Chapter 46
I chuckled. "You really don’t like her, do you?"
"I mean... Pyromancy?" she sighed. "Why not Flame Master or Fire Weaver... I would even accept Temperature Controller." a defeated chuckle left her.
"No way. That sounds worse." I shook my head. "Pyromancy sounds cool."
She sighed. "Anyway. The older a species, the longer their lifespan. This also lowers the fertility. Evolution is attempting to imitate Halves." she looked me directly in the eye.
"Yes." I nodded. "My species information says that. ’You are the existence evolution strives to achieve.’ it says." I read it.
She nodded with a smile.
"Anyway, back to the people." She leaned back.
She then proceeded to list every single species in Galeia. I almost fell asleep.
Lamia, Harpies, Centaurs, Minotaurs, Merfolk, Dryads, Nymphs, Oni, and much more. The wild ones were too many to mention, and I heard some concerning things like undead and cursed ones.
I learned demi, the offspring between different species, could not reproduce among themselves. If they wanted to have children, they’d have to copulate with an individual from one of the parent species.
I was too embarrassed to ask about my possible future child with Alyssa, me being a Halve, and her species consisting of three genders. Some other time, perhaps. I had yet to fully contemplate on the fact I would eventually become something like a father if time and circumstance allowed it. I was born, raised, and died a woman. I still thought of myself as a woman. My mental gymnastics were not that advanced, yet.