If someone had ever said to Peroroncino he'd end up sent to a fantasy world, he'd have laughed in their faces. What a ridiculous idea.

Now, he wasn't so sure about that, as he stared at the open field at Nazarick's feet. He had lingered with Momonga for longer than expected, and when the server turned off... He remained. And he wasn't sure how to react.

... That's fucked up.