The Eiyuu Ou Is a Part Timer

Something Is Rising, And it isn't Enuma Elish...

AN: So yeah what is up my peeps...
Man it's been so long since I've done this but yes....I'm not dead...
Just life gets to you, but luckily I'm free so I can continue again...So apologies on the delay...
Anyway I won't bore you with the details so let's get on with this :D

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(Night Time: Gil P.o.v)

Many nights have passed since that dreaded dream, as well as that small amount of Mana I have gained...

Ok I lied, it was only like two days, but I am nothing if not, a good story teller...

Alas I was going own my usual and mundane life style that is this new world.

I would wake up, go to school, go to work, and then spend my me time.
Thanks to my limited access to my treasures, sleep was an option to me that I rarely took, due to the new things and pleasures I enjoyed of this new place...

Though the old man and that hag would always nag at me for staying up to late, Something I enjoyed doing very much.

So all this lead to one moment in time where all my experience led to one decisive moment..

I actually listened to them....

I know...wow....

But what is a king if not generous to his people, so I took their words in order to avoid arguments again.

Which led to this new predicament...

Here I am walking down the road when I witnessed something very much unusual to the regular Ningen...

A man with black wings assaulting a common man, and from the looks of things the man was knocked out...

That part was not the thing that surprised me...

It was the small amount of many I gained from the event that did...

After the man with black wings was done, he left in a splash of blackened feather's, did the sudden event finally kick in to my brain....

'There are more of those mongrels here...' was my immediate thought, and from the looks of it, was gaining magic through the fear of the humans.

This was the part that surprised me, as this world had no magical presence whatsoever, and that in itself is bad...

When I was alive in the age of gods, I had my own Mana, one that surpassed anything a common mage could ever hope to achieve.

Then during my time as a heroic spirit, I would rely on the dull mana of my contractor, yet I could maintain myself to a point with my Independent Action...

Yet it's here that my mind was crunching on possible conclusions, and one was one I did not like...

Hell I'd arbor the thought....

My body still has a linger of Angra Mainyu...

During my time after the fourth war, I was granted cursed flesh and blood by that damn Grail, and that is were the problem originated from...

Even with that cursed flesh, I still relied on Mana to maintain me anchored to this world...and yet...

And yet in this world I still remain...

That is what pissed me off beyond belief...that my glorious self still has a piece of that cursed grail.

Damnit!!!