The young heir was nervously buttoning his formal coat in front of a mirror when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"I was wondering on my way here what kind of absurdity you wanted me to do this time. Kick a door open? Pick items from upper shelves? Open a jar of cookies? No, judging by the contents of the closet scattered all over the room I assume today my master wishes me to pick an outfit for him."
The voice said in a mocking tone.
A glance to the side revealed a buff demon sprawled in the armchair and giving Jun a disdainful look.
It's been close to a month now that they were bound by a magic contract. Jun still couldn't really explain how he was able to summon a Guardian of Limbo, who in return allowed him to own a demon servant, which Jun could summon at will. However, the said demon wasn't very pleased with his new master. He kept complaining about his potential being wasted on Jun's whims instead of something more ambitious - like taking over the world together.
But aside that he was loyal and did what his master expected of him, however only because that was the part of their contract. The servant does as the master wishes, yet due to the difference in height and personality, sometimes it looked more like the demon was in charge here.
After all, he was the one who knew everything about contracts and magic objects, such as giving Jun an enchanted pendant that could invoke Juto at any given time, without the need of creating a summoning circle.
"Moral support is important too, you know?"
Jun frowned and turned back to face his reflection in the mirror. He continued to button the coat with jittery movement.
"What, you're going on your first date or something?"
The demon rested his head in the palm of his hand, looking quite bored already. And it was only a minute since he arrived. His master sighed heavily at that remark without bothering a second glance.
"No, something bigger."
"Gosh, NO! Urgh... luckily not that. My father is throwing a ball tonight and he invited a lot of important people... and I have to attend it as well. Needless to say that I hate those."
Jun almost huffed the last part and adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves. He turned left and right to examine his reflection carefully.
"A snob party, huh?"
The demon raised an eyebrow, his bored expression unchanged.
"Yes. A very formal one."
"I hate those too."
"Glad we agree on something."
"It's common that people and demons unite in hate."
"Tell me about it."
Juto shifted in his seat putting one leg over the other.
"So, what exactly do you want me to do? Tell you that you don't look fat in those clothes?"
The master looked at his summon over the shoulder and was about to say something, but he sighed instead and focused on adjusting his attire.
"I don't know... I just feel nervous. And I don't exactly have anyone to vent about it. You're the only person I can turn to..."
He lowered his voice. With his head and shoulders drooped like that he was looking rather miserable.