People always had two sides. When no one was looking, everyone had a few little secrets of their own. This trait worked equally well on gods and mortals. For example—the Rogue Goddess Viska, who now looked tough enough to exceed even the standards of a Rogue, had once been a chuunibyo girl... She had even given herself a nickname: the True Holy King Hunter Goddess, Wings of the Black Emperor, and so on, and openly wrote it into her holy scripture...
Even now, I found it unbelievable that I had actually managed to snatch that book away from her. Maybe it had something to do with how thick-skinned that Rogue was. If it had been me, I would rather die than expose such embarrassing history. Looking at it this way, perhaps the book was not as lethal to Viska as I had initially expected. Shame-based attacks seemed to have no effect on her...
Anyway, those were just details, so there was no need to dwell on them. I put the giant holy scripture, loaded with Viska's chuunibyo-girl black history, into my Personal Space and stretched lazily. It was late summer, just before autumn. In this crowded city, the seasons always seemed to move a little slowly. No one knew when the sweltering heat of summer would fully fade, but the blazing sun was indeed no longer as scorching as it had been at midsummer. Beneath the shade of these trees, the occasional breeze felt quite pleasant. I raised my eyes and looked at Older Sister's quiet smile. Her gaze rested on me, as though she never intended to move it away. They said that being watched continuously by someone would eventually make a person irritated, but I had been looking at that doting gaze for more than twenty years. By