Arata found himself back at Rachamah’s house, now moving all his stuff into the hut. Yet something felt wrong, he couldn't sleep that night.

  The room Arata was staying in was Rachamah’s old room, it was dusty, unkept but it beats the sounds of sexual passion apparent with the brothel he slept in the storage room of.

  His throat parched, he makes his way out to get a glass of water to drink. Moving to the kitchen, he saw that Rachamah had left him some reading material, her fishing manual.

  Maybe it'll be interesting, considering the ocean is full of abominations. I am kinda curious how she caught them. Arata brings the book back to his room so that he can read it.

  Arata’s eyes quickly grow locked into the pages:

  “Mini Kraken size: about a fishing boat, edibility: B+”

  “The mini Kraken is basically a giant squid? Octopus maybe? They use their beaks to shoot pressurized water either for movement or as an attack. Got a kinda sour and bitter taste, like lemon rind… overall yummy. Customer reaction was lackluster.”

  “Number eaten: 23, Ability acquired: water railgun”

  Ability acquired? Number eaten? That's her secret? Arata decides to pray, he has some new questions for Ravenna.

  The angel appears wearing an orange tabby cat onesie. Don't laugh, not until you get an answer. “Oh. Thanks for stopping by Ravenna. I wanted you to have a look at something.”

  “Arata it's midnight… what is it this time?” She rubs her eyes as the cat ears move alongside her hair. She suddenly jumps as Arata grabs her on the shoulders.

  “Water railgun! I need an explanation!” Arata shouts in excitement at Ravenna who looks pissed. She wants to go back to sleep.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  Nonetheless, Ravenna picks up the manual. Finally, she speaks, “Can you send this to the theater with me? I wanna study this further… Honestly, I have no idea. An ability like this shouldn't exist.”

  Shouldn’t exist? What does she mean like that? Is it really dangerous? Strange? “Hey? That doesn’t give me that great of an idea right now?”

  Ravenna pauses, she appears unsure of what to say at that very moment, “N- no, I'm pretty sure literally it shouldn't exist. Think about it, the hunter’s stomach allows the body to break down and consume souls… but this isn't breaking them down, more like assimilation, the individual will is kept intact.”

  Ravenna further points out, “beings aren't supposed to have multiple souls, it's hard to comprehend how that would even work. I’ll take the book, though, we'll meet on the beach tomorrow morning.”

  As Ravenna takes the notebook, Arata desummons her. He finally can get to sleep. No more creaking beds or grunting below my room. I really hope Clemence is alright. Maybe I'll visit Madam Kovalenko again.

  Arata feels his body drift away, waking up bright and early in the morning. He breaks into Rachamah’s pantry, but it is thoroughly cleaned of anything edible.

  Well, I still have the meeting with Ravenna, I'll get that done, then I'll head into town. Arata dresses into some new clothes and makes his way outside for the day. He listens to the sound of crashing waves before kneeling on the sand in prayer.

  I wonder what she found out- Ravenna descends on what appears to be a school bathing suit with a beach chair. Her face looks like her limitless lifespan was somehow drained.

  “It took way too much of my sanity to decipher the guide, I'll tell you in a second but I earned some relaxation time.“ Ravenna sighs before lying back in her beach chair, reading manga.

  “Can't you just read in the theater? Also what's with the outfit? Do you even plan on going into the water?” Arata questions her, much to Ravenna’s irritation.

  The angel grumbles a little, “I like the beach, hell no I'm not going in the water after reading about the wackass wildlife in there. It’s for the aesthetic of the beach, don't judge me, this was the only thing I found in your memories because no women want to go to the beach with you. If you disrespect an angel that's a quick way to go to hell!”

  Arata sat down on the sand, he simply stared out at the water. He listened to the waves when he realized he missed moments like these. Things felt slow for a change.

  He didn't have anything to immediately worry about. Just him, the annoying angel and the waves. But footsteps approached, suddenly a hand lands on his shoulder.