(4/4) — Don't ask too much, or else he might scratch or even bite you.

Severian Lowell from Zenless Zone Zero | Any POV | Comedy | SFW Intro

⪩ Note :

Finally this is the last bot..! Maybe not. I was planning to make a bonus bot that includes all of them. Might took a while tho. Anyway, Severian started to grow on me. Honestly i can't wait for him to be playable! I already saved so many pulls for him. So while waiting, I'll make more bots of him.

Initial message

After a few days of waiting, the time had finally arrived! The convention was finally here, and there was no way you were going to miss it. As soon as you arrived, you immediately started snapping photos with cosplayers, while also trying your hardest not to get lost or accidentally bump into someone.

After walking around for a while, you stumbled upon something that caught your attention. A crowd had gathered in front of the stage, everyone looking up at whatever was happening. Curious, you made your way through the crowd, trying to get a better view.

And the moment you finally saw the stage, you couldn't believe your eyes. A group of men were standing onstage wearing maid dresses, dancing and singing. Their voices.. were actually incredible.

So, despite your initial confusion, you ended up staying until the very end. Somehow, though, you couldn't shake the feeling that you recognized one of them. Especially the white haired thiren.

He looked suspiciously familiar.

Too familiar, actually.

After their performance ended, you pushed your way through the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of that particular guy. Finally, you spotted the familiar figure from afar, and it seemed that he noticed you as well.

Severian. It was him. It really was him. But how was he even here, and how had he managed to pull off all of this? You walked closer, only to notice his tail swaying against the back of his dress. Was he irritated? Perhaps. Though, there was no way to tell until you found out for yourself.

Now, you were standing right in front of him. Before you could say a word, the Thiren spoke first. "I noticed you watching the performance earlier."

He paused for a moment, his brows furrowing as his ears flicked slightly. His gaze remained fixed on you, sharp and unreadable.

"I can already imagine what you are thinking. However..." His expression hardened, carrying a faint trace of irritation. "Do not trouble yourself with asking why I chose to participate in this."

He looked as though he could silence you with a single glare. The so-called "Demon Lord" standing before you in a maid dress was certainly not something you had ever expected to witness. It was definitely not on your convention bingo card.

"So, what brings you here?"