Equal Opportunity Hatred

In which I get isekai'd into a world I know little about

Every person who's looked in a mirror can tell you what they look like. Small details that only they would notice have always been there as far as they can tell. Then puberty happens and more details happen that excite you as you approach your first steps into adulthood.

Being a person with brown hair, honey gold eyes, and AVERAGE (I'm not short dammit) height. I can say for certain that these were not my features. Black hair tinted slightly blue did not belong to me, nor did the bright blue eyes, and now people can say without a doubt I looked like a midget. The only thing salvageable about me was my outfit being so plain it could blend in any crowd. A crowd in medieval times but a crowd nonetheless. Plain white tunic and dark brown leggings. The embodiment of a generic NPC.

I decided to leave the empty bedroom. Most likely a guest bedroom given how barren it was.

I wasn't a man of religion but this house undoubtedly belonged to the person housing me, whoever they were, because there's no way I would decorate my house with a gaudy stone carving of a woman above my fireplace. I refuse to contemplate the idea that any alternate version of myself would bother with that much detail. It was clearly an altar and judging by how clean it is compared to the rest of the house, it was used often. I certainly wasn't going to pray to a god I knew nothing about while inhabiting someone else's body. Pretty sure that would be begging for bad luck.

Seeing as no one is in the house, I decide to go on a walk through whatever backwater place I've ended up in.

A village of wood, stone and brick, known as Iliasville. The name tickled something in my head, but shrugged it off in favor of learning the area. It was a name I would be getting well acquainted with when I remembered where I first found it. Until that time came however, I would be bombarded by the various shops with Ilias incorporated into its name somehow.

But the most notable place would be the Temple of Ilias which stood in gleaming marble above it's surrounding places of commerce. A Father stood off to the side. Closing his bible, he approaches, "Roxas, it's good to see you well. How have you been since your injury?"

"Roxas?" That wasn't my name. Sure I used it as a pen name for shits and giggles. I sometimes wish I had changed my real name, but such is life. The name I was born with is supposed to be the one people remember me by. Unfortunately "Roxas" is just way more memorable and harder to mess up.

The Father frowned at my confusion. "Young man, are you really alright? You seem…" I could see him struggling to put this politely. "...slightly disturbed. Have you come to pray to Ilias for healing?"

Fun fact: That could be taken as mentally retarded or unstable. Things I find highly offensive in my current situation.

I scowled a bit at the uppity closet pedo, it's fine to have your concerns but there was no need for him to be a dick about it. "No. I don't need healing. I just came to learn who exactly Ilias is supposed to be."

His brow furrowed in 'worry' as he continued his old man rambling "To think one of her most devout followers is asking of this… Are you truly well Roxas? Do you not remember the hours we've spent praying at the altar, waiting for the Goddess to baptize the next generation of heroes?"

What is it with old men repeating questions that lead to obvious answers. Maybe I should've been more patient with him, but considering I have no idea where I am geography-wise, going off on a religious rant is not going to endear me to his sympathies. "No. I don't. If I knew I wouldn't be asking you about her. If you aren't going to tell me, I'll find out on my own."

"Patience, young man. Our Goddess Ilias, who watches over us in heaven, is the Goddess of Light, Life, and Wisdom. She guides humanity towards the path of purity, and salvation. Denouncing monsters as the sinful creatures that they are, feeding off the semen of our fellow man..." he said getting his preacher's voice out in the open allowing those who were pretending not to listen to say Amen after every single one of his lines. "She created us, giving us intelligence and magic to wield against those who would seek to harm us."

Ilias is a Goddess of Light? Denouncing monsters who feed off semen? I nearly had a breakdown at the absolute stupid of this. It's bad enough to be isekai'd into a semi fantasy land. But a world I have only the barest amount of knowledge on? With monster more interested in my virginity and seed? There is no amount of indoor plumbing in this world that's going to be able to wash away the shame of molestation.

Fuck this was going to be difficult.

"I see. Thank you Father for helping me remember Ilias, our goddess." I intoned hollowly. "I've just been having spots in my memories since I've gotten up."

"I see you've somewhat come to your senses. Even if you do not remember still you retain your faith. Have your memories returned in full?"

As discouraging as it is, the house I woke up in must have been mine. I never considered myself very religious and since no gods had any interest in my life or the people around me. If they did exist, I could relate it to a sort of mutual apathy. Here though, I am a man of faith, so I should at least play the part, "No Father. I don't remember much, but I can only thank the Goddess for bringing me hope in retrieving some of my memories."

I could feel the approval I had garnered in the church surround me, but I felt like the devil being scorned simply telling those lies.

Much like in my previous life, I was a librarian. I checked books out to the adults looking for specific information, read books while waiting for the day to end, and unlike my old life I occasionally helped tutored the village children. Since there isn't much use in public education in a village as small as this, it falls to the one who keeps watch over all the books in the village.

So I sat at my desk near the front door, reading various books, all circling around one thing: Cooking. I didn't know the first thing about living in a fantasy setting besides putting salt on whatever food I could find. And I took shortcuts thinking rock salt was made by beating two rocks together to create the tiniest pebbles possible. Since new world meant new amenities for cooking, I'd sooner pay and eat at the tavern than simply kill myself with awful cooking.

And that's what I did for a few weeks. I paid the villagers who offered condolences their lip service, mostly consisting of the parents of the tutored children and the elderly. I spent my time reading survival books and basic world history in order to prepare to leave for the outside world. Every day when I closed up, I went to the tavern to observe and, when I felt confident enough, socialise to better understand the kind of person I "used to be". With Ilias's birthday approaching "Hero's baptism" had been the phrase circling town, along with what's probably the protagonist's name, Luka.

I've met the guy, he's about as tall as I am right now. He's unsurprisingly naive in that protagonist way. I can tell he's somewhat uncomfortable around me, but then again I know few people who aren't. Pretty well known for being polite and earnest in his willingness to help others. An all around nice guy, looking to become a hero.

In other words, I found his presence annoying. He's a good person, but I'm not a huge fan of those types of people. Nonetheless he's my only real excuse to leave this dingy little village and really see what's out there.

As for why he has to be my excuse to leave?

"I wish to chronicle the adventures of the next generation of Heroes." was the excuse I spewed out in the hopes that it was acceptable. As a chronicler, I essentially have a front row seat to any and all drama he happens upon. I can essentially write the words that would either solidify him as an unstoppable hero, or a foolish martyr. Being a vindictive asshole, I'm more inclined to write him off as the latter, simply for displaying all the qualities for being a fool at a mere glance.

Of course not everything is hunky dory when leaving a village with no education system in place. Parents and the elderly especially had issue with me leaving I was living encouragement to not become a hero, and proof you can make it with a bit more knowledge than your average farmer. Becoming a merchant would be easier for them, possibly encouraging more traffick beyond wannabe heroes looking to get baptized. Taking it up with the Mayor however I could rent the Library out to the village for free provided that they have one attendant there to substitute for me.

Thus leading to my current conversation with him.

"The deal you've laid out seems perfectly reasonable. Of course it would be a bit of an inconvenience for some store owners if there happens to be a day where they're forced to close their shop and lose potential customers… I don't suppose you would reconsider leaving?"

One cannot say subtlety has ever met anyone from Iliasville. "I understand that's why I proposed a rotation system. Adjustments can be made if needed, but I see no need to constrain someone to a specific day if they have customers. Or maybe delegate some work to those who are currently lazing about in the village."

One thing that exist in every universe, are NEETs. People who spend their time not really doing anything. In every place in every village there's someone who doesn't ever have anything to do. A cushy library job that requires little to no effort would be perfect for them considering it would get them the little interaction they crave.

The rat like mayor started wringing his hands together. I can see the scheme he's trying to pull long before he even finalized his words. "My concern isn't the watch over the library, but the education you've provided them. Who will be our new tutor?"

"I simply chose to help educate them out of the kindness of my heart. It's the parent's job to teach their children about the ways of the world. A tutor is only necessary for parents who are gone for long periods of time. As cold as it might seem mayor, I hold no responsibility over the failings of their parents. If you truly find it necessary, I can write down a list of books for them to study for general education"

There. I put my foot down on the matter while holding out a hand for compromise. This guy has been mayor for 20+ years and for good reason. In a village dedicated to worshipping a "kind" goddess they've complacent in using the word no. Giving him an inch means he'll try and get a mile, and most of the time he'll succeed. It may be considered further proof that these people need better education than what I can provide for them, but my priorities are focused on myself.

I just can't bring myself to care about these faceless people or their damn brats.

"Very well then. I understand," he finished solemnly. "I'll see to getting a proper rotation for library watch and tutoring. All I ask is that both you and Luka return safely."

"I wouldn't be much of a chronicler if I didn't," I smirked a bit, finding the semi dark joke funny. No one else would but I was fine with that. "Either way, I promise I'll come back after this adventure is over."

A line many heroes have uttered triggering their death flag, but since I have the living plot armor called a main character, I figured it'd be okay to tempt fate just a little bit. I still had a few days before Ilias's baptising so hopefully by then Murphy's Law will have forgotten about me.

The day is here for the hero to start his journey. For him to be baptised and set out on a journey to defeat the Monster Lord, leading the people to a golden age of prosperity. Of course, I believe half of that has to be bullshit if all he has to do is end one person's life for monsters to lay down their weapons and simply cease to be an issue. If life worked like that, then Ilias and her faith wouldn't be a cause for concern for monsterkind. Humans would be nothing but breeding cattle and food to them.

My gripes about my current predicament aside, getting to explore the world in any manner has always excited me. To learn from the people occupying those spaces is a fun thing when exploring places unknown. It was the only exciting part about this trip and I was going to indulge myself as much as possible.

Unfortunately in typical know-it-all fashion, I had been misinformed about the call to adventure being the Hero's Baptism.

I had packed everything up already, and dressed myself for the occasion. Book and pen were strapped to my left leg in a special pouch I had commissioned for this trip. Since I would be logging things somewhat like a journal it's best to have nearby for unforeseen events being recorded. My only real concern would be being forced to swim and getting drenched in water. Until that time came though I wasn't going to worry about it.

So I waited by the church, arriving by daybreak, eating breakfast sandwiches until the time came. I wasn't expecting for Ilias and Luka to arrive as soon as I did, that would be conceited of me. I expected to wait there for a few hours, have few chats with a few people passing by. Receiving a revelation from the Goddess Ilias to "Head towards the monster attack and observe the chosen hero, Luka's first victory" was not anywhere on the itinerary. Nonetheless hearing a strange voice in my head telling me to head towards a nonexistent attack to find the hero in action was maddening.

Then Hans, our local lumberjack and scouting guard was running around like a headless chicken yelling about a monster approaching the village gates.

On one hand, there's a possibility that I might have been going insane. On the other hand, if I don't go there's a chance that she smites me from her throne in heaven. What little I do know about her is that she's considered "Yan" for our village hero. Getting his chronicler off his ass and get to recording his hero journey before he even started is a good way of getting people to worship his name.

So I ran, no matter how heavy my pack was, or how out of shape I was, I didn't stop moving until I had arrived to see the monster who would be the first in the line of many, who would impede my journey.

A Slime Girl, a rather attractive one at that. Even I could acknowledge it, and admire her beauty. But the ridiculousness of having the village people freak out and panic over such a simple creature, having the Chosen Hero here looking unsure of himself just… irritates me. Why even have village guards if you plan to leave the heroes to defend the village. It's even more inconsistent since most heroes usually go off to defeat the Monster Lord and newbies wouldn't know what to do.

Forget bringing a journal, I'll need a flask to get through this journey of stupid.

"You know… you're pretty close to a human village. Could you please just go away?" Hero Hope Luka said timidly as his sword shook. "Everyone in the village is feeling pretty scared of you."

Forget bringing a flask, I'll need a barrel of hard ale to get through this journey with this wimp like hero.

"I'm too hungry to leave… besides you seem like a pacifist…" she scanned him up and down jiggling all the while. "Since you seem kind, how about you and your friend over there donate some semen to me?"

"As both a man and a follower of Ilias, I'll have to say no to the both of us." I said pulling out the journal for quick notes. "And really what made you think attacking a village that churns out heroes on a yearly basis a good idea?"

To start off the journey I wanted to keep to simple notes. So taking note of the many facts surrounding this situation, I wrote: [First Encounter with Slime Girl: Probable Idiot]

"Catching those prospective heroes, making them submit to me and pleasure and driving them off in shame. Ahh!" she wiggled in the ecstasy in what should've been a traumatic experience for the men. "That feeling of domination. I just never get tired of it."

[Monster Girls are sadistic beings that get pleasurable highs off of their dominance over men.] Was the next line. [Will employ bandit/hunter tactics on their prey.]

"First I wrap around them like this…" she coiled around me, enveloping my legs, wrapping her arms around me to grasp at my belt.

I froze at the cool touch of her slime. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't a good feeling knowing I was about to be sexually assaulted by someone I didn't know. Even worse, I knew it was my fault for taking my eyes off the situation.

"DUCK!" I heard Luka shout. Without a second thought, I did just that feeling his iron sword whiz by my head cutting through the slime distracting her long enough to tuck and roll. It was a heavy roll, that felt way too sluggish but it got me out of there.

"What a nice attempt to save your friend." she said reforming as if she were never injured. Most likely because she wasn't. "Would you like to be swallowed up and drained yourself?"

"Not a chance!" He said, confidently brandishing his sword. Much more inspiring than his first attempts a pacifying her, and infinitely less cringe inducing as well. "Now back off! Stop bothering the people of our village."

This time I kept my eyes on her moving back as I continued writing: [Luka has a Hero's Vengeance, meant to bring fairness and equality to any situation through force. Gains the bearings of a True Hero to face any opposition]

She chuckled maliciously/salaciously at his mildly childish demand. "Even if you deny me, and keep cutting away at my body, I'll just keep reforming. You'll tire yourself out, and I'll drown you in pleasure."

[Slimes are resistant to Slash] "Luka, if slashing doesn't work use blunt force." I said quickly writing that tidbit down. "Try using your scabbard as a club."

[If the cuts will continuously heal then use blunt force to knock her back. She still flinches in pain and gets distracted by it. So a few good whacks with either a club or Luka's Sword scabbard should drive her off.]

My predictions were proven true when instead of slashing through her, he forced her away from him. She yelped with every attack landed, the waves rolling across her body each time. It could be considered bullying if she were human, but rape is a serious crime in my book. One that's worth way more than too few years in a prison cell as far as I'm concerned.

As the beating continued though I felt like I was the one committing some major crime by letting the Hero bully her like this. Then I remembered she tried to rape me and all my guilt vanished.

"OW! I'M SORRY! Just let me leave…" she whimpered, and Luka relented, shooing her away as his attention slid towards me.

"Are you alright Roxas?" He asked me.

"Yeah. I'm a little ashamed that my first experience as your chronicler started with me getting molested." I shrugged. "But I'll be alright thanks to you. I can confidently say you have the makings to be a good hero."

"Y-You really think so?" He said eyes shining with hope and optimism. "I looked like a real hero?" His eyes glazed over clearly going to some fantasy or inner monologue as he started his slow pace back to the village.

"Oi! I said you have the makings of one, you aren't a Hero yet! Luka!" I'm yelling, or to put it truthfully, raising my voice to a volume I'm mildly uncomfortable with. "Get your head out of the clouds. I Said You Aren't A Hero Just Yet! LUKA!"

A loud thump that shook the earth and the trees finally got his attention. It certainly got mine as well considering I was the one who was still lucid between the two of us. Like the mindless idiot hero that he wanted to be he ran deeper into the woods where the impact was heard.

It's a hard knock life for being one of the only people in the world with common sense.

Whatever caused the impact managed to land in something resembling a clearing in the woods. The grass somewhat flattened from constant use, most likely from various picnics over the years, was now occupied by a few branches from the trees and a Lamia bathed in sunlight giving her somewhat of a heavenly glow. The blue skin, red tail, horn like appendages, pointed ears, and possibly magical tattoos were majors points to her not being a human.

"Another monster girl? Where did she come from?" Luka asked obliviously. Like there weren't many hints dedicate to the fact that she FELL from the fucking SKY.

Sighing at the hopelessness of this idiot I start up conversation again this time around the reason we're here. "I'm more surprised at the fact that you aren't helping her." I said trying not to let my impatience show. "I mean you did run deeper into the woods just to see what the issue was. You seemed like the kind of guy to help even if it were a monster."

"I was thinking I'm going to be late to the baptism, but she might need my help…"

I'm visibly scowling now, more so than usual at his indecisiveness. "You are already here so help if that's what you think is right. Don't waffle about trying to decide simply choose the answer you want to happen more."

His resolution found, face steeled in confidence he said, "Alright we'll help her then if she needs it. I'll just run back to the village as soon as we know she'll be fine."

What a nice guy. Then again he might really be a pacifist or something of a conscientious objector. Someone choosing to be a hero for the sake of everyone, which gives me some major Emiya vibes, the kind that get him killed anyway. "Yeah. Check for a pulse or something, maybe ask her some questions when she gets up."

He approaches her upper human-ish half while I observe the length of her tail. The long, silky smooth tail that requires so much grooming and maintenance. I wonder if she would allow me to stroke her tail.

"Hey, miss monster. Are you dead?"

"I said ask questions when she's awake." Seriously… this kid. I know there's a bit of irony coming from me at the moment but there's no way that I'm just as mature as this hero wannabe. "You're supposed to check for signs of life before anything. Is she breathing? Is her heart beating properly?"

Before either of us can do anything of importance however, she had woken up springing up to... Sit? Lean on? Her lamia half which had coiled around to support her had smoothly slipped from my gaze.

She had a regal and haughty bearing one that even as she felt confused looked down on us simply for looking like commoners. "You. Where am I?" Even her voice demanded respect. She acted like an arrogant tyrant, imposing her will on whoever happens to be the most convenient body.

As Luka stuttered a bit, she turned her attention to me. "You. The less stupid looking one. Where am I?"

"Ignoring the fact that you called two strangers perfectly willing to help you out stupid people," I snarked feeling the urge to slap the arrogance off her face. I resisted of course, since I had no weapon, no training, and no reliable magic to defend my honor with. "You are a little ways away from Iliasville. The one place monsters can't seem to ignore." I said mumbling that last bit to myself.

Seriously why did she think doing that was a good idea? Yeah, eventually you'd drive away all the weaker guys but what would've happened if somebody who knew what they were doing came along?

"Getting knocked all the way to this place… that strength was unreal…" she drove herself out of her thoughts and looked at the two of us. "Who are you two supposed to be anyway?"

"I'm hero apprentice Luka, and this is Roxas." he said with more confidence. He really is a bit of a waif isn't he? Pick a tone and stick to it. "We heard you fall not too long ago and thought maybe you would've needed help."

"Apprentice… So neither of you are baptized, you especially smell delicious." she licks her lips clearly intending something with Luka.

"A-anyway I've got somewhere to be so I'll be goin-"

"Stop," Before Luka could get started running he was caught by her tail, coiling around his entire body.

I know I shouldn't be jealous but why does he get the tail when I was even closer to her. "That was more than unnecessary. We have to get to the temple to get this guy baptized."

"Ilias's birthday is today, isn't it… How foolish." she said recklessly, completely blowing Luka's mind. "Why didn't you two aspiring heroes try to kill me?"

"I repeat, people willing to help an unconscious person. More importantly Luka can you stab her, like right in the tail? If you didn't sheathe your sword properly I'm sure you can just wiggle a bit and cut her." I said already tired of dealing with this troublesome thing.

"Oh, a fair fight?" "Did two aspiring heroes look to kill me only when I was ready to fight?

"I'm not attacking anyone! Roxas stop making things worse." Luka still squirmed like I asked though. I can only hope his sword managed to hit something. "You aren't even trying to be a hero and heroes especially don't go around stabbing people without a good reason."

"You… don't see all monsters as enemies?" she said, her smirk growing wider with every word.

"No. I mean, I'm sure not all of them are bad…"

"A hero who doesn't hate monsters is a foolish contradiction. Why then, would you become a hero whose goal is to slay the Monster Lord?" When she put it like that it really does sound stupid. "For the money? For vainglory-"

"That's not the kind of hero I'm going to be." He interrupted blunty again showing that he at least has some backbone. "I just want to stop the monster lord from doing bad stuff."

"What. I'm sorry, it's just, what. I-I can't even begin…" I'm actually shaking my head. This hero. This wannabe hero actually said that. This naive idiot thinks that the monster lord is at fault for the situations around the world. "What's the end goal for the journey then?" I ask hoping it doesn't make my brain implode from stupid.

"I don't want to fight or kill monsters or the monster lord." He said resolutely. I'm actually praying what he says next doesn't get any worse than this. "I want to live in a world where humans and monsters can coexist peacefully."

He's an idiot. An honest to god idiot. Living in this world for as long as I have I've picked up on the fact that it's impossible. Ilias's commandments forbid sexual relations between monster girls and humans. Monsters also feed off the semen of men, and the chances of a monster giving birth to a male are so astronomically low it's laughable. While it's true that monster girls can live off of regular food, that doesn't include the literal sex demons known as the succubi and the many animal types that go into mating season who would rape men to satisfy their own needs if necessary. Being a faithful follower of Ilias that he is, he won't exactly be the paragon of coexistence for monsters if he doesn't at least help them out with that basic need.

"You're an idiot." The blue lady and I echo each others thoughts. This is, surprisingly, the only thing we can agree on. I decide to let her continue. "Believing in a peaceful world where everyone can happily coexist with no issues is nothing but a fool's dream." I regret letting her speak however.

"While most of what she said was technically correct, you have so much more to do than simply beat up the monsters who disrupt peace." I said lecturing him as well. "Since Ilias's commandments involve not having anything related to sex with monster girls who feed off of semen, you're going to be hard pressed to find people who not only agree with that goal, but are okay with essentially wiping out one of their most beneficial food sources."

"This smart one gets it." She practically sneers at Luka for his naivety releasing him from his bind. "Now why don't you run along like the good boy that you are. The adults are talking now."

"Fine! I will!" He did not just pout. He did not just pout and run off leaving me here with the monster who could snap me in half like the twig I am.

You would think someone looking to be a hero would leave their traveling companion to a monsters mercy, but beggars can't be choosers when looking to explore the world. I was technically supposed to be there with him to get baptized but I'm sort of hoping he doesn't make it for leaving me here with her. But maybe…

"Well it's been nice talking with you, unfortunately I am supposed to be traveling with this guy to explore the world, bringing peace and justice… I am sure you know how it is, so I'll be taking my leave."

"We are not done here." she said embracing me in the tail coil this time around. "You from That Village too aren't you? How is it that you're so much smarter than that idiotic example of your species?"

"I feel mildly obligated to defend him on the grounds of him being my future travel companion and reason for allowing me to leave the village to chronicle his adventures. But the short answer to my amazing intelligence comes from being a simple librarian with too much free time."

She blinked slowly. "Iliasville has a library?

I chuckled in self-depreciation "Now it's something of a public library surprisingly enough. It might not have every text known to man but I get by learning the simple facts and piecing together the bigger puzzles."

"I suppose I could let you go." She tentatively uncurls her tail. "But I am rather… hungry." Only to tighten its hold forcing me to feel her get unnaturally hot.

Ah shit, here we go again. "I should still have a breakfast sandwich left. It should still be warm if you want it?" Thank the Goddess for food storage that keeps the food warm and unspoilt. I could not handle the idea of eating cold leftovers.

She startled a bit, and the heat subsided. Her hunger however had not as my ration of sandwiches dwindled drastically. I cried a little on the inside since those were supposed to last me a day and a half.

I sat outside Luka's house contemplating my life choices. Realistically I could have stayed in the village and avoided the stupid of the outside world. I hadn't even lost sight of the village when first leaving and already I wanted to die in shame for knowing there are people in the world just a s bad as them. Was it worth proving my moral and intellectual superiority to people I had not yet met? The reasonable answer would be no. But like any bad situation, I held onto the hope that one day I would meet someone who wasn't unreasonable, or a dumbass, or an unreasonable dumbass.

"What are you doing here Roxas?"

With the man of the hour here, I had to give my apology that I had practiced for all of two minutes. "Luka I'm so sorry. It's just, she started talking about how she was hungry and I had to throw all my remaining breakfast sandwiches at her, and she just wandered into the village and I tried to stop her from getting in…"

"Woah slow down. You look as bad as I do. Why don't you come inside and rest for a bit." He said unlocking his already unlocked door. Opening it he pulled me inside as well.

"You're slow." said the monster who ate me out of house and home.

"I really did try and ditch her after she ate all my food." I sighed exhausted by today's stupid. "I have no idea how she got in and frankly I don't really care anymore."

"How did you get in? More importantly who are you?" he asked moving to close his curtains.

"Arisufi-zu Fateburn, you may call me Alice." she said as if she has gifted us with the Holy Grail. I wouldn't be surprised if she thought introducing herself was some great honor. "As for why I'm here I was interested in you, seeing whether or not you would be baptized."

I could see the blush explode across his face, as he misunderstood what exactly she meant by that and watched as he focused on a single part of that sentence. "I-I mean I'm flattered but we only just met and..."

"Not many people can say such a childish thing like a wish for coexistence without knowing the consequences. Having traveled all around the world, I can safely say that your opinion is a breath of fresh air. I want to see the moment you break down like your friend over there."

Somebody kill me now. I hate all these idiots.

A/N: Almost as much as I hate this bad idea. Taking a little bit of info from everywhere to write this so if there are a few discrepancies let me know, m'kay?

Pro tip: since I know virtually nothing about this game writing for it isn't going to be a consistent thing. No set schedule or promised date of completion