When I wake up, Paimon and I are shocked to discover that we’ve switched bodies with Tartaglia!
Seeing the orange-haired young man’s panicked expression in the mirror, I silently cover my face.
But things get even worse: The Harbinger seems to be thoroughly “enjoying” my young girl’s body, sticking close to “himself” all day and stuffing me with sweets.
“Lumine, you used to go hungry all the time. Now I’m going to take good care of ‘you’~”
Then one late night, he knocks on my door, covered in wounds. Leaning weakly against me, he murmurs, “Partner, your body... it really can’t take a beating...”
I tremble with rage, but can only grit my teeth and bandage him up.
Outside the door, the real Paimon is holding up a Kamera and letting out a earth-shattering, wicked laugh...
