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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. ]

【However, the situation seems to be developing in a direction you never expected. 】

Gulu gulu——

Scathach drank another can of beer and then opened a new one.

I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol or because I had been holding it in for too long.

At this moment, she no longer had the cold look she had before.

Instead, there is the enthusiasm of breaking free from the constraints.

"Hey! Ian!"

"Why don't you drink?" Scathach grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, "I've already drunk so many cans!"

"..."

Ian actually wanted to tell Misaya something.

That is, every time he was about to take a sip of wine, she would suddenly ask a strange question.

There are many questions that sound creepy at first, such as "Have you ever killed anyone?" and "Have you seen a corpse?"

In the end, Misaya drank more and more, while Ian didn't even finish the first can of beer.

How long had it been since she had indulged herself like this?

Ian couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Drink! Why don't you drink?!"

Scathach, blushing, shook Ian.

"You prepared so much beer, are you going to let me drink it all by myself?"

"of course not."

"Then drink it quickly--!"

"Goo~"

Scathach burped.

Suddenly, as if she understood something, she stared at the can in Ian's hand.

"I understand!"

"Your beer tastes better, so you don't want to drink it?!"

"How is this possible!" Ian quickly denied Scathach's statement, "Aren't these beers taken out of the same box?"

"I do not believe!"

Scathach puffed her cheeks and muttered.

"Your can is definitely better than mine!"

"Hand it over to me now!"

"……Do not."

"Not handing it over?" Scathach moved closer to Ian, and with it came a smell of alcohol.

"Then I'll bite you!"

"..."

"Misaye, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Scathach breathed out hot air at Ian, "Hand it over quickly!"

Misaya realized that if she didn't take out the half can of beer, she would never give up.

Ian could only comply with her request and handed her the half can of beer in his hand.

"Good good."

"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, okay?"

"That's right!" Scathach snatched the half can of beer from Ian, "You have to listen to your teacher carefully!"

After getting what he "needed", the teacher of the gun department immediately began to "inspect" it.

She seemed to really want to find out why Ian's beer tasted better.

of course.

This kind of thing definitely doesn't exist.

The can of beer in Ian's hand and the beer in Scathach's hand were originally from the same box, and they were produced in consecutive numbers.

How can there be a saying that one tastes better than the other?

But the drunk Scathach still seemed unwilling to give up. She simply gulped down the remaining half can of beer of Ian.

finally--

She discovered that there really was no difference in taste!

“That’s not special!”

Scathach held up the empty can and questioned Ian in return.

"Then why did you hide it and not finish it?"

"No." Ian was speechless. "Didn't I just want to take a sip?"

"And then you snatched it away, Misaya!"

"Eh?" Scathach blinked her eyes with a flushed face, looking confused.

"So that's what happened."

"I'm sorry~"

"Here~" Scathach handed the half-finished can of beer in her hand to Ian.

"This is compensation - I drink yours and you drink mine."