A restless night ended. As dawn arrived, Fenrir observed people waking and leaving their houses. Due to several... complicated matters,[1] he had rarely come into contact with humans other than Sera. Of course, Sera had taught him a bit about the morals and other such matters of society, but he had never actually seen human society for himself before.

After watching for a while, Fenrir marvelled at humanity's lifestyle. Both the demons and the Fae were far more direct with their conversations than humans were.

For demons, strength was paramount; after strength, the most important thing was their sin, which was only second to strength because that strength dictated how much one could indulge in their sin, and because of instinct; perhaps it related to how the race used to be, before the Void Soul claimed godhood. But that was an enigma for his four friends to solve. At any rate, their values caused them to be very direct when communicating, excepting a few. Moreover, the idea of caring for another was rare, as many demons grew more and more selfish over the years.

Meanwhile, most Fae acted almost solely on emotion; and, as emotion was usually spontaneous and uncontrollable, they had little to no sense of courtesy.

Raised in such an environment, Fenrir found the actions of the humans living in the city to be fascinating. The people of the caravan had all been rather familiar with one another, and so their interactions were closer to what Fenrir was used to. However, the way in which the humans of the city talked with each other were new, strange, and sometimes even comical, from Fenrir’s point of view.

Some humans acted in completely unexpected manners; after all, Sera had not taught him everything there was to know about human society. There were some things that he had to figure out. For example, Fenrir knew practically nothing of sexual relationships; both demons and Fae reproduced through fusing mana, and placed no importance on sex. Even for demons of the Lust sin, sexual intercourse was merely a way to experience the euphoria that resulted from the activation of their sin.

As he watched, Fenrir realised that, depending on one's interpretation of the situation, his interest could be viewed as the evil god laughing at the pathetic lives and efforts of mortals. And, though he despised the idea of being the evil god, he somehow found the idea to be terribly funny.