"Aah, the promoted one", "the half-baked one", "the lower class", the daughter of Hinanawi.

Although we are celestials, we are still living beings. Even if they hide it well, I can faintly see they are looking with disdain.

All of them, they purposely trying to cover that thought so as to be kind to me. But, I found that to be really unpleasant.

Hello, Hinanawi-no.

...From then on, I would try as much as I could to avoid them. Before I knew it, they already treated me as a delinquent celestial.

Father and mother too, they are busy trying to raise our status as celestials. I lost the place to run to in Heaven.

It was during that time when I saw the surface. The ones that caught my eyes are you guys.

Fighting for no reason, playing around like kids.

Just like idiots.

...But, everyone, just like you, had straightforward eyes. Unlike us the celestials, I could feel that you guys are alive.