As a side note, Argio was….
“……?”
Being excluded.
“What is this? Is this the moment when I am supposed to feel hurt?”
“You are an Evil God. Please do not feel hurt over something like this.”
“You stay in my home, yet refuse even to acknowledge the homeowner. How sorrowful is that?”
“Tenants generally prefer not to grow close to their landlords.”
“What an exceedingly clever Saintess you are.”
It was a first in Argio’s entire life.
“What are all of you working so diligently on without me?”
“We are studying.”
“I am quite good at that too.”
“We do not need you.”
“I could help you very well….”
“We do not need you.”
“How decisive.”
“Honestly, I do not think an Evil God would be any good at teaching someone.”
“That is a deep, deep prejudice against Evil Gods.”
Appearances notwithstanding, he had possessed some talent as a teacher.
“You seem to be studying me so diligently, yet you did not know? Even while he lived, this Argio was so talented that at the age of six, he taught students as old as nineteen.”
“That… is certainly a story I have never heard.”
“Did you have anyone who could tell you about me, the last monster of the Black Forest, in the first place?”
“No, but we can read about you.”
“True. My home is covered in scribbles.”
As the only beast in the Black Forest capable of language, how difficult it had been for him to contain his urge to talk. While staying in the ruins, Argio frequently scribbled words and pictures. They…