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315. Scathach is like a cat in front of him/Rooftop wine tasting meeting/Sleeping on a snowy night (4k)

"so--"

Ian looked at the blue tiles beside him and became speechless.

"Misa, if you just want to have a drink, there's no need to come to a place like this, right?"

"If you slip and fall, it will be troublesome."

Just like what Ian felt at this moment.

Misaya had originally been talking about drinking, but now she had come to the sloping roof of the house.

The degree of danger here is not on the same level.

of course.

There was nothing wrong with Ian—he was just worried about Misaya.

"Why isn't it necessary?!"

Scathach shouted to Ian who was sitting on the roof.

"Stop talking nonsense! Come and help me get this box up there!"

"……Row."

After some trouble, the box and Scathach finally reached the roof.

"Phew~ Done!"

"..."

"Ian, what are you looking at?!" Scathach stared at the man beside her.

"Why do you seem so dissatisfied?"

"I'm not dissatisfied."

Ian glanced at the box full of beer next to him.

"Misa, I just want to know why we have to come to a place like this to drink... wouldn't it be the same inside the house?"

"..."

Hearing Ian's question, Scathach looked around.

After confirming that there was no one in the Private Hokunhara Academy except himself and Saeion, the teacher of the gundo club decided to answer this question.

"That--"

"If I tell you the reason, don't tell anyone else!"

"..."

Although it felt strange to make a promise on such a thing, Ian still followed the other party's instructions and nodded very seriously.

"Ah."

"Don't worry, Misaya, I won't tell anyone."

"That--"

Some past scenes appeared in front of Scathach's eyes.

That was the TV series she was watching on the TV in her apartment, which could have a snowy screen at any time.

"Ian, look at those actors, don't they have to find a place that looks deserted when they drink?"

“Then I think the roof fits that feeling quite well!”

"..."

"..."

"Is that the reason?" Ian confirmed again.

"That's right!" Scathach put her hands on her waist and put on an imposing look, "What other reason could there be?!"

"Pfft."

"Hahahaha!" Ian laughed.

"What are you laughing at!" Scathach pushed the man, "I'm seriously telling you the truth!"

“It’s interesting precisely because it’s the truth.”

Ian stopped laughing and looked at Scathach who looked unhappy.

"The gun-do teacher who is so cold on weekdays actually imitates the plots in TV dramas in private."

“Isn’t this a very interesting thing?”

"So are you making fun of me?" Scathach glared at the man next to her.

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I think you're cute."

"Cute?!"

It was the first time that Scathach heard someone use this word to describe herself.

She immediately turned her face away.

"Are you crazy? You actually called me cute?!"

"Yeah, the word cute is indeed not appropriate." Ian looked at the gun club teacher beside him, and his tone didn't sound like he was joking with her at all.

"Would it be better to describe it as 'contrast'?"

"Yeah, that's right... Misaya's behavior is a contrast."

"..."

Feeling that her emotions seemed to be aroused by Ian, Scathach quickly changed the subject.

She reached into the box that had taken so much effort to move up, pulled out a can of beer and handed it to Ian.

"Give."

"..."

【You realize that this is Misaya's act of friendship.】

[You increasingly feel that she is not as difficult to get along with as she appears to be.]

[The reason for this perception may be that she simply cannot find a suitable person to chat with. ]

[Although Misaya is just a means for you to disguise your identity. ]

[But now that things have come to this, you still hope to have a good relationship with her - after all, you don't know how long you will be a teacher. ]

[Besides... the other party seems to have the same understanding. ]

[You feel that you should not let down this kindness. ]

"Thanks, Misaya."

Ian took the can of beer from Scathach's hand that she had taken out of the box.

"I didn't expect you would like beer."

"It's not like that either."

Scathach pulled another can of beer from the box and snapped it open.

"Just keep it as a hobby to a minimum."

"The lowest level of hobby?" Ian didn't quite understand what this meant. "Misaye, what do you mean by this?"

“Is there a minimum level of hobbies?”

"Of course." Scathach took a sip of beer and continued to explain.

“This allows me to continue to maintain…”

Scathach stopped halfway through her speech - she realized that she seemed to have said too much.

This so-called hobby is not actually Scathach's real hobby.

It is an activity that the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows has to carry out in order to maintain her "human" consciousness.

In the long years that have passed, Scathach's body has long been cursed because of the killing of too many gods, and has gradually begun to become semi-divine.

She longed to be killed - in any way possible.

But before that, Scathach must always maintain her identity as a "human".

Otherwise, she might have become part of the concept of "God" before the person who killed her appeared.

Scathach knew that if that time really came, she would never be able to be killed again.

after all--

If even the godslayer succumbs to God's curse and becomes a god, then it means that cause and effect are consistent.

In this situation, I am afraid no one can break the curse shackles called "fate".

"..."

[You realize that Misaya doesn't want to continue talking about the previous topic.]

You quickly gave it up.

"Ok."

"That seems to be your personal choice." Ian opened the can in his hand.

"pretty good."

"I originally thought that the term 'old woman' meant that you lived like an old person."

When Scathach heard Ian's words, veins shaped like "╬" appeared on her forehead.

"Who mentioned this title to you?"

"Those students from the Gun Department." Ian replied.

"Don't listen to what they say!" Scathach said anxiously, "How can I be an old woman?!"

"Obviously... I'm still very young!"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Actually, I think so too."

"..."

"Are you serious?" Faced with Scathach's agreement, she became alert.

"Of course I'm serious," Ian replied without hesitation.

"Although I was indeed influenced by the legend of being undefeated for ten years at the beginning."

"but--"

"Based on my observations today, you...are not actually as old as they say, right?"

"That's right!"

After finally finding someone who recognized her youth, Scathach took a big gulp of beer.

"I'm obviously still very young, not that old at all!"

"I...will not admit that I am an old woman!"

"It's normal not to admit it." Ian replied with a smile, "After all, Misaya, you really haven't reached that point."

"That's right!"

[You and Linglongguan Misaya are getting more and more excited as they chat. ]

[You find that she is actually a chatterbox - she just doesn't have anyone suitable to chat with. ]

[You feel that Misaya is actually quite pitiful. ]

[Unconsciously, you feel more sympathy for her. ]