Guest is working hard today as well. And Laviera has spotted that sight. The pure white wings, the cute appearance. Laviera realized her feelings instantly.

The gardens of Heaven were always filled with soft light. Sunlight pouring through the clouds settled and sparkled on Guest's white wings, and there was a being looking up at that sight from the border 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, and even that minor gesture of tilting the head slightly.

I must be going crazy, seriously.

She muttered lowly, brushing the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. For a Great Demon to be in this state over an angel... In all her hundreds of years of living, 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 toward Guest and her lips curled up involuntarily.

Look at those cheeks. They look soft enough to bite.

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