”So, aaall of this will be your very own room during your stay here!” Ezme happily explained while twirling around on the spot.

Amara looked around the room, although the word wasn’t quite satisfactory. Nothing called a ‘room’ on Earth would be this big. A circular room, some 50 meters in diameter. The floor, the walls, the domed roof, all reflected light as if they were all mirrors.

Although there were walls in the room it was more like one single wall; the arcing wall that went around the room had a dozen alcoves in it. One of them, contained the bronze double door they had just came through. On the opposite side was an identical set of double doors.

In between the alcoves were tall windows, letting in a gentle light as if it was early sunrise. Now Amara noticed, this was the first time she saw a light source – other than God – in the silver city. Yet there was never a time during their walk here that any place seemed dark, instead all areas she had seen were comfortably lit.

Strange, but I guess I’m going to have to give up on logic from now on.

As Amara looked past the alcoves into the rooms they led to, the thought that logic was only going to hamper her increased. These side rooms also appeared circular and they too had alcoves along their walls, which contained windows.

These rooms too seemed large enough to fit a small house, being some 20 meters in diameter. Amara’s brain said that the rooms closest to the doors they came from should stretch out into the corridor outside, but she had not noticed it. Some kind of special magic probably the cause.

“…training, but I suppose you might need some pointers. After all…”(Ezme)

 

Crap, I completely spaced out. I think I’ve reached my limit.

 

“Hey, Ezme.”(Amara)   

 

“..so I can understand if – yes?” Ezme tilted her head as her flapping lips stopped temporarily with a beaming smile.

 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you think I could have a moment for myself?” Amara ran her fingers through her hair and scratched her head. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

 

“Oh.” Ezme said dejectedly as her bright wings seemed to droop a little and grow a little dimmer. “I suppose you’ve been through a lot. Take your time, I’ll be back a bit later to fetch you.”

 

As Ezme walked out of the doors they had come from they shut behind her; leaving Amara alone for the first time since her death. Curious, Amara walked into one of the side rooms. As she had guessed by looking in from the outside, they were completely bare.

 

I wonder what I’m supposed to do with all these rooms. And there’s no furniture either. I suppose I might have to ask Ezme about it later. Right now, I’d really like a bed to lay down on but I don’t have confidence in creating one on my own.

 

Amara moved to the next room and saw that from the inside, it appeared identical to the previous one. As such there was probably no point in looking into the others, as they were most likely the same as well.

She walked over to the window and tried to look out, but couldn’t see anything outside. The only thing was light that was shining in.

Amara sat down underneath the window and leaned her back against the wall, and let out a deep sigh.

Welp, it looks like I got isekaied. I always thought it was such a cliché statement said by every damn protagonist in an isekai novel. I hate how it feels like the only appropriate thing to think in this situation.

Amara wrapped her arms around her legs as she hunched over and rested her chin on her knees.

It’s not like I miss Earth all that much. After my family died everything just felt empty. The only thing I felt any excitement about was reading books and novels, reading news on scientific discoveries and technological progress. I suppose my only other regret would be that my time at university was cut short.

 It’s not like I had any friends worth calling such anyway. The girl I trusted the most just ended up turning her back on me when I needed some emotional support. Maybe that was my own fault though, I was probably just taxing to hang around with at the time, being all depressed all the time. I know it wasn't her problem to deal with. Doesn’t change the fact I needed someone though.

 

Amara sighed and put her cheek against her knees.

 

But I guess the angel is cute. If a bit of a loonie. Strangely enough, I can’t really despise her even if she killed me. She maybe didn’t even have a say in the matter. I doubt she did, with the way she was acting I don't she could have killed me in cold blood. Or maybe angels really don't care about mortals? Yet Ezme seems to do so, at least a little.

It’s strange though, as I feel like her appearance and personality don’t quite match. She has a beautiful face of the cold sort, yet her personality is so sweet if you discount her stuck-up behaviour. At those times she’s more cute than anything, as it feels like she’s mostly putting up an act. The only time the two match is when she gets angry or occasionally when she’s trash talking mortals.

 

I wonder what the deal is with looking down on mortals though. Probably to be expected by the high-and-mighty angels. Yet Ezme doesn’t seem to mean it all the time she says it. I felt like she truly looked down on mortals for being arrogant, but otherwise not so much.

 

And her wings looked absolutely wonderful. I really wanted to touch them, but for the most part I felt like I was going to have to suffer divine punishment if I touched them without permission. I’ll have to ask her if I can touch them later.

 

God definitely is some kind of tyrant, blackmailing me with the lives of the people on Earth like that. Couldn’t they have found someone who was willing to volunteer? Though saying that, if none of the angels wanted to do it, it’d probably be pretty discouraging for a human. But there probably is some crazy bastard out there that would be willing, going 'YOLO!' or 'Leeeeroooy!'.

 

I don’t know what all this champion crap will entail. Ezme was all focused on telling me all about how to increase my strength and how those powers work, but I have no idea what I’m going up against. I imagine she was probably going to get to it eventually, but I should ask her that as well.

 

I probably wouldn’t have minded that much if it wasn’t the fact that I actually wasn’t given any chance to refuse and that I now feel like I’m just some pig raised for slaughter.

 

Amara sighed again and leaned back onto the wall and brought up her status.

Let’s have a closer look.

 

 

Looks like the stats on my divine power has changed slightly. This probably has to do with what Ezme said about tempering or whatever.

I wonder what’s the deal with the scale of the numbers though. If mana and divine power are completely unrelated to one another, then what’s with the difference in scale? Is the number for divine power inflated just so that angels can feel good about themselves?

I wonder if I can appraise my stats and abilities.

As Amara began appraising different parts of her status, she noticed that the Appraisal Result screen that showed up filled with new lines after each appraisal, rather than replacing the existing one or creating an entire separate one.

Is that a pun?

 

A smile spread on Amara’s face as she shook her head before she continued appraising.

 

That’s awfully short. If Ezme designed this, I suppose it was mostly aimed for mortals? Seems like the angels already know instinctively what their divine power is and what it does, and this is just flavor text.

 

Well this one seems about the same. Says nothing about what exactly it is. Maybe Ezme doesn’t know. Or maybe she doesn’t want to give that information out. Another question to ask her.

Death of the soul? Sounds pretty ominous. I should probably ask Ezme about this later on. Don’t want to deplete the willpower by accident somehow.

Certainly aimed to only be read by angels. Realm gate is unique? Then angels don’t have it?

That was definitely a pun.

These remarks are pretty condescending Ezme. But I'm sure you already know that.