They Had Long Since Gone Mad-They Just Refused to Believe It

Or rather, by what standard were Jules and Gear Sage's definition of [human] actually divided?

The more she thought about this question, the more terrifying it became. The implications were chilling.

"Forget it. Let's keep reading."

Beatrice sighed in relief at that, as though she had been pardoned, and hurriedly flipped past that section.

Honestly, she was a little afraid that after investigating everything, she would discover that she herself was the monster.

This was the first time she had doubted her identity as a human.

"It's okay." A voice came from behind her. Beatrice turned around to find Nini leaning closer.

Nini spoke gently, soothing her in a soft voice. "It's fine. Even if you aren't human, I wouldn't mind. In my heart, you'll always be the best—"

Beatrice froze. Her gaze fell upon Nini's snake tail and scales, and suddenly, she understood.

Nini was a Banshee. She had never been human to begin with.

So what if she herself was not human? Nini was doing perfectly well, wasn't she? With six hands, she could even write reports faster.

She had been too hung up on it.

Warmth filled Beatrice's heart, and the wariness on her face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of guilt—Nini was actually a good person. She had wronged her.

Maybe she should—

"Fountain." Nini suddenly uttered the final two words.

Beatrice tilted her head, not understanding what Nini meant.

"I mean, in my heart, you'll always be the best fountain." Nini nodded with a solemn expression.

Beatrice went blank for a moment, then lowered her head.

Her face reddened at an astonishing speed, and her chest began heaving violently.

"Don't throw up on the floor. Well, whatever—remember to wipe it up after you're done." Seeing that things were about to go wrong, Theus ignored