This is the roaring history of the Great Demon King Sora.
Playing on the computer until an owl attack, almost getting beaten to death after hooking up with Shota in Diagon Alley, tripping over no less than five times on platform nine and three-quarters.
Why am I carrying it like this?
S: Isaac, you brat, you took all my luck away, you brat!
I: Sora, what does it have to do with me?
S: But you are so lucky that people and gods are outraged!
I: Okay, I'll just give you some.
S: It turns out you really took it! Pretending to be generous! Give it back to me!
E: Sola, your moral integrity is as high as Mount Everest even if you wear a pit as deep as the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon. Self-respect...
S: Ives, you bastard! Come and join in, right?
E: It's none of my business.
B: Phew, it's really lively.
S: Beatrice, please help QAQ! These two bastards teamed up to trick me!
B: Well, let them do it.
S: What a great idea!
Thus, the vigorous revenge (matchmaking) operation began...