On a certain scene one early morning:

    “I’m not sure how to put this, but . . .  I have already thought about it carefully and I think that it would be the end of me if I were to actually get a job.” The man said with the calm expression of a saint that had attained enlightenment after decades of ascetic training. This man’s name was Glen. Glen’s gaze fell upon a young woman that was sitting in front of him while languidly resting  one of her cheeks on one of her hands. “It’s all thanks to you that I’m alive. It’s really wonderful that you are here.”

    As soon as she noticed Glen’s gaze, the woman hurriedly crossed her legs and recomposed herself in an lady-like manner before continuing to sip her tea. “Fuu, is that so? Then perhaps you should just die you worthless brat,” the slender faced woman insulted him from behind her sweet smile.

    “Ahahaha! Celica is harsh!. . .Ah, another one please.” Glen just laughed it off, ignoring her insult as he thrust his now empty soup bowl right in front of the woman — right in front of Celica’s face.

    “You really are quite brazen.” Celica still smiled as she looked off into the distance,. “usually, a freeloader who doesn’t work is more humble.”

    “Ah-, Isn’t today’s meal a little bit salty? I prefer mine to be more bland.”

    “I’m sorry that I’m so useless with the dashi” Celica grinned briefly– “《Well  ? Anyway  ?  Explode》”

    Celica suddenly cast a strange magical spell using three runic words. The spell caused an earsplitting explosion that roared for a moment and covered his field of vision with crimson. Glen was mercilessly blown away by the magic blast Celica’s chanting had created. A good part of the expensive furnishings within the luxurious dining room were instantly destroyed in the aftermath.

    “You . . You idiot! Are you trying to kill me!?” Glen was on the floor covered in black char and having a coughing fit.

    “Kill you? That’s not what I’m doing at all. Wouldn’t you say that this is just cleaning up some trash? Glen?”

    “Don’t say something so harsh, I’m not a child’s mess to be thrown away! Can’t you at least treat me like a human being!?”

    Celica’s shoulders slouched as she sighed at Glen’s comeback. In contrast to Glen, who was a social loser, Celica was an incredibly beautiful woman with a cold and distant appearance.  She looked like she was barely twenty years old and her blonde hair was the color of an ear of wheat at dusk. Her eyes were also hue of red that could be best described by comparing it to fresh blood. If one were to look at her features up close, then they would be instantly stunned by her beautiful femme fatale like charm. Her slender arms and legs were so perfectly proportioned that even among a throng of French models they would stand out.

    Her outfit was quite flashy and bewitching too. She was wearing a long black dress robe. While having an air of formality, she also had a revealing neckline and her belts emphasized her body line even more. It was truly charming. –Celica, in some respects, was a young woman with an other-worldly aura. The style that her appearance brought about was that of a proud, high-class noble. And on the subject of the two people who were living together, the one who was the master of the huge aristocratic mansion, that was as large as a mountain, was Celica. Glen was simply a freeloader. The difference in their social status was obvious in every single respect.

    “By the way Glen. . . Can you stop being so irresponsible and look for work?” Celica said it as her deep crimson eyes stared directly down at Glen.