Domestic Mammon

After the white light passed, he opened his eyes again.

Without the girly decoration, what catches the eye is the familiar furniture, the familiar... Balian style.

This is his bedroom.

Mammon thought and raised his hand.

Everything was back to normal, including his body, the body of a little baby when he left.

He jumped off the chair in silence, and Squalo, who had also returned to his normal shape, had already rushed out shouting the name of BOSS, and he didn't know why he was still in the room.

Is it because of reluctance?Or did you choose to leave without saying goodbye because you didn't keep your promise?

He couldn't tell why.

The fluorescent light on the computer screen was dimly lit, and he stared at it for a long time, when a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

If it was mail, maybe he could travel through these two different worlds.

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Everything is fine with Balian, and it's not impossible to function without him and Squalo.

The always irritable BOSS just snorted when he saw him and Squalo, and then threw the wine glass at Squalo as always.

He calmly watched the chaotic but accustomed scenes, and he huddled in a dark corner and remained silent.

Bell was still giggling and playing with the knife, and suddenly approached him and stared at him for a long time.

[You seem to be a little different. ] Bell stared for a while and came to such a conclusion.

[Yeah? ] he asked back.

[Hee hee hee, the prince's observation skills are top-notch. ]

Even though your eyes are blocked by bangs, how on earth do you observe!

Mamon subconsciously wanted to complain, but paused for a second before realizing that the person in front of him was Bell, his colleague, not some woman who could only complain all day long.

[Hee hee hee, Mamon, you shouldn't be in love. ] Bell threw the knife up and down, but his eyes were fixed on Mammon.

in love?This is impossible.

Mamun thought to himself, and said to Bell calmly.

[Bell, I want to use your salary for the past few months to make up for the financial loss caused by the fight, you should have no objection. ]

Bell's hand holding the knife stopped in the air, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Mamon glanced at him, then turned and went back to the room.

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Obviously Balian's finances have not been in deficit for several months, and his small coffers have reaped huge profits for him as always, but he doesn't know why he can't be happy.There seems to be a small gap in my heart, and thinking about it inadvertently is like a torrent bursting its embankment.

This inexplicable emotion has troubled him for a long time, so serious that even Bell would not be secretly happy after suffering from Squalo.

[Mamon sauce, I think you are suffering from lovesickness~] Lusilia said mysteriously.

Mamon paused for a while when he was playing with the bank card as a poker card, and then looked at Lusilia, denying his assumption with a blank expression.

[Hee hee hee, the prince thinks he is making too much money. ] Bell lay lazily on the leather sofa, the arc of the corner of his mouth never coming down.

[Bell, the PIN for your bank account is your birthday plus the last two digits of your last name, right? ] Mamon carefully flipped through the small book in his hand, and couldn't help laughing, [It's an unexpectedly simple password. ]

Bell's giggling frequency was obviously much faster. He straightened up, and the knife in his hand kept flying towards Mamon.

Mamon tilted his head, dodged the attack of the knife, and jumped off the table.

[I'm going back to my room. ]

[Tsk tsk, Mamon-chan seems to be in the period of falling out of love recently. ]

[Hee hee hee, the prince thinks he has an endocrine disorder. ]

[Speaking of which, Squalo has also been unexpectedly irritable recently...]

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It happened to be the eve of Valentine's Day when I received the mysterious email again.

Looking at the words "Valentine's Day Special Offer" displayed on the screen, Mamon couldn't help but twitched his mouth.

Although the email this time didn't seem manly at all, Mamon was still a little moved.

He admitted that he was missing a certain woman who only complained all day and couldn't even cook. Compared with Balian, who was always violent, life in that world was really wonderful.He originally thought that Sakuraki Miyamoto had no influence on him, but when he was really in two different worlds, he began to miss it, and only then did he feel how far there was between the two of them.That is a distance that even thoughts cannot cross.

That's the distance of the world.

Really never see you again, can't even breathe the air under the same blue sky with you.Those beautiful days are like illusory shadows reflected in the water, turning into ripples at the touch of a finger.

[Want to... go back to that world? 】

Mamun put his fingers on the keyboard, hesitantly typed "YES" a few times, but then deleted it.

After repeating it several times, he suddenly thought of the conversation he had with the boss not long ago.

[Garbage, why are you hesitating? ]

[If you want to get out, get out, Balian does not lack you! ]

Balian didn't have to have him, even if he wasn't there, there was Fran.

The triangular mouth suddenly bent, and Mamon watched the screen and typed three letters, waiting for the prompt "sent successfully" to appear on the screen, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon... we will see you again.