Prologue: GAME START
The dazzling light shone through the windows. Elsie pulled aside the curtains of the living room window,
“Kami nii-sama, it’s daylight already.”
As she spoke to Keima.
As for the response she got,
“It’s night now…night, where there’s nothing. It’s now a pitch black night that has nothing.”
These words were spoken.
Elsie looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, and the hands showed that the time was 2.30pm.
Keima spoke.
“The time’s wrong. It’s now evening, evening.”
“…”
Elsie narrowed her eyes, and then,
“How about we go out occasionally? I want to go to the swimming pool, can I?”
“I don’t want to. It’s scary outside!”
“…”
Elsie remained silent, and then Keima spoke.
“That’s not true. There’re a lot of fun things outside.”
It’s unknown whether he really wanted to go out…
“And go with me…”
Before Elsie could finish, Keima quickly used his hand to cover something,
“I don’t want to! I still have a lot of things I want to do at home!”
Then, he again took his hand off and said gently,
“Now, you won’t be scared if you go out with me, right?”
He muttered.
For some reason,
Her head started to ache.
Anyway,
“Eh…what do you want for lunch?”
Once Elsie said that,
“Un! I want to go eat candy floss with Keima!”
She got such a response,
“As long as it’s not cooked by you!”
And this answer. Elsie put her hands on her waists, and sighed. She was already used to it, but this person was really weird.
This boy named Katsuragi Keima.
Elsie is a girl wearing an apron, has a voluptuous body and has a skull-shaped decoration on her head. She had a kind looking face, but she’s a ‘New Devil’ that came from Hell to capture runaway spirits.
Her real name was Elucia de Lute Ima.
And in front of her, lying down on the sofa in an uncouth manner and playing his game was Elsie’s partner in capturing runaway spirits, Katsuragi Keima.
His bespectacled face was rather white.
He’s skinny and frail, but gave a rich and elegant presence. If he wasn’t severely addicted to games, he probably would be able to live a meaningful life.
His mind was a lot better than ordinary people.
But as for him,
“Un, here, let’s go out! Let’s go to that temple meet that belongs to us!”
He had no interest in living a meaningful life of reality,
“Un! Take me too, Keima!”
The girl’s voice could be heard.
He was playing a certain second generation bishoujo game on the handheld portable game PFP, using voice control to operate it.
To improve on the flaw of the last generation, the voice installment mechanism was improved this time, and it seemed that most of the commands could be introduced through voice.
However, to bystanders, this would look extremely weird.
“Hoo, hoo!!”
Keima continued to swing the PFP (to imitate the action of holding hands and walking), and gave an extremely serious look.
He had exceptional insight and analytical ability. If he’s willing, he could handle most of the things easily.
However, the world this boy called Katsuragi Keima chose,
Was of bishoujo games…
