her was Leviathan, one of the Four Great Satan Kings. Strictly speaking, "Leviathan" was a position among the Satan Kings, responsible for diplomatic affairs in the Underworld—though this particular Satan King was extremely unreliable.
As an extreme siscon, Serafall always made people worry that she might declare war on another faction over some trivial matter.
"Sona-chan, why aren't you happy to see your big sister at all? Smile! The moment I got your message, I dropped everything and rushed over from the Satan King's territory!"
Serafall Sitri enthusiastically came before Sona. When she had learned that Sona had run into that person from the Church, she had been terrified that something might happen to her adorable little sister.
She had even thrown aside the work she was in the middle of and rushed over... After all, if anything truly happened to Sona, she would absolutely go to war with the Church, or even Heaven itself.
Even if everyone else tried to stop her, it would not matter.
But now that she saw her little sister standing there unharmed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you hadn't shown up dressed like this, I might have been very happy."