After spending a long time talking with him, I finally realized one thing:
This bastard is unbelievably useless.
Even though he seems to know a lot, I don't really find it necessary since my grandfather's storage shed is already stuffed full of notes. So I only ask him when I actually want something clarified.
And yeah… that's it.
He literally does jack shit!
He just lies there, snacking on junk food and watching TV nonstop. Worse—he watches all night long and drains electricity like crazy!
He claims he understands the dark side of humanity perfectly, but whenever I actually ask about it, he dodges the question with the laziest expression imaginable.
When I tell him to do some housework, he vanishes. But the second I start eating lunch, he pops up out of nowhere and eats with me like it would be a crime if he didn't join in.
Angra Mainyu? More like Useless Mango.
"I'm heading to school. Best thing you can do is… nothing. Just sleep until tonight."
"Yep yep, see ya later, Master~" Angra waved lazily, still glued to the TV.
This guy… I swear if the electricity bill goes up this month, I'm beating his ass.
I shut the door, took a deep breath, grabbed my bike, and pedaled off to school.
Over the past few days, I've read almost all the books and asked Angra about anything I didn't understand.
…Well, "almost" might be generous. The sheer volume of information is overwhelming—my own bookshelf in my room probably couldn't even hold it all.
No wonder Grandpa's storage shed looked like a damn library.
"Oh, Master! Remember to buy me a big bag of Lay's potato chips, okay? And… Dr. Pepper too!"
Angra's voice suddenly rang inside my head, making my nerves burn with irritation.
Servants really do have some interesting abilities—like spiritual form to save mana (which this guy never uses) and telepathy (which this guy uses to give me errands).
Does he even act like a Servant at all?
"I refuse."
"Ehhh?! Master, you promised you'd spoil me rotten because I'm such a frail, pitiful being~?"
"I distinctly remember saying you're a naked, perverted, lazy freeloader who's burning through my money."
"Wow, so blunt."
"I'm not buying shit."
Suddenly I stopped pedaling.
"…By the way, have you finished that thing yet?"
"That thing? Probably a few more months. Your mana is way too low, so I have to rely on other sources. My class skill Self-Replenishment (Magic) gives me a tiny bit to stay manifested, but it's not enough. So most likely I'll have to… you know… feed on souls or… ugh, bodily fluids. Specifically, yours."
"That sounds super gay."
"It really does, but it's insanely effective. Transferring mana that way is primitive, intense, and gives just the right amount. Perfect, right?"
"I'm never doing gay stuff with you. Stop trying to tempt me."
"Then we're out of options. To actually do what you want, I need a Holy Grail for infinite mana. And guess what? This place doesn't have one! I also can't suck up negative emotions like True Ancestors (probably) because I basically *am* those emotions!"
"Fine, we'll just be patient then."
"So… you buying snacks or not?"
"I'll kill you."
Grumbling, I kept pedaling to school.
Once I passed through the school gate and parked my bike, I walked quickly up to class.
While climbing the stairs, I recalled some specifics—mainly his stats.
"You can use clairvoyance to check my info, but unfortunately the way you summoned me is kinda similar to that justice-loving ally guy, so you're probably the same type as him," Angra had said back then.
Indeed… because the summoning was a bit off, I can't see his full parameters clearly.
Still, I got lucky—the summoning circle was apparently weird in a good way (according to him), so it's not completely broken.
Here are his stats anyway:
Angra Mainyu
Strength: E
Endurance: E
Agility: B+
Mana: D
Luck: E+
Noble Phantasm: C
…Okay, I don't even want to say it, but… he's pathetically weak.
Even Angra himself went, "Oh? Only dropped that much? Mana even went up a bit?"
Like—what the hell do you mean "only that much"?? Are you seriously this weak?? (Told ya.)
With stats like that, "Nah, I'd run" is honestly his best and only real strategy.
Laughter and chatter filled the classroom. I pushed my own feelings aside, calmed down, and walked in.
I sat at my desk, pulled out the Heroic Spirit info notebook, and continued reading—especially the section on Angra Mainyu.
His entry is… how should I put it? Way more detailed than the others.
Personality: lazy, sarcastic, extremely pragmatic, low self-esteem.
And… he loves humanity.
…What? For real?
Ugh, the more I learn, the more unexpected things keep popping up.
"Hey, did you hear? That Mavus guy from the other class stole someone else's girlfriend again."
"Lucky I don't have a boyfriend, or he might steal me too~"
"He's so freaking hot! Even if he treated me like a toy, I wouldn't mind!"
I twitched at the girls' conversation.
Girls these days are bold as hell. It's honestly shocking.
Ding ding ding!
The bell rang. Everyone hurried back to their seats.
I put the notebook away, adjusted my glasses, and waited for the teacher.
Even after summoning a Servant—All the World's Evil, no less—my life these past few days hasn't changed much… except my wallet is suffering.
'Boring.'
…This definitely isn't what I truly wanted. It feels okay, but… I want more than this.
Damn it… I wish these next few months would fly by so Angra can gather enough mana to do that thing.
Seriously… I can't wait anymore.