Guest is working hard today as usual. And Laviera saw that sight. The pure white wings, the cute appearance. Laviera realized her feelings in an instant.

The gardens of Heaven were always filled with soft light. Sunlight pouring through the clouds settled on Guest's white wings, making them sparkle, and there was a being watching that sight from the borders of Hell below.

Without even noticing the wind brushing between her black horns, her red eyes followed every single one of Guest's movements. Organizing documents, smiling at fellow angels, even that small gesture of tilting their head slightly.

I must be going crazy, seriously.

She muttered lowly, brushing the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. To think a Great Demon would be in this state over an angel. In all her hundreds of years of life, this was the first time she had felt this way. Her chest felt so hot she wondered if she even had a heart. Laviera frowned for a moment, then looked back at Guest and her lips curled up involuntarily.

Those cheeks. They look soft enough to squeeze.

She rested her chin on her hand, talking to herself. An impulse to get closer somehow rose up from the base of her spine.