"Huh?"

"Huh what?"

Facing the somewhat troubled Angel captain, the female Angel squinted her nearly closed eyes and said:

"Although this guy fell from your star region, Shepherd's Plain is mainly populated by beasts, and half-human, half-beast races are rare. I need to first determine what race he is. Only after classification can I save him!"

"Isn't it obvious he is a Minotaur?"

"Sure, he's a Minotaur, but specifically, what kind of Minotaur?"

The squinty-eyed female Angel replied irritably:

"Minotaur, human-headed bull, bull-headed human, human-headed Minotaur, these can all be called Minotaurs. And then there's the Minotaurs born from Minotaurs and human-headed bulls, Minotaur bulls and human-headed minotaurs... do you know how many types there are?

Moreover, within each main category, there are ones with human-like skeletons and bull-like organ arrangement, Minotaurs with bull-like joints and ribcage but human insides, and others with human organs except for a bull's digestive system.

With so many weird classifications, how can I treat him without figuring out what race he is? Do you think doctors just get Holy Light from the Holy Mother, sprinkle it on the patient and call it a day? You guys... never mind..."

Seeing the Angels bewildered by the discussion of various Minotaur classifications, the squinty-eyed doctor clicked her tongue and gave up explaining, directly instructing:

"Hurry, pull his pants down! Let me see what's underneath... hmm?"

"You guys?!"

Faced with the Angel doctor attempting to pull down his pants, Leon's plan to feign unconsciousness and infiltrate Pure White Land fell apart. He awoke abruptly amidst the gleeful mooing of an old ox, clutching his pants with a look of terror, and said:

"What are you trying to do?"

"Ah! Mr. Minotaur, you're awake!"

Seeing Leon wake up, the Angel captain hurried over, held down his arm, and comforted him warmly:

"You've been drifting in the astral realm for so long you've even forgotten your original name. Your body must have suffered a lot, so we've brought you to see the doctor... the doctor, you know? The kind that treats illnesses."

"Why do you need to pull my pants down to treat me?"

"Well... this is to determine your race."

Glancing at the impatient doctor nearby, confirming she had no intention of explaining again, the Angel captain braced himself and said:

"Different races have different treatments. We need to first confirm whether you're a Minotaur or a human-headed bull, um... or... or some kind of bull-human before treating you."

After barely managing a couple of explanations, the Angel captain, unable to continue, skipped the detailed "popular science" part and promised somewhat incoherently,

"Anyway, rest assured, we won't harm you now that we've saved you. Doctor Oroya... or rather, Doctor Oroya is a good person and will definitely cure you, just please be patient and cooperate with the treatment!"

"No, no, no! I don't need treatment! I..."

"Alright, no treatment then!"

After pulling out something resembling a pocket watch and looking at it, the obviously tired female Angel, full of impatience, decided:

"If he can struggle this much, his physical condition should be decent. Plus, his eyes and mouth don't have blood spots, and his limbs are free of visible internal or external injuries. Temporarily not treating him is okay... take him to the observation area first, keep him isolated for a few days to see how it goes!"

"Alright!"

Seeing the only "professional" present give an assessment, the somewhat panicked Angels breathed a sigh of relief. Leon, too, relieved not to have his pants pulled down, slightly eased his resistance amidst the old ox's regretful sighs and was half-dragged, half-pushed into a circular building.

"Mr. Minotaur, rest assured, this is not imprisonment, only necessary observation."

After securing Leon's right hand on a bird's nest-like hospital bed with two ring-like cuffs lined with feathered padding, the still-worried Angel captain advised him a couple more times before leaving the observation area, turning back frequently.

'Moo? Moo moo moo? (These Angels seem pretty nice, right? Even that impatient squinty-eyed Angel didn't just keep you busy, but carefully checked your condition before letting you over. What do you think?)'

I think... not entirely good people, perhaps it's also because of the affinity effect.

Without answering the old ox's question, Leon glanced at the panel's [Clean-up Bureau Director], evaluated the "Human Affinity" effect, and felt that the Angels of Pure White Land, with human-like appearances, weren't too immune to its influence.

Just based on the goodwill generated under the influence of the emblem, it's estimated to be about ninety percent of that towards average humans... hmm... of course, there's also the factor of kindness. While these Angels aren't Saints, they're about as kind as Aunt Mary from the Happy Apartments, genuinely good people for sure.

So... is the Pure White Holy Mother really a good person?

After pondering this on the hospital bed, Leon felt it might not be impossible.

Though some details remain unconvincing, considering the Pure White Holy Mother's choices resembling Evangelin's and his own observations while posing as a Lost Soul, along with the pervasive sense of kindness and warmth in Pure White Land, the possibility that the Pure White Holy Mother is a true saint may not be zero.

But further investigation is needed to be sure!

Determined to maintain his Minotaur identity a bit longer to observe the Angels' attitudes towards this "alien," Leon turned off the emblem panel and surveyed the observation area's surroundings.

In this large space, divided by opaque Holy Light between the lower structures, most patients bore avian features, while the rest had beast-like traits, including two "half-beasts" like himself.

Looking at it like this, the Pure White Holy Mother really seems to be doing something good.

Using a little of the Heart Lake's power to check on the avian beings, Leon felt their hearts nearly hollow and entirely shattered, and couldn't help but sigh.

This time, three planes were destroyed by No. 1, with numerous others affected. I definitely can't save them all on my own, especially the avian beings from the secluded regions; they're too far from here, and who knows when I'll get there.

However, if these avian beings, who fell into the astral plane and became Lost Souls after their planes shattered, could be drawn in and saved by Pure White Land, it would indeed be a tremendous boon... hmm... hold on.

Vaguely sensing a gaze from behind, Leon turned his head toward the back left of the hospital beds and saw a neatly dressed mare-headed... lady suddenly blush, her expression turning awkward as she averted her eyes.

"..."

Well, then... does "Human Affinity" work not only on Angels but also remarkably well on mare-headed folks as well?