After a few days of exploration, the soul had gone tired of searching for a place he could build a small hut to hide away. Even though he already didn't have the ability to be tired, he still wanted his sleep. He also didn't need to eat anymore but he still wants to taste food here and there. But it seems like he won't be eating any soon since, one; he doesn't like cooking that much(or he was too lazy to cook for himself), and two; he didn't want to mingle in the human town he spotted.
That was why he randomly picked a forest, built a small hut out of tree roots and decided to just sleep to who knows how long. It's like a dream come true. Sleeping all he wants and he won't die from starvation.
Day 1, he sleeps.
Day 2, he sleeps.
Day 7, he also slept.
Day 15, he took a rest.
Day ???, he lazed around.
In other words, he was so relaxed he hadn't done anything for weeks.
It was peaceful.
He thought.
It was peaceful until the door of his utopia(hut) was pushed open by a small child. The child stumbled forward, pushing the door open with his fall.
"Uwah!!"
The soul was expecting some loud bawl from the kid but got nothing since the child calmly stood up and dusted himself.
Oh no.
Blond hair and blue eyes. The child was a very familiar person to the soul.
"Hello!" The child chimed and approached the soul.
Oh no.
"I noticed that there has been an anti-perception magic casted around the forest. Was it made by you?"
Oh no.
"It's quite intricate and also perplexing to be tricked by it several times now."
Oh no.
"Is it like an illusion or is it more of a magic that dulls the sense of direction?"
Oh no.
Lemiel Silvamillion Clover asked several questions to the soul. His eyes filled with bright stars of curiosity and not minding the personal space of the other.
His utopia.
The soul deemed it unnecessary to interact with Lemiel and was about to blink away from the place, but he was suddenly stopped when Lemiel grabbed his wrist. The surprise made the soul unable to properly do the teleport, though there's also a mix of uncertainty since he didn't know what would happen if a human could survive his kind of teleportation.
"Let go." The soul said and glared, wanting the other to be scared and scram. But instead, Lemiel smiled apologetically.
"I apologize! But if I didn't do so, you would have ran away, I think?" Lemiel had surprised the soul with his answer.
Dealing with geniuses always became a problem. The soul had his fair share of interaction with geniuses, most of it is them figuring him out despite his cold attitude towards them.
"What do you want?" The soul asked as he stood up and made way to his makeshift chair made of wood. Lemiel followed behind him.
"Oh, nothing really! I was just fascinated by the magic you used in the forest. So which is it?" Lemiel didn't look to be leaving any sooner.
"If I answer, will you leave me alone." The soul's statement made Lemiel blink. The child noticed the reluctance of the other to converse with him. But that doesn't mean he would give up.
"No..?" Lemiel said with a smile.
"You're quite persistent for someone I don't even know." The soul wanted Lemiel to get the clue that he was an unwanted visitor.
"Oh, in that case, my name is Lemiel Silvamillion Clover! What's yours?" The soul was flabbergasted at the unpredictable reply that he got from the child.
From tone, gestures, and even his glare, they all screamed that he was annoyed at the intruder. Yet despite all that, Lemiel seems to be unperturbed, or rather Lemiel did notice but didn't put it in his eyes.
The soul was weak to the kind of look that Lemiel was giving him. It similar to a loyal dog's stare or more of a puppy.
The soul knew that Lemiel knew that he was dangerous, and yet still decided to come into the forest several times to challenge his magic.
"You do know that I could kill you anytime, right?" The soul sneered and he raised his hand, bent one finger and several strings had appeared around Lemiel, there was one string that grazed the child cheek.
But instead of cowering away, Lemiel step forwards. The soul panicked a bit and swiftly retreated the strings that could have injured Lemiel when he moved.
"You won't." Lemiel was confident that the other wouldn't kill him. Though his cheek was wounded, it was more of an accident and not intended by the other. He could see the small twitch that the other hand had when he was wounded and when he step forwards.
"Oh, and why is that?" The soul was equally annoyed and curious at what Lemiel had said.
Lemiel continued to walk towards him and did the most unexpected action for the soul. The child had grasped the soul's outstretched hands, and with a closed-eye smile he saidー
"Because I can feel that you're a good person!"
The soul blinks.
And Lemiel had opened his eyes, wondering why there was a lack of response from the other. What he said wasn't a lie. It might be his light magic at work, but he really did feel that this person would do no harm to him. Even without the guidance of his magic, Lemiel personally felt that the other was a kind person.
"Ha..." after minute of silence, the soul finally regained his bearing, took his hands from Lemiel's grasp and laughed.
"Hahahahahah!" It has been a long time since he could laugh with pure joy like this.
"Hah... me? Aー hahha, a good person?" Lemiel was flustered at the reaction he got from the other, his cheeks a bit red from the unexpected embarrassment be felt seeing that be was laughed at.
"Yes... yes, hahha... A good person, huh?" It took a few more breaths before he could calm down. As soon as he felt like he could talk without breaking into laughter, the soul looked at Lemiel with a smile on his face.
"You can call me Myrddin." Lemiel was surprised that the other would really give him his name.
"If you grow strong enough I guess I could tell you my real name." Myrddin's words made Lemiel take it as some kind of challenge and brought a spark of unknown emotion in the kid.
Myrddin then raised his hand and waved it over Lemiel's injured cheek. This surprised Lemiel and stared at Myrddin with stars in his eyes.
"Healing magic too?!"
Myrddin chuckled.
It was almost like a whisper.
Like the forest was calling him.
The first time, he didn't notice.
The second, he was suspicious.
The third, he was curious.
He tried.
He challenged.
Many many times.
...
Then he succeeded.
Who are you?
Who are you?
Were you calling for me?
Are you that whisper?
Or is it just my magic?
...
Myrddin.
Myrddin.
I'll try my best.
I'll try my hardest.
I want to know your real name.
The whisper of lonelinessー that was what he heard.