Chapter 85 – 85. Ariel Ainswood Philia (1)
Humans are inferior.
To be precise, all humans are inferior to me.
This realization, gained over nearly 120 years of life, has never been broken.
Learning is slow.
I repeat my mistakes.
Even thinking is simple.
These creatures are so pathetic that they are not even a laughing matter if you look at them up close.
The definition I gave of humans could be neatly summarized in one sentence.
It is safe to say that the fact that I am of the same species as these inferior beings is the greatest stain on my life.
Someone said it was because I was misanthropic and told me to change my mind.
The man who was very sincere to me was killed by a wild animal when he was 30 years old.
A child like a double head.
Even at the moment when others were in grief, I didn’t even feel any emotion.
When I stood in the mirror after going to the formal funeral, I found myself with the light completely gone from my eyes.
The when I was a child, whose heart fluttered just by opening a book, and the now, who has lived for over a hundred years, still looks the same.
But the contents inside were completely different.
I realized all knowledge about magic when I was eighteen… No, was it nineteen?
I don’t remember very well, but I remember it being around that time.
For a while, my heart was pounding with pride at having reached the peak of magic, but that joy was completely extinguished in less than a year.
Human knowledge no longer gave me new insight.
Even though we only repeat and apply what we already know, humans label it as ‘evolution.’
Even though even insects continuously repeat self-development and species evolution for better survival, humans cannot do that.
In that sense, humans can be said to be creatures worse than insects.
That’s why I lost interest.
I stopped having expectations from humans.
No matter how many people I met and talked to, there was nothing new there.
Yes.
I definitely remember it being like that even the moment I met Tesia.
***
That day was a day when I was particularly hungry for alcohol.
Feeling skeptical about living each day mechanically without meaning or purpose, I headed to a bar I often went to.
I took a lone table among the packed adventurers and gulped down my beer.
As I stuffed delicious meat snacks into my mouth, I was able to feel the joy of life for the first time in a long time.
Then suddenly an employee approached me.
The woman looked at me sheepishly
“Hey, sir? I’m really sorry… “If there are no other party members, would you mind sharing a table with them?”
He asked for understanding.
When I glanced up, I saw two female customers that I had never seen around here waiting for my answer.
On one side was a female prosecutor wearing light clothing, and on the other was a priest wearing a plain nun’s uniform.
Looking at the backpack and weapons he was carrying, it seemed like he was also an adventurer.
It was strange to see both of them armed with only secondary weapons and no primary weapons, but I just assumed it was something like that.
“It’s okay. Please sit down.”
I roughly motioned for them to take a seat and drank the remaining beer.
I just ignored the nun’s happy expression, saying ‘Thank you!’.
“Ugh, the sweat makes me feel really uncomfortable. Hey Tesia, should we go to the bathroom later?”
“Uh?! Ah, no, that’s a bit embarrassing…”
“Chii. “I’m always embarrassed.”
Although we only occupied the same table, the two female adventurers continued their story, completely excluding me.
It was a time when I drank the last sip of beer without paying any attention to it.
“Was there some kind of oracle that said a saint should not show her naked body even to people of the same sex?”
I pricked up and moved my ears.
A saint.
It was clearly described in the book as a noble person chosen by the goddess Isis.
I ordered another beer while repeating the passages from the book that came to mind.
“It’s not like that in particular… “It’s just embarrassing, seeing a woman naked.”
“You speak as if Thesia is not a woman. “Are you going to say she’s a man when her breasts are that big?”
The silver-haired nun called the saint blushed and averted her gaze from her companion.
The grinning brown-haired girl was teasing the saintly woman by deliberately pushing her body towards her.
A brown-haired girl with breasts that are not as big as those of a saint, but have some volume.
The saintess had no idea what to do with her erratic movements and desperately tried to throw her body away.
When I was young, I should have been punished by having my ears pummeled and immediately kneeled down by her.
She drank a refreshing glass of new beer, thinking that the world had become a lot more relaxed.
“I’m not a man!”
“Your face is bright red to say that? Are you sure you like me? Ah, be ashamed~.”
“It’s not like that! Oh, really! Just stay away… !”
The saint who forcibly pushed the girl away gasped and caught her breath.
Just like the brown-haired girl said, it was like a man who was ashamed of her female body.
Won, why are you so embarrassed when you have a balloon as big as that?
As I was sipping my beer, the attention of the surrounding adventurers slowly began to focus on the table I was at.
Since I heard the word saint, it would be natural.
When a creature that seems like something out of a fairy tale appears in real life, it is bound to attract attention.
However, it was different for me.
Saint, incarnation of the goddess, savior of mankind.
Even if you add all kinds of modifiers, to my eyes, he just looks like a human who dies around the age of 80.
If it had been an elf race with a long lifespan, it might have sparked some interest, but since it wasn’t even that, it didn’t spark the slightest interest.
Listening to the story like this right now is just too boring to just sip beer in silence.
If I don’t find something interesting about these two, I’m planning on leaving.
Food was brought out in front of the two people who bickered a little more.
The saint, who ordered fresh fruit juice instead of alcohol, said as she tore into a chicken leg.
“I am indeed. Please be a little more careful out there, Amy. “I’m so embarrassed that I can’t stand it.”
“Eh. It’s a warrior party with only two people. “I just want to make friends.”
It’s a warrior party.
Does that mean that the brown-haired girl is a hero?
It doesn’t look like that at all.
“Even so, you shouldn’t push it into your chest. “Your body is something you should cherish.”
“Pi.”
The brown-haired warrior pouted his lips and munched on the french fries that came with the chicken.
“Teshia sometimes speaks like a real old man. “My dad says that too.”
“Mister… !?”
“Huh. A man in his 30s.”
“Oh, it’s not you!”
The angry saint ate the chicken she was holding in an instant.
As if her throat was burning, she emptied the juice in an instant and slammed the glass down on the table.
She made a distressed expression and turned her blue eyes towards me.
“… “Over here.”
“Hmm?”
“Do I really talk like a man?”
Judging by the fact that he was paying attention, did he have any awareness?
She answered indifferently after swallowing the meat in her mouth.
“To some extent.”
“Look! “You look like a real old man!”
“Ugh…”
A warrior whose words have been proven and whose spirit has risen, and a saintly woman with an old man’s tone who is looking at him with resentment.
This combination, which is difficult to come across, was more enjoyable to watch than expected.
She ordered another beer and decided to watch these two a little longer.
“You don’t even take a bath together every day! Just because I saw a little bit of my naked body, I just ran away! If you look closely, it’s not once or twice that you wonder if the real content is the uncle!”
“Well, being naked is still a bit embarrassing…”
“No, I don’t know what’s so embarrassing. “Is your belly button like a watermelon belly button?”
“It’s not like that, but…”
It was a warrior who complained a lot, but the saint hesitated and only blushed for no reason.
There are many people who are embarrassed to see people of the same sex naked.
However, in my 120 years of life, I have never seen a woman like this saint who was reluctant to even show her bare skin.
“If that’s not the case, are we taking a bath together today? Huh? Promise!”
“Boo…”
“It’s happening again!”
“Sorry…”
It is understandable that the hero is frustrated.
Even though it’s clearly the same party, and even a combination of the same women, one side keeps trying to avoid getting too close to a certain distance.
The person who couldn’t understand was none other than a saint.
The saintess, who stubbornly tried to protect the iron wall, had been avoiding her gaze from the hero.
Sometimes she would turn her head away as if to say that she had not seen anything when the warrior’s chest was shaking.
The saint’s cheeks and ears turned bright red.
When I saw the saintess looking embarrassed to an incomprehensible level, I came up with a guess.
Could it be that that saint is homosexual?
If this saintly woman was of the type commonly referred to as a lesbian, her actions of avoiding the warrior’s naked body could easily be explained.
It’s been a long time since I became interested.
Of course, if we just find out what kind of sexual preference that saintly woman has, she will disappear right away.
But even that was precious to me now, as I have not found any traces of her in her life.
I spoke to the two people sitting across from me as I accepted the newly refilled beer.
“Over there.”
“Yes?”
“From what I heard, it seems like you guys are the warrior party that went out to subdue the demon lord not long ago. Is that right?”
“Uh, yes. That’s right.”
The saint answered with a dumbfounded expression.
The hero next to him looks puzzled.
He said while giving a small smile to the two.
“If it’s okay, won’t you join me in that party?”
