Even though her parents were divorced, she clashed with her stepfather at home and with delinquents at school, and then, for no reason at all, she turned into a shrine maiden and had to fight filth in daily martial-arts death matches, Mochizuki Iori still thought herself pretty lucky.
After all, as a shrine maiden, she only had to risk her life a little to enjoy all the steak, barbecue, and eel she could eat, make a hundred friends with ease, and live in a free house for the rest of her life.
Most importantly, she could do whatever she wanted with her reliable, considerate, gentle, and all-purpose upperclassman and attendant, enjoying the sight of him running around to help her in daily life and risking his life for her in battle.
What did it matter? Her upperclassman was kind, thoughtful, smart, and level-headed. He would never abandon her over something so trivial, nor would it keep him too busy to help. He would only give her a helpless smile, say, "I understand. There's just no getting through to you," and take care of everything.
That was what Mochizuki Iori always thought, until her upperclassman died for her right before her eyes.
