Ian stood in the center of the enormous stone house.
Before him, the Female Titan sat on the bed playing a game. She was a three-meter-tall Female Titan; among a race whose average height was several hundred meters, she was more petite than petite.
Of course.
Put nicely, she was petite. Put bluntly, she was an extremely underdeveloped dwarf—fortunately, the Female Titan's proportions did not look as awkward as those of ordinary dwarves.
She had the nine-head body proportions of a normal woman.
"Tap tap tap tap~"
The sound of buttons being pressed mixed with fingers poking at a screen. The Female Titan looked like a seasoned Homebody Girl, holding a strangely shaped game console in her hands.
Ian had no time to worry about how bizarre this scene was.
Because he had heard it.
"Good morning, Raven Teacher." The Female Titan's voice was gentle and lazy, as though she were greeting an old friend rather than facing a stranger who had suddenly entered her territory.
"Raven Teacher?" He repeated the title, his Adam's apple bobbing. Why was she calling him Raven Teacher? Had she mistaken him for that Raven again?
This clearly was not the first time it had happened since he came to this strange world.
Even before he had come here,
similar incidents had occurred.
Once, twice, and then again—there was no way that could be a coincidence.
Ian froze for a moment, his brows drawing together slightly. "You... what did you call me?"
"Raven Teacher."
The Female Titan still did not look up, her fingers rapidly tapping at the console.
"I'm human. A wizard from the future." Ian gave a cautious explanation, all while observing the Female Titan's expression and demeanor from afar.
He did not know whether her sudden form of address was an attempt