Chapter 172
I woke up at six in the morning like usual and performed my duties of Pope of the Church of Allayo. I came up with the name just as I opened my eyes.
Allayo... Alyssa, Lapia, Yolin. A clever name if I say so myself.
My Church is flexible in its teachings, but strict with its members.
Although I say members, it’s only me, the founder. And despite being called a Church, it’s a silly thing I don’t take that seriously.
I don’t actually worship my girlfriends as Goddesses, nor treat them as such.
Waiting for them to wake up every morning has led me into finding odd ways to spend time.
That morning, I was thinking about respect.
The kind that could be considered the bare minimum between people. Small things like a handshake when greeting someone, looking them in the eye while talking, speaking clearly and to the point to not waste their time, and actively avoiding doing stuff that makes them uncomfortable while still being oneself.
I respect those around me. At least I think I do. As a living person, and despite what people would tend to believe due to my species, I am not perfect.
Biologically speaking, perhaps I am. In an evolutionary sense, I may be considered perfect when it comes to the purpose of my species. As I understand it, however, we Halves did not go through the same process as the people of this world. We didn’t start as an animal that gained sentience and then formed society.
From the point of view of people that live and breathe magic, we could be considered perfect.