Multiverse Gacha

Returning to Natsuki's penthouse apartment, August marveled at the sheer luxury. The space was perched on the building's top floor, surrounded by massive glass windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a panoramic view. The opulent furnishings screamed wealth and sophistication.

As soon as they arrived, Kanon Kanase, who had been quietly reading a book, put it down and turned her attention to them. Earlier, when August and Kojou Akatsuki were brought to the rooftop, Natsuki had preemptively sent Kanon back to the apartment.

"Yo, Kanon-chan. What do you think of this place? This will be your new home," August said, flashing a warm smile.

"This place is wonderful, August-niisan," Kanon replied with a soft nod.

"Haha, as long as you like it." August ruffled her hair affectionately, to which Kanon responded with a look of pure contentment, like a kitten enjoying a gentle stroke.

"You jerk! This is my house! Stop acting like you're the host here!" Natsuki snapped.

"Eh, it's all the same, Natsuki-chan," August teased, brushing off her annoyance with a playful grin.

"Don't give me that nonsense, you!"

Natsuki glared at him before turning her attention to Kanon. Over the course of the day's events, she had begun to piece together aspects of August's personality.

He was easygoing and approachable most of the time. You could tease him, joke with him, and even be a little impudent without much trouble. But there were limits. Cross the line, and you would be in for a world of pain.

More than anything, August exuded an unwavering self-centeredness. He wasn't simply confident—he was an unshakable force of self-belief.