Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 15 - Humility and Egoism

I don't remember the last time I called my friends into the house. But, I can guarantee that the amount is very small. Other than for privacy reasons, I also did not want to put people into the oasis area where I could heal myself from the emotional wave environment.

Home is the place to recover my tiredness, the number of its inhabitants is a little very soothing given my strength that is sensitive to the crowd. I know I am not a closed person, I myself am quite flexible enough to talk to make Imarine feel disgusted by my good behavior.

Although my attitude is open, but I am sure that this awkward feeling is normal for everyone. Because being open is different from opening up all privacy just like that. Because ....

“Alright, Kaivan. Maybe I will just start the conversation,” said Pero who sat on the mattress folding both hands parallel to the chest.

“...”

Yes, now I, Pero, and Amalia are in my room, in my room. In a place where there is only one mattress and one chair with a study table.

I am now here sitting on that chair, while Pero and Amalia are sitting side by side in my bed. No problem with Pero, he is indeed inhumane to be aware of human norms. But, it seemed that Amalia there felt the same awkwardness, her nervousness could be felt with waves of emotions.

Ah .. but, I might as well be a fool. After all, I, Pero, and Amalia were people who had slept together in one hotel room. Staying in the room for a place to talk should not be too surprising anymore.

At first I had Amalia and Pero in the living room. However, the conversation shifted slightly when Pero asked about the residents of the house.

I certainly answered honestly, someone who lives in my house has two parents and one older sister. Of all the people there, it is unclear when they will be home. Hearing this, Pero began to slightly deflect the topic back.

I think that the raven demon lady wants to make sure that she enters with official permission and wants to cross paths with the owner of the house. But, that's a little wrong, because in the same way he thinks there is more ahead.

Pero is a little worried about this type of security. Its existence itself has become a disorder that no one else can know. So, when I said there was uncertainty over the arrival of the occupants of the house, he asked for a special hidden room where the other occupants of the house had little chance of coming.

Yes, that is my room.

It's on the second floor, there's little chance of anyone walking back and forth in front of my room. In addition, the room is also a place of privacy, even for family members only, they will be reluctant to visit the room if there is no purpose.

In the end, my room was chosen as the safest emergency meeting place.

There I was a little awkward, especially when Amalia with a curious face glanced at the corner lyrics of the room. I'm sure there's nothing bad about my room, just that it looks like it raises questions about what he's paying attention to. With a wave of his emotions slightly nervous, trembling anxiously with a chill, I felt noticed from the other side.

“By the way, Kaivan. What with that wound can you walk?”

“Hn?”

Pero's question made my daydreams diverted, the focus I just put on Amalia suddenly turned.

“A-ah . yes, I can still walk. The wound on the right hand may still be there, but my leg has healed completely.”

“Hmn ... Then there is no problem of your body.”

Ha's?

“Can you clear the main topic before closing? It feels annoying when there are people who represent my decision just because I can do it,” back, I said in a cynical tone.

I don't know if anyone else feels the same way, but I do. This happened several times when someone asked me about my schedule. Initial sentence like, ‘are you busy today?’ or ‘you're empty not tomorrow?’ that pisses me off.

My daily schedule changes depending on priorities, and I'm sure it's not just me doing similar techniques. If asked if I am empty or not busy, the answer is a little ambiguous because my schedule can be arranged in such a way.

“Sorry, Kaivan. I just want to know how you are. If I tell you first and in fact you're in a bad state. It's a waste of time, isn't it?” pero said as a defense.

Maybe the person means to be polite, not force things and try to feel people so as not to interfere with his personal life. But, I appreciate more the person who revealed his offer first along with his question.

But ....

“I don't know anyone else, but at least you should tell me what you want to ask me before asking me how I am. Come or not, I decide. New, that's it you explain the details,” answered me also who still holds the whole opinion.

What they want is better called at the beginning. If he invites me to go to the movies, then mention the cinema earlier before I call my time empty. When I said that my schedule was empty and that I had a troublesome task that was not profitable for me, it was a pain in the ass.

“Alright, Kaivan. I am now in a position of being asked. So, I will follow your wish,” said Pero who nodded with a faint smile on his face. “I want you to go back to searching, this case is also a little far because of the awkwardness I feel in the middle of the city. Can you do it for me tomorrow?”

“...”

Pero gave a positive answer showing that he was following my wish just now. His tone changed, his accent changed, his voice was kept high, he really made the condition that he was now begging me.

The courtesy he made felt thick, I was even consumed by my own words. Accepting my request after complaining feels insulted by a gentle way. I felt that my selfishness before was ridiculous because it was granted so easily.

But, whatever it was, I began to shift again my personal feelings towards professionalism. My focus on the feeling just now that had shuddered my eyebrows started to get rid of.

“Hmn,” drone Pero with a smile. “I'm glad to hear that answer. But, I want you to receive this first.”

“Hn?”

I respond a little confused.

Pero shouldn't have brought any stuff. He came in the form of a crow to the second floor, changed into a human form without a piece of cloth, and now borrowed my brother's clothes to cover his body. So, there should be no chance of him carrying the goods.

*shine

Eh? A-ah .. of course.

In a moment of confusion, my mind was immediately enlightened. Because I was dealing with a witch, and what I saw was also something related to that.

Peter raised his hands up, with a high position that is still parallel to the chest. When he was silent with the focus of closing his eyes, a flash of light began to appear.

I'm not surprised, I've been used to seeing unreasonable magic happenings from them. In fact, I was a little disappointed that I had previously thought about using logic on him.

The light is not too dense, only illuminates for a moment like a flash from a camera. It doesn't make me glare, but it's enough to squint for a moment. Then, there I began to notice, behind the light appeared one object that floated for a moment. Floating on top of Pero's hand stand a few inches.

“Kisau,” I said reflex when I saw the object.

“Ah, yes. This is the knife that I gave you,” replied Pero who began to stretch his hands giving the knife. “Before you left this. Hmn ... or rather you fainted after fighting Geza so you can't carry this knife.”

“...”

The knife I picked up, a sensation I still remember when I started holding it.

The knife has a special beautiful pattern, a pattern with a winding theme symbolizing fire or something like a sharp wave, I don't know how to describe it. But, I'm sure with a motive like this, the knife deserves to be displayed.

The handle is so light, and the weight is very symmetrical on both sides. I'm very easy to use swinging, not heavy to the handle of the knife or to the blade. The blade that had the dominant color of black and silver silver actually came back to me.

“Why do you love this knife again, Pero?” ask me after holding, touching, and examining every corner of the knife. “I did say that I was cured, but that doesn't mean I can fight again now.”

“Not,” replied Pero while shaking his head slowly closing his eyes for a moment. “Not so, I don't mean like it's giving away that knife again.”

“Continue? Make what?”

“It to protect yourself.”

“Heh, astonishment is the same in my ear.”

Protecting myself or fighting, in the end I will swing the knife at my opponent. It makes no difference, different is just the purpose behind it. But, it still doesn't change the fact that I pointed the knife at someone else.

“You can say that, but please accept the knife and keep it well. No matter if you wear it or not, the knife is yours now.”

Mine?

“Woi, don't tell me that this knife has been coated in a curse or a strange magic contract?” let me raise a little suspicious eyebrows.

“I told you that I didn't use that kind of thing on you, Kaivan,” instead Pero raised an eyebrow in a high tone like evading accusations. “I, hmn ... I just want you to keep it as a friendship sign, there is no intention in the least for me to keep the things I have given you. But, hmn ... of course if you do not want to use it, it is not a problem for me.”

“...”

It actually became a tension when I received a mysterious item from someone else. Because, Pero was included in the mystical creature. In fiction, it's been a lure of ugliness when one of the characters brings goods from a witch for him alone.

But for a while I trusted them. It's too late if I want to get clean of the magical world now.

With that determination, I placed the knife given by Pero on my study table. The position I was sitting in a swivel chair only needed one small movement to turn around in order to put the object there.

“Alright,” I said as I turned back around starting the conversation again. “The topic is a bit far. But, I still haven't heard your explanation. Now what happened and what do you want from me?”