Chapter 191: Serafall 1
"Didn't you say you wanted to talk about serious things?" I asked, watching Serafall as she sprawled herself out on the sofa like she owned the place.
"But I don't really like talking about serious things, Alex-chan. I'd much rather have fun!" she replied, kicking her legs slightly as if the very idea of serious conversation bored her to tears.
I sighed, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. "Yeah, I like to have fun too, but I'm pretty sure you came here to talk to me about Sona." I raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that the real reason for her visit was bubbling under her bubbly personality.
She puffed out her cheeks, her playful demeanor briefly faltering as she glanced over at me. "Normally, I'd tell you that you're not enough for So-tan, and that you're nothing but an NTR bastard who stole her from me." She stuck out her tongue, almost making light of what should have been a serious statement. Then she waved a hand dismissively. "But since I already told you that before, I don't really have much else to say."
I couldn't help but chuckle at how casually she delivered such an intense remark. "Well, that's reassuring," I said, though the teasing smirk didn't leave my face.
Serafall sat up slightly, her expression softening just a bit. "But seriously, Alex-chan," she began, her tone shifting ever so slightly. "I do worry about So-tan. She's my precious little sister, and even though I'm teasing you, I need to make sure she's happy."
"I know, Serafall," I replied, my tone matching hers. "You don't have to worry about that. I'll do everything to make sure Sona's happy."
For a moment, her usual cheerful mask dropped, revealing the big sister behind the magical girl persona. "You better," she said softly, her eyes locking with mine. "Because if you hurt her, you're not just dealing with the Devil Kings. You're dealing with me."
The threat was real, but so was the concern. Despite everything, Serafall was protective of her family, and I respected that. "Understood," I said, nodding.
