Surviving in a World of Magic and Superheroes: Non-Canon Omake: My Angel Waifu can't be this much of a Troll.

A/N 

Here’s a stupid omake idea I had: basically, he summoned Jeanne Metatron instead of Goddess Rhongomyniad.

Since the Lazy Angel legitimately has no ‘duty’ in this summoning, no Grand Order, nor Ideal Call, or whatever, she’s a bit of a troll and treats it like a vacation.

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“Master.”

I sighed, looking up from what I was doing. “What, Ruler?”

She currently had her legs over the armrest of her Divine Gamer Chair—apparently the Throne of God—that she was using to laze about.

I don’t know what game she was currently playing; I admit I was unfamiliar with this world’s gaming culture compared to my past life.

But it entertained her.

Mostly.

“Get me a water.” She said bluntly. “Please.”

I paused my work again, staring at her incredulously. “You’re closer to the fridge. I would have to walk around you to get to the fridge. And you can float over there in your chair without even having to move.” I pointed out all the obvious tidbits that made her request stupid.

“Mou~”

I ignored her.

She was in a mood; at this point, I could recognize it.

“Master.” She said again without her eye ever leaving her screen. “I noticed your gaze lingered on my bare thighs for an extra 2.47 seconds than normal. I think we should have a conversation about your continued debauchery and intentions towards me.”

I felt my eye twitch violently.

“Get up and get it yourself, you useless lazy angel.” I scowled.

She finally pulled her eyes away from the screen, giving me the barest emotion on her face, and I followed her gaze as her eyes fell slightly and her finger snapped the stocking of hers on her leg.

The tiniest hint of a smug smile pulled at her lips as she knew I saw her do it.

“I’m still not getting you a water.” I deadpanned.

She pouted ever so slightly.

“Master, it’s important to perform good deeds. Charity is the cornerstone of—

“Didn’t Jesus say he helps those who help themselves?” I interrupted her.

The thing is, I know Jesus didn’t say that. Nor did it come from the Bible. Actually, it’s an old Greek proverb that’s been credited to the Bible by mostly ignorant people.

Frankly, I intentionally misquote the Bible or biblical figures because it’s one of the few ways I know it pokes her just ever so slightly in the wrong way.

“You raise a valid point, Master. But allow me to retort.”

“Yes?”

“I know your browser history, but please, proceed as you wish.”

I paused in my work again.

Then, without a word, I got up, my chair scraping against the tile as I walked around her to get to the fridge.

I refuse to look at her smug expression, knowing she won.

Rather, I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and threw it at her head. In any other circumstance, this would be very aggressive and completely uncalled for.

But for her, it was like throwing a marshmallow at her head instead. It bounced off without so much as her head moving an inch as it went rolling across the room.

“Mean.” She said in her same expressionless and dry tone.

Just as well, the water bottle started floating up from the other side of the room without even a single acknowledgement or gesture on her part. Her eyes stayed glued to her screen as it casually floated over and fell into her lap.

“...you could have seriously done that the entire time.” I asked incredulously.

She tilted her head my way, and I could see the most smug, amused smile on her face as she didn’t bother to respond.

Fucking Troll Angel.