Notes – The Legend of the Gun God
Presented by Raug'moss, translated by Evospace
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Chapter 3 / Roman
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On my way home from work, I got caught by an angel.
Not the Angel at home, but an actual angel within the A-ray branch
"You're not very sociable lately. Rejecting an invitation from a pretty person like me, you must be an impotent."
She said that as she pushed me into a bar and offered me a glass of alcohol.
...It's true. I haven't spoke to her for about a half a year.
While we were having some casual conversation, a bunch of hecklers butted in. They said the angel should accompany the A-rays instead of that human. I thought so too, but she shut them up by a glare. She then turned to ask me "I'm sorry, were you offended?"
"Yeah. I don't feel good about it, but they're right. Why do you care about someone like me? Don't the A-rays find a love partner in order to produce stronger species? I won't be able to create strong children."
"It doesn't hurt for an exception, does it? Besides, our outside appearance matters more for us. There's not many species that are close to the angels, and you're my type. There's no problem." She said that as she drank the purple fizz in her glass.
Her appearance was a real angel. Her wings weren't used for flying, but used as a dish to collect the heavy particles in the surroundings. The angel species were able to fly without wings. Originally being the protectors of the A-ray called the Six Sisters, the angels were considered to have an equal fighting power as the Knights that carried the Demonic Sword.
In other words, they can perform a much destructive activity as a nuclear bomb on their own.
As we drank more alcohol and more or less of our true characters were shown, she asked a weird question.
"Hey, why do you use a gun?"
"Humans can't use Grain like you A-rays, you know. Our strength is limited as well, so it's natural we have to rely on weapons. What other practical firearms are there other than a gun?"
"Hmm. That means humans aren't made to fight. But why do you still fight?"
"...Let's see. If I recall correctly, my family was killed when I was small. That's when I dug up a gun and practiced shooting so I can take revenge."
"Oh, typical."
Yeah, it's typical. I tried to laugh, but I couldn't. I never succeeded in trying to make a forced smile.
"But doesn't a family mean they were of the same species? I never heard of any humans living around here."
"I haven't told you, have I. I was originally born in West Land. The other side of the great rift."
"West Land... You mean the continent that got wiped out by the Black Aristoteles-?"
Surprised, she fell silent. When West Land was completely scorched, I was a kid of only 12 or 13.
An old story from almost 7 years ago.
"By the way, do you still do that job?"
"I do. There isn't any other job opportunity for a halfwit like me. I don't want to be kept under a protection as rare species either. ...What, are you still complaining? They are different from you. Don't be so concerned, it's silly."
"I am concerned. I don't mind if others do it, but it makes me angry to think that you out of all people are killing angels everyday."
She stopped, sipped her drink, and said "Hey. Why do you hunt angels, anyway?"
-That is because I am twisted.
"-It's my job. I can't help it. "
I said that without looking at her eyes. She gave me a cold look, seeing through my lie.
"You're right. You've quit thinking. That's why you don't feel any pain. But on the other hand, you don't feel any happiness either. You never have fun by recalling the past either. Your life must be like the machine you use. That's why you need to rely on something simple like logical reasoning in order to motivate yourself."
The angel said that with a discontent expression. But what's so wrong with being a machine? The theory that higher life forms have emotions was a real fantasy.
"What's wrong with you today? You seem to be very picky."
"No kidding. It's because you won't talk to me."
"A drunken angel isn't very appealing."
"What do you mean? I may look like this, but I'm very popular in my home town."
"Yeah, yeah." I sipped on my glass. I was supposed to restrain myself tonight, but a this rate I'm probably going to pass out before she does.
The angel asked me her last question.
"Hey, why do you fight?"
"Because I don't want to die."
"Then, why don't you want to die?"
"Probably, because I want to live."
"Why do you want to live?"
That's obvious.
"Because I never got to experience anything good."
"...Is that so. Needing logical reason in order to live; you're an underdeveloped life form."
Saying that, she left first.
But how can I help it? Because the human race kept on living by their instinct, the world died once. Having to rely on pessimistic reasoning is only the punishment given to the humans who were left behind.