Neither of them is a woman.

Zepar and Furfur grinned at my response, which meant nothing. They were always grinning at everything, it seemed.

"Is Mister Player correct?" Furfur asked, holding a palm-up hand towards Zepar as if to call attention to him/her.

"What matters is if Mister Player knows he is correct!" Zepar declared. "And to this, I say..."

"No!" the two declared together as they crossed their arms above their heads.

"Mister Player, weren't you supposed to be a scholar on the story of our friend Beatrice?" Zepar taunted me.

"If so, and if you claim to love that story, please do not so carelessly neglect its details!" Furfur joined in.

I pointed out that I was pretty sure they were only stated in Beatrice's story to be opposite genders. There is an emerging school of thought, perhaps a bit beyond this island of Rokkenjima, that gender is fluid. Therefore, neither of them may be what is classically defined as a "woman"-

"You're not being a graceful loser, Mister Player," Zepar chided me, still smiling. "You wrote your story to make love to the women of Rokkenjima, correct?"

"And a route has appeared for us, yes?" Furfur asked, batting his/her eyelashes. "Please do not now attempt to claim you never believed either of us was a woman!"

Fine, fine, whatever. I didn't need to fight this battle.

I died, but that doesn't matter. Hit "Previous chapter" and I'll choose the right answer.