Chapter 135 A Male Human?

Though she showed no interest in conversing with a humans, Mjolnir was actually really curious about the species.

She never actually met one of them before, with the only thing she knows about them being their resemblance to her kind and that they're made out of meat.

When one of the Valkyries informed her that their leader wants to meet her she got excited for a moment. Thinking that it might be her only chance to see a real, living and breathing, flesh and blood human she agreed to their proposal, after playing hard to get of course.

Most of the Valkyries objected to the idea to the very end but they still let her inside. After a lengthy cleaning process to remove the radiations stuck to her she was led to a large building and made to wait inside what could only be the commander's office.

As time passed she seemed to grow restless, fidgeting on the couch while looking around the room. A lot of thought had been put into the interior which made her feel like the way things were done on her side was quite cold and bland.

As she silently observed one of the paintings the clicking sound of the door opening startled her for a moment. She instantly composed herself, clearing her throat as she stood up and faced whoever arrived. The moment her eyes fell on him she seemed to turn to stone.

"I apologize for the wait. Had to convince everyone to allow this meeting to be between just the two of us."

Sam entered the room with a radiant smile that completely contrasted his usual self.

The change in vibe would traumatize anyone who knows him personally, however to anyone else he just appeared to be a bright and cheerful person which should've been a red flag considering the situation they were in.

That said, Mjolnir didn't seem to notice how odd the way he acted is. The world had suddenly turned white and the only thing she could see was the human in front of her.

He was quite tall for some reason, reaching over 180 cm with a thin built that showed even with the layers of clothes he wore. His hair had a glossy black color, cut quite short allowing his ears to be visible. Having no idea what glasses are the Nephilim thought they were a part of his face for a moment. The dark eyes behind them looked straight into hers, and after a second of staring she couldn't help but avert her gaze.

'Eh? What's going on here?' Mjolnir didn't understand why but for some reason she felt that those eyes of his were dangerous. Even so she couldn't help but try and steal glances at him while trying to compose herself.

Her nervousness didn't go over Sam's head as he made his way to the opposite couch with a small box shaped drone following behind him.

"My name is Sam Sanderson." Sam spoke." He said, facing the Nephilim once again. "I'm the forty sixth base's Valkyrie physician and supervisor."

"Eh? I thought I was meeting the commander!?" Mjolnir snapped back to reality and turned to glare at the man.

"Well, soon after the headquarters fell I decided to take matters into my own hands." Sam spoke. "With the Valkyries giving me their support it's only obvious that I would be in charge."

"I… I see…" though she understood the gist of it, Mjolnir felt a bit confused by the way humans do things.

"Would you like something to drink? I've prepared some tea."

Sam turned to the drone and tapped its surface causing the top to open. Inside was an expensive ceramic tea set, with two cups and a small pot decorated with a bright blue flower pattern.

He poured some of the steaming hot liquid into one of the cups then went and placed it in front of the silver haired Nephilim. Tapping the drone once more the side opened this time and a tray containing several types of pastry.

"Please help yourself." He said, placing the tray in front of her as well.

Mjolnir was struggling to understand what's happening. Considering the situation, offering her food and drinks was a waste of effort. She was an enemy after all, and one that's about to murder all of them at that.

She wondered if the human was trying to make her lower her guard. If that's the case then too bad. She wasn't about to let him trick her like that.

After filling his own cup Sam sat down facing the Nephilim, leisurely taking a sip before looking up at her.

"First of all, let me express my gratitude for giving me the chance to have this meeting."

Still stunned by his attitude, Mjölnir carefully sat down then went back to observing him. By this point she was sure of it, however for some reason she felt hesitant to ask.

"Sam Sanderson, was it?"

"Everyone call me Doctor."

"Doctor Sanderson?"

"Just Doctor is fine."

"That's strange."

"I know."

Pausing for a moment, the Nephilim inhaled a breath of air. A meaningless action considering the fact that she doesn't have lungs, however some things were out of her control.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but… are you perhaps a male human?"

Her question seemed to surprise him a bit, however his smile returned the next moment and he went on to answer it.

"Indeed. I am a male human."

"I see. It makes sense now." Mjölnir spoke. "We've been told that we were based on human flames. I had a hunch considering that you look… different."

"Indeed. Though I wouldn't say you resemble human females that much." Sam said, his smile widening even more "Your beauty simply isn't something found among humans."

"I-is that so…"

For some reason the silver haired Nephilim rejoiced at the prospect of her looks being praised. Beauty wasn't uncommon among her kind so no one paid it much mind, however hearing that someone actually appreciates it made her feel warm inside.

"Ms. Mjölnit." Adjusting his glasses, Sam prepared himself to begin with the serious question. "I've been listening to the conversation you had with our Valkyries, and a few things you said caught my attention. If it's not much to ask, I would like to learn the answers of a few questions I have."