After some time, Hiyori and her grandmother finally arrived home. Their house was massive, to say the least—an imposing, ancient estate that looked like it could've belonged to a legendary figure straight out of a history book. In truth, it had. This grand house was a relic of Hiyori's lineage, her ancestors having been renowned heroes from the days when demons and angels waged war. That's right, Hiyori was no stranger to the celestial conflict. Her family had been right in the thick of it for generations.
As they approached the house, an assembly of maids and butlers in pristine uniforms greeted them, bowing in perfect unison. The scene exuded an air of old-world elegance and rigid formality. Hiyori carefully supported her grandmother as they ascended the steps leading to the towering entrance.
